one-shots

Imagine 36

I hold the stick close to my body, tiptoeing down the stairs. I was sleeping peacefully until I woke up all of a sudden, something felt wrong. And when I just sat there on my bed, listening to the quietness of my room, I heard something downstairs. Someone is in my home.
I make my way to the living room, peeking my head in. My heart stills when I see the black figure looking through my drawers. I tiptoe inside, trying to sound as quite as I can. When I'm almost close enough to them, I freeze. "You know I heard you walking down, right?", I take a step back when they turn around, pulling the stick up higher. "W-what are you doing here?", I ask once I find my voice again.
I try to sound as intimidating as I can, but I don't think it's working since they don't seem affected by me at all. They are very handsome/beautiful now that I take a good look at them. It's dark, but the moonlight shines on their face, making them look truly unbelievable.
What are they doing in my house? They look down and a small smirk appears on their face. "There it is", I follow their gaze and my grip on the stick leaves, my hands immediately going up to my necklace, holding it tight. "Don't you dare", this time my voice sounds stronger. I got this necklace from my mom. It's all I have left of her and I will die before I give it to anyone.
They look up again, tilting their head like they just now notice me. "I need it",
"Why?",
"Because someone asked me to steal it, and if you don't mind, I would like to get paid", they take slow steps closer to me and I take the same steps back. "You should pick up your stick",
"Who?", I ask ignoring their statement. They are right, I need to grab it but I can't think probably anymore. I can't lose this necklace.
"I don't know", they grab the stick themself, holding it in their left hand
"You have to kill me first", they stop, staring me dead in the eyes now, their jaw tightening. "I'm not killing you",
"Then you are not getting this necklace",

"You are making this way harder then it should be",
"I don't care, I'm not giving it",
"Why?",
"It's mine", they sigh looking down. "You have family or friends nearby?",
"What?", I ask frowning.
"Do you have someone you can stay with for a while?", they look up again, continuing their slow steps my way, but this time I don't move. "Yes, why?",
"You ask a lot of questions",
"You are being vague", they are standing in front of me now.
"Stay there", they begin, "Stay there for a week",
"Why?", their left hand goes up, their hand open for me to grab the stick. I quickly grab it, keeping my left hand on the necklace. "You're not going to give me your necklace, and I am not going to kill you, so I guess this is our only other option",
"You'll leave?", they are crazy, what kind of thieve is this? "I'll just say you weren't home, that I couldn't find the necklace in your house", I push the tip op my stick in their stomach, staring them dead in the eyes. "I don't trust you", they chuckle, their eyes not leaving mine. "You shouldn't", they turn around walking to the window where they probably came from. I frown again.
I live in an apartment, very high up, how did they get so high without getting noticed? "We'll meet again soon, so make sure you leave that stick in your hand next time. I have a gun and a dagger, you know", when they are at the window, they turn around one last time, throwing something my way. I scream blocking my face. When I don't feel anything hit me, I look down in front of me.
The tip of a dagger sticking to the floor. I look up at them, eyes wide. They could have fcking killed me. They shrug turning around again. "It should be a fair fight right?", and with that they jump out the window, my eyes glued to where their figure was just a second ago.