He Changes The Weather

The Bomb(No, Literally) Drops

Fuck, bringing this man to his home is absolutely terrifyingly not a good idea.

 List on Why Bringing a Stranger to Your Apartment is Not a Good Idea

1.     The person could be dangerous. ( i.e Gregory is now fighting for air while being strangled to death by said person).

2.     The person could have an ulterior motive (i.e being asked for money after claiming that he left his wallet inside his suspicious looking fancy car).

3.     The person could be absolutely nice and you both can ended up married and have ten grandchildren together (i.e Gregory drops down to the floor, gasping like a fish out of the water after said person is being wrestled to the ground by Gregory’s most helpful roommate. Of course the person has managed to almost executing a murder by strangulation. Gregory’s murder).

His throat hurts like hell and his voice has gone raspy (or screechy depends on who you may asked). Finger print bruises are formed on his neck and his body is trembling like a leaf. “Now that I know what it feels how to almost strangled to death. Could you please for the love of all things not fuck up tell me what the fuck just happened?.”. Gregory remark hangs dry in the silence of the room. Except from the panting and the cursing Gregory done. Ian is standing next to him with a package of ice on his eyes, looking surprisingly well for someone who has just wrestled with someone who has the capacity to fight like a bull. The strange man-bull is sitting on the damp couch looking sullen; wincing every time he tries to move an inch. Ian well-placed kick to the stomach must have gotten to him hard.

“I can’t tell a civilian, mate, not in my place. Tell the man to fuck off from here, would ya?. I can’t stand seeing his face”. Ian’s voice has toned down into his usual one; his stiff soldier stance is gone. The adrenaline of a fight seems to hang him dry. A wisp of laugh escaped the strange man lips. It must be painful for his ribs. “No need of the foul words, Greg. We have our truce already. Now take care of my ribs and I will let the Base know about your status and I’m good to go”.  “ Wait, who’s the Greg is you talking to?” Gregory’s headache is definitely in full force, right now. The man flicks his eyes to Ian direction before looking back to Gregory’s. “This one, of course. Sergeant Gregory Ross?.”

“His name is Ian Byrne. Mine is Gregory Ross”. The expression on Gregory’s face is utter confusion. It is time for Ian to explain all sort of important stuff to Gregory. Especially the part when the stranger calls Ian with his name. Now that is freaky.

 “I use your identity when I joined the ops, nothing big just a random name to fill the papers. But I keep climbing up the ranks and the name sticks with me. Which I am deeply sorry Greg, the whole ‘money for coffee’ thing is, well I could not explain that to you. We can pass as the same person if you are not closely acquainted with me, which he isn’t-“ Ian is throwing daggers at the man. “Besides, I’ve burned myself a long time ago. He has no business of being here at all”.  The man let out another weak laugh, “Christ, man you should have seen yourself in the mirror”. Gregory face could only be described as utter bafflement; he looks traumatized and shell-shocked at the same time.

“You use my name for-what?! I swear to God Ian, I am going to fucking kill you. Filling out forms for what? .” Ian shrugged looking almost embarrassed, “If I used my real name, that identity would be the one who disappeared and I could not done that with my family. You’re an orphan and one of my closest friends back home. I just thought it fits you know. Fuck, I was young and stupid. I didn’t realize it would get to be this far”. 

Gregory is an orphan, taken into care by a ver nice woman name Miss Chance. An elderly lonely woman who was looking for someone to take care of. Miss Chance was Ian's family neighbor, that was where he knew Ian the first place. They were very close as children and as Ian joined the army the moment he turned eighteen, Gregory moved away to England to be in university. Gregory's family was all dead in a car accident when he was eight. He could not remember much about them, not that it mattered to him. Miss Chance was as much as a family than anyone could have asked for.

Ian moves forward to Gregory space. He looks apologetic in a second, Gregory feels like he is being choked for the second time by Ian words.  “Nobody even bother of asking my name?. “A cocky smile appears on the stranger face, looking already more than comfortable than it should be on the couch. “What? Are you using my name for some sort of dark mysterious conspiracy shit operation too?.”

Gregory realizes his voice already counts as screaming but he could not give less fuck about the neighbor complaining. “No sir, my name is Alexander Lenz and I am here to take your so-called buddy back to where he belongs”.

Heck no, Ian stops being his buddy the moment he-. An explosion shakes the exact ground he is standing at. His living room window shatters to pieces as Ian pushes Gregory put of the way. Throwing him off where he stands right to the couch, landing on top of the newly identified Alexander.