With delicate hands, I placed the piece of glass I had taken out of the window onto the ground. I made sure to place it flat, so it wouldn't be able to fall over at any time and smash. Sneaking inside, I took a quick glance at everything around me. Normal lounges in a living room, normal food in a kitchen, normal cutlery in the draws, and normal photo's of normal people acting absurdly normal.
As I took a step down into the hallway, a glimpse of my own name caught my eye. I turned into a large room, wall to wall covered in newspapers articles. "The Backstreet Bandit has returned!" some said, and others mostly said the same, just with more incriminating words. To be honest, I was slightly offended at the tone they were writing in me. Like some kind of monster. Ah, oh well. I left the room and started to head back down the hallway. As soon as I turned into it though, the most repugnant smell wafted its way into my soul. Like rotting prawns mixed with bile, it suffocated my nostrils and caused me to wretch. I lifted the crease of my elbow to my face and tried my best to block my nose, as I took a few more steps into the hallway.
'This is not worth it,' I thought to myself as I continued to the hallway. I entered the last room and squinted as hard as I could. Even though it was the dead of night, and all the lights were off, the curtains were closed, and the stars couldn't shine, there was an eerie amount of light illuminating the area. I surveyed the room quickly to see a chair with what appeared to be a stuffed animal, or something of the sort, sitting on it, as well as a few desks and a bed. Pretty standard bedroom for a child. The smell wasn't in this room. I started to shift through the desk, to see if I could find anything of worth. Perhaps a family heirloom kept tucked in there, or a watch, or if I'm lucky, a wallet full of cash. Instead I found nothing, and began to turn away bitter.
"Hello," Said a voice that belonged to what I believed was a stuffed animal, as a baseball bat struck me in the side of my head.
When I awoke, the smell was running rampant over my entire system. Nauseating and wretched, I immediately vomited. With every choke that came out my throat, my body convulsed slightly, and tried its best to flood my system with oxygen, which again, caused me to wretch and vomit once more. Eventually my stomach had no more contents left, and I stared weary and worn at the floor. The sight of vomit mixed with blood.
'I'm not bleeding,' I thought to myself, as I lifted my head up slowly to look around the room. I began to vomit stomach acid as soon as I saw what was around me; At least half a dozen bodies of men, who looked similar to me, decaying and slaughtered like cattle.
"What the fuck..." I whispered to myself.
"No cussin'," a voice from behind me said as a fist swiftly made contact with my rib cage. I began to wheeze, trying my best to breathe, which again, only made me vomit. A slow, lumbering figure came from behind me and stood in front of me. "Bad manners," the figure said, its raspy voice corroding my ear drums. I just stared, silently, unaware of what to say, or to do, or to even think. I just wanted to run.
"You're a bad person," The stranger said, as they walked over to the corner of the room. The heaps of flesh slopping onto the floors, that once coated the walls, didn't phase them as they walked. In the corner was the baseball bat from before. "I seen what the papers say, I heard what you do, I know what you do, don't go lyin' to me in the next few seconds when I start breakin ya legs. Heard it all, will hear it later, and it always sounds the same.
With a downwards swing the bat came flying down, crushing my kneecap.
"'I ain't the Backstreet Bandit', you'll say.
Another swing, another crushed kneecap.
""You've got the wrong guy, I promise,' but here's the thing" the stranger said, as they placed the end of the bat on my shoulder. "I figure I'm a hell of a lot smarter then you, and all your dead friends around me. You're all The Backstreet Bandit. It's just a name." They lifted the bat until it made contact with my temple lightly. "Next dumb kid that walks in here too will get the same shit."
"No!" I started to scream, but the bat made contact with my skull, and the world faded to black.