Leaving that mess behind me, I finally made it home. If home to you is a cozy little room, with a nice warm fireplace, and a warm blanket to wrap yourself around, then this wasn't the place. I lived at the Landmark apartment complex for most of my life--alone if I might add--and it was a shitty place to live. Your were luck if any heat came on, rats and 'rouches checked in and out as they pleased, and the people here were shady as hell. 

But it was home...

I walked into the gates, and moved towards the metal stairs that lead up to the second floor. Landmark was a simple two stories apartment, were you could see the parking lot as soon as you stepped out the front door, and a wall surrounded the place, making it feel like a prison or something. 

"Michel!" a voice yelled.

From the shadows of the hallway closer to the stairs, my landlord--A guy named Mr. Sanders--marched right towards me, and he didn't look to happy. 

"Can I help you, Mr. Sanders?" I asked him.

He grunted, and started to make this sour face. Mr. Sanders dressed like he was in some 90's sitcom, and had a thin layer of hair brushed over his massive bald spot. I had a bad feeling about this...

"Your rent is late, Michel. I hope you can pay it before the month is up."

"Don't worry Mr. Sanders," I said reassuringly, "I'll get you the money tomorrow after work. Paid in full."

"You better, or I might have a new room to put on the market." 

Mr. Sanders started to walk away, and I let out a sigh of relief. However, as I did, he turned around, and I got stiff again. 

"Oh, by the way," he began, "I took the deliberate action, in obtaining some of that money you hid under you bed. Just as an advance on the rent. Hope you don't mind." he finished, laughing as he walked back to his neatly furnished room. 

As soon as he went inside, I let out the meanest cuss word I know in his direction. This was my day-to-day life. Getting hounded by my landlord, before I had to go to work. Then there was school, which I don't want to talk about.

Moral of the store is that my life sucks right now.

"Damn it! Now what am I going to do?" I asked myself.

Moneys tight, and I needed that little bit to buy food. You might be think, "why did you just let him take it?", well cause this was the only place I could afford. I had no other living relatives, and the only people that could take me was my aunt and uncle. However, they hate kids, and instead paid me for me to live here. This was all cause I was abandon by my sister, who ditched me at the nearest help center. Now I work dead end jobs to pay for stuff--food, water, electricity--and on top of that, school was kicking my ass.

"Maybe I need a vacation." I finally came up with the idea.

Like that was ever going to happen.

I started to walk up the metal stair case, when a familiar voice called me...

"Michel!"

I turned and saw Kolt, standing at the bottom of the stair case.

"Motherfucker..." I sighed, "How the hell do you keep finding me?"

"We need to talk." he insisted.

"No. I don't want any part, of you "Seeker" bull crap. Soooo beat it."

A strange look started to grow on his face, like he had made a mistake.

"So, you don't know anything about being a Seeker?"

"Dude! I don't even know what a Seeker is, and just cause you say that I am, I'm not. So go play your game somewhere else." I started to walk away.

"Wait!" he called, making me turn around, "The if your not a Seeker, are just a normal human?"

Normal human? What the hell is he going on about?

"If by "normal", you mean, "not crazy", than yes, I'm normal."

Kolt rubbed the back of his head in deep thought. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it must have been important. 

"Then you must...yes of course" he whispered to himself.

"What are you going on about?" I demanded. 

He stopped thinking, and now paid attention to me. "Listen to me. You need to stay inside tonight."

"What?"

"Trust me. Your life is in danger the longer you make your presence known."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I yelled at him.

Sadly, the sound of police sirens put an end to out discussion. 

"Crap." he swore, "Look, stay away from the Fist."

"The Fist?" Kolt started to run off, "Wait, what's the Fist?!"

It was too late. He had already jumped the wall, and was gone. The police didn't stop to check on me, but drove after Kolt in their cars. Leaving me with more questions than answers.

I opened my room door, and immediately got to work on trying to figure out what the hell a Seeker was. I pulled out my laptop from under the kitchen counter--so that Mr. Sanders doesn't take it--and opened my search engine. Typing in "Seekers" I immediately found over a 100,000 results on it, or so I thought. All I could find were stuff on prop seekers, egg seekers, bird seekers, and even Bigfoot seekers, but nothing on what this dude was talking about. He made it sound like a cult or something.

Maybe it was the Bigfoot seekers...

"This doesn't help." I growled.

My phone started to buzz. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Where are you Michel?" a female voice picked up.

"Mary?"

"Yes, it's me. Your best friend."

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't recognize the phone number."

"That's because mines at the shop getting fixed. But that's not the point. Where are you? Your shift started thirty-minutes ago."

"Wha'..." I looked at the time, "Oh shit! Your right!"

"Get dressed, and meet me down here. I can't keep the boss from not noticing forever."

"Alright, see you there."

I hung up and got to work on putting on my uniform. That asshat Kolt made me late, and now I might be paying for it. I opened my closet and pulled out a white cooks uniform--like the ones you see on those cooking shows--and grabbed my laptop. I could look up all his crap on break.

Bursting out the door, I yelled...

"Damn it feet! Don't fail me now." and ran off to work.

Little did I know at the time, that Kolt's warning would come true. As I left the Landmark, the feeling of being watched pinched the back of my neck, but I keep going on. 

Not knowing of what's behind me...