Soulbama: Beginnings - Part 7

Barack kept his hooded head down as he prowled around the home, looking for a potential way in. Thankfully, the storm offered exceptional cover, as rain poured down and clouds blocked out any light that may have emanated from the sky, keeping visibility to a minimum. As Barack continued his search of the exterior of the house, something caught his eye. One of the shudders that usually covered the windows had been banging up against the glass for so long and with such velocity, that the window had shattered, leaving broken glass on the carpeted floor of the inside. With this gift from the gods, Barack slinked through the fragmented opening, and made his way inside. The first thing he noticed when he was inside was the intense smell of alcohol, and the sound of a television turned up loud enough to block out any noise from the storm that continued to berate the outside. As his eyes scanned the room he found himself in, he realized that it was the kitchen, as dirty dishes and empty beer bottles covered the counters. Whoever lived here was not only a drinker, but they had also let it affect their life. This filled Barack with a sort of sense of relief. He knew he would have to kill this person, but maybe he was drawn to this house because this particular person deserved it. Maybe they got in a hit-and-run after a night of heavy drinking. Maybe they abused their spouse and possibly child. Either way, Barack had convinced himself that he was not only achieving his own dream, but that he was ridding the world of sin.