Chapter two: A bit of history
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My eyes widened in a flash when I saw the familiar figure in my couch. MY couch!
"You?!"
"Me."
"What are you do- get out of my house!"
He turned his head to me, studying me from head to toes.
"Not yet, I have some questions first."
I turned red as he smirked. I forgot that I was only wearing a shirt and some boxershorts.
"First: How come you're still alive. And two.."
He got up, this time he was without his crimson robe. His entire upper body was like the one of a bodybuilder, it was obvious that this guy trained a lot.
"Why didn't I sense you?"
"Pardon? Sense me?!"
"Don't play the fool with me. I know your family. One touch and my entire history is shown to you."
My eyes kept staring at him as he started to walk around.
"You're Cait after all, aren't you? Your grandfather spoke rather highly of you."
"My family's heritage is none of your business."
He chuckled, I found it creepy.
"It is my business. But let's make a deal, since you're not willing to cooperate this way. You answer those two questions, and I'll tell you something that you didn't know yet about Dilwyn."
I started grumbling.
"Fine. I don't know how 'I'm still alive'. And I keep my powers blocked. Happy?"
There was a long silence, like both of us weren't happy with the answer. Well, I did lie for the first one...
"He didn't die in car crash."
"Oh, geeeeeee, you don't sa-"
"He died behind bulletproof glass, I was there."
"... Did you ki-"
"No."
The room got filled with a certain cold, the kind of coldness that gave you shivers on you spine.
The silence went on for what felt like hours.
"In his dying breath he asked me to find you.. He said you'd help."
"Help? How?"
"I don't think you're ready to know that yet."
"If you say A, you have to say B, too."
"Not yet."
"bu-"
He gave a glare in my way, the questions had to end. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Who are you anyway."
"Adriad. Originally I had another name, but I changed it."
"That's a strange name. Why not just Adrian?"
"Cait isn't completely normal either. Why not just Caitlyn?"
"Nobody can discuss with you, now can they?"
"Let's just say, that where I lived, discussion were out of place."
"Where you lived?"
"..."
"Oh come on, just tell me already."
"I lived in the Pentagon."
I bursted out of laughing.
"What kind of bullshit are you selling me here? The premium one?"
"It's true. My original name is Alpha, I lived there the majority of my life."
"Alpha..? That's even stranger."
"It's not really a name either."
I became interested, I wanted to know more.
"Hmmmmm, so why did you live there?"
I saw the huge bags under his eyes, surely he wouldn't notice if I moved a bit. He sat down again, and I went for it, moving my hand dangerously close to him. I unblocked my powers. Come on, so close. My hand was on his shoulder, and... That was it. Nothing happened. No bizarre flash black of his life, no history.
"What the-"
"It doesn't work on me that easily. You must atleast have the level of your grandpa in order to enter my mind."
"Level? How do you know all this of my family anyway?"
"He told me."
"You probably threatened him to get that information."
"I didn't, we trusted each other."
"Yeah, like he'd trust someone who'd break in into his house."
"I didn't break in, before he died, he gave me the keys."
He pointed at the silver-colored key on the coffee table, like there was nothing wrong with it.
"Why did he trust a complete murder machine..."
I mumbled, lifting my hand from his shoulder.
"Because he was my keeper, someone had to keep me in check back in the Pentagon."
"..."
I stared plainly at him.
"You have your questions answered, the door is over there, what are you waiting for?"
"... I was actually thinking that you could let me crash here.."
'Crash' Is about the most modern word I've heard him use so far..
"And why should I?"
"Well Dilwyn did say you'd help me."
"But I didn't."
"No, that's true. But what if I promise I'll contribute to your daily life, and even pay rent if you absolutely want me to"
Almost free money..
"Okay, you get a one-week trial, if I see that you're full of crap, and or annoying, you're out. Get it?"
"You're certain about your rules."
I heard the alarm on my phone go off, my eyes widened.
"s**t I'M BLOODY LATE AGAIN."
I rushed upstairs, grabbed my stuff, put on some decent clothes and went downstairs again, I was about to open the door and then..
"So.. Do I sleep in the couch, or do you have a spare room?"
I forgot.. I have a bloody murderer living in my house..
"Upstairs, to your right. You can sleep there, but just.. keep your hands off of everything..."
"Alrighty."
I left the house, running as fast as I could to still catch my bus.
Work was the same as ever, except for the fact that I was constantly thinking about Adriad.. I don't know why, I knew so little about him. Hell, I even saw him kill people, and he basically broke into my house.. And yet... I was interested about him.. In him... I.. Was.. Interested.. In him..
I entered my house, breathing heavily. I threw my bags into the corner, limping towards the couch.
"What happened to you?"
"Missed the bus.. How was your day?"
"Better than yours."
I stared strangely at him when I saw him in the kitchen, cooking something that looked like a steak, it smelled delicious, though.
"Never saw you as the chef-type.."
"Normally I'm not, but you only posses an unholy number of instant noodles in terms of food. And I can't survive off that."
"Hey, you don't have a job, you don't have to worry about time."
"Speaking about jobs.."
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