I just walked in the door. Nothing unusual. Right?
Wrong.
Hey, im aspen. This is my story.
I'm coming home from my job beat up like usual. It's like the same day is on repeat. Wake up, go to work , get hurt,go to sleep. I am known as a "level 9" . It's the lowest level you can get . The highest being a 0. Everybody gets a level,enemy,and a friend once they are old enough to move out of the household. That age being 16. I've had them for a year now.
"Hey aspen! You look a little rough ,lemme pound out those edges!"
I look over to the person saying that.
It's rue.a level 3,my assigned enemy.
I retort, "As in sex or fighting? I'm getting mixed signals."
"Oh you little-"
"Bitch?cunt?asshole? Just in case you haven't noticed, I don't really care what you call me. If you want to hurt me, actually hurt me. Hit me, kick me, break my damn bones."
"Well damn. Straight forward are we?"
"I just don't care at this point."
I finish talking and start walking away, Only to be hit in the back of my head by a rock.
"Really? Can I just go home in peace?"
"Nope"
"Damn you"
"You know you love me."
"Ew no.plus i'm not even legally allowed to 'pretty boy'"
"Aw you think i'm pretty"
"Pretty stupid"
"Oh fuck you"
"In your dreams"
I wink at him and he becomes red as a tomato.
"N-no i don't!"
"Your blush says different"
He covers his face with his sweater like a child.
"Ta-ta!"
I speed walk to my house.
The next day
I just woke up and ate so off to work I went ,before anyone else was there.
Once I get there I do my normal thing: clean the tables, floor, stage, windows, door knobs. Pretty much everything. I work at a cafe and we offer people to go up and perform anything they'd like. I often get beat up by the customers and staff especially since my friend is in another country. I've honestly goten used to this. I expected it to be like any other day. Boy was I wrong.
A few hours after opening we got our first customer. A level one. The second highest level. He came with a few friends, a level two and two different level threes.
The level two looked at me. And the level one noticed and looked at me as well. After a second or two he motioned for me to come by him. I came over to him cautiously. I was worried that he would hurt me like the other level ones we've had here.
"Tell me, what is your position in this establishment"
"I-i'm the janitor and waiter, sir."
"Hm, I'd expect a higher level for a waiter?"
"Im sorry ,sir, our other waiter is out from a car crash"
"What a pity. I guess you will do it."
"Please excuse me if i am being rude but are you a customer, a new worker,maybe a new performer?"
He grabs my throat roughly
"You have no authority to even be talking to me. You are lucky I haven't had you taken out like other nines that had talked to me."
He hands me to one of his acquaintances
"Be gentle with her until you get to the back. Don't kill her, just hurt her badly, got it?"
"Yes sir."
I am soon taken to the back of the stage. One of them leans down to me and whispers
"You shouldn't have talked so much dear"
Soon the beatings begin.
I'm not writing this you'll get the idea at the end
The level one comes in
"That'll do boys"
They step away from me. Showing their work to their boss like a cat showing its owner a dead mouse.
"Hm, I guess you are much tougher than expected. I didn't hear a sound come from you the whole time,well minus occasional grunts."
"Heh, yeah she never even screamed"
"Tell me, nine does this happen to you often?"
I nod my head
"Speak up."
I spat out some blood
"Yeah."
"How often?"
"Almost everyday"
"For what reason?"
"My level.."
I look up at him nose still bleeding
"I'm sorry i need to go home"
"Go nine. Maybe we'll meet again."
They make room for mr to leave
"Before you go, let me know your name. Mine is mospel."
"Mospel? Hm, that is my friend's name, but he's in britain. My name is aspen"
"Aspen girovan?"
"How did you..? Wait, you are Mospel hisash?"
His eyes softened "yes i am."
"I tought we were friends not FUCKING ENEMYS!!"
"Aspen When I got my number I also got a letter from my government telling me about you, your whereabouts and your strengths. I had to do this to find you."
"You killed to find me."
"No. I lied to scare you. I knew if it wasn't you they would have backed away but you didn't move an inch.ever since i got my level i have been getting one letter about you every year."
"I'm leaving mospel."
"Ok i have your address see you another time."
Once i got home
I just got back and I'm feeling really light headed. I open my door only to see rue sitting on my sofa with another rock.
"Hey asp- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED"
That's all I hear before falling like a rock into water.
But before I hit the ground I felt arms around me.
"Heh you really do care.." I say weakly before passing out.
When I wake up I'm in a room on a bed with a bunch of bandages on me.I try to get up to no avail. My arms aren't moving and my legs are pinned down by something..?
I lift my head up to see the one and only mospel hisash. Laying on my lower half. I try to use my arms again and notice"oh yay there being cuffed down!"
"Hey! Hisash!"
"Hm..?"
"Get the hell off of me!"
"No"
"Well fuck you too."
"You wish."
"Mospel, why am I cuffed down."
"The boys were worried you'd strangle me if you woke up before me."
"Honestly I would right now if I could ,im pissed off with you."
"mhm."
