Under Contract

⛩ Chapter One ⛩ : What A Dreary Monday.

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Here I am...

Standing outside in the middle of the goddamned night...

Getting soaked.

Oh, and did I mention that I'm in a neighborhood that I don't recognize?

Because I am.

I sighed angrily and let my chin drop to my chest, and I noticed a bench next to the sidewalk.

Okay, that way the metal curves at the ends of it really makes me feel like I'm in a rich neighborhood.

Meh, at least I know I won't be robbed, considering that the bench is also partially made out of wood.

'Who the fuck pays for this stuff?!' I asked myself while I sat down, immediately noticing how uncomfortable it felt, 'Especially when it feels like shit.'

I sweatdropped at my last thought, but then back to my internal monologue about complaining about how cold I was.

Since, you know, it's fucking pouring.

The rain beat like a rhythmic drum on the asphalt that now sat in front of me, but even though it would normally be calming, I - at the moment - am tearing at the seams.

I'm so done with this.

"Ugh," I groaned, "If life wants to fuck me, then it should just fuck me already."

I leaned my head back onto the bench and tried to focus on the feeling of droplets hitting my skin, but the moment was ruined when I heard someone screaming.

"Shit shit shit shit, shit shit shit-!"

I glanced from the bottom of my eyes to see a man running down the sidewalk with a flame erupting out of the side of his feathery jacket...

Wait...

THAT MAN'S ON FIRE-

I sat up straight and gawked when I saw the flame expand tenfold.

And then he slipped in a puddle.

Right in front of me.

I stared down at him for a solid seven seconds, wide eyed before thinking of saying:

"In case you didn't know, you're on fire."

I wanted to slap myself in the face, and then maybe with a cookie sheet because the sound would probably be funny, due to how stupid that was.

"..."

"I AM?!"

"..."

"YOU DIDN'T KNOW?!?!"

The blonde haired man stood up and started running in small circles in a panic, and I had jumped up onto the bench crouching with my hands up in the surrender position before I realized that I look like an idiot.

Oh well, the only person who would see me is running around in a circle like a chicken that's on fire.

BECAUSE HE IS ON FIRE-

"TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF!!!" I screeched, grabbing the edge of his jacket and ripping it off him and chucking it into the puddle he slipped on.

How this grown ass man slipped on a puddle, I will never know.

I jumped off the bench and onto the jacket to quell the abnormally large flames, panting after I had stamped out the last embers.

It's raining like hell- HOW WAS HE ON FIRE.