Visceral Apricity

Lone Wolf

Creo entered the lady's house. He looked at the clock, which stated it's almost 11 O'clock. Which is correct.

"You allow people into your house, who don't even know your name."

"Well, as we spoke, I realised that I could maybe, just maybe, trust you. You guessed right. My name is Samantha, 'Sam' for short." She told him, putting her jacket on the countertop.

By first view, her place is quite comfy.
As one walks in, you'll be greeted by the countertop on your left, staircase on the right, living room in front.

"No surname?" He asked her, checking her living room out.

"That amount of trust, you don't have. Yet." She said to him, walking towards him.

"I shall let you know... Trusting me, is not an option. Neither for anyone else." He spoke while looking at the place. A neverending square tattoo appeared on his left hand palm.

"Wine?" She asked him, walking back to the kitchen, Creo's hand behind his back as if he stole something.

"I'm okay. But thanks for the offer. I have an early morning tomorrow." He looks around the lounge, realising that he's noticing a lot of things in almost full detail. It's stimulating, but it isn't overwhelming him. It's a capable thing of him to do, so he realised.

"Mind if I sleep here?" He asked her, feeling the couch.

"Yeah. I don't see... Nevermind. I'll grab a pillow and blanket for you." She said, almost seeming to be upset, or a bit off.

Creo makes himself comfortable on the couch.

He takes his shoes off, then when he layed down, a big holographic TV opened up and the news instantly came on.

Creo got a fright that he grabbed his shoe and was ready to attack.

Samantha came walking down the stairs and saw this happening.

"I promise you, the screen isn't going to fight back." She said, handing the pillow and blanket over to him, giggling a bit whilst doing so.

"Thanks. There's a lot I don't know yet. It's like I'm not... I don't know." He says with concern behind his voice. Clenching his fist, he knows that somehow, it needs to come to an end.

Samantha went on her knees and held his hand.

"Listen. You'll be fine. Get some sleep in." She told him, being really caring suddenly.

"Yeah. Thanks though. I really appreciate this. It means a lot to me."

"My pleasure... But I... I hope it's not personal, but why do you have a wolf on your wrist?" She pointed to the tattoo.

"Oh that. Yeah. I don't know, to be honest with you. Does this tattoo ring any bells?"

"Kind of, but I can't place my tongue on it."

She thinks deeply, but she had no answer.

"Nonetheless. Sleep tight." Creo told her. She gave him a hug, which he didn't expect, but then a string of memories came to him like a stream of water.

He remembers the concept of love, that there's people who love and respect him. The only question is 'who' and 'why'? The figures he vaguely saw we're definitely people, but they were figures and partially silhouettes.

"Good night, Samantha." Creo holding her on the hug.

"Just 'Sam', please."

"Alright. Sam."

"Don't let them escape!" The guards shouted, running after a hooded figure on the rooftops of the city.

The hooded figure jumped and ran at such speeds, none of the guards could catch them.