Sincerely, The Enemy. (BL)

Message Recieved.

   Leaves crinkled under my feet and a light breeze blew through me. I approached the address on the note I’ve received and studied the building carefully. My phone chimed, signaling that it was lunch. I couldn’t focus on lunch now, I silenced it, continuing to study the state of where I am. It was just a rusty apartment building stuck in between two taller, much larger ones. It looked abandoned, with a rusted fence and old broken down brick. I think I heard something crumbling coming from inside, maybe? I wasn’t so sure. Who- or why would this person send me to a place like this? 

    

    I pushed through the wooden doors into the agency. The golden light of early morning sifted through the blinds, covering everything in yellow. There weren't many people there, just me and one of my coworkers who answered calls when people needed help. I greeted the coworker who was just about to clock out with a simple nod, continuing to walk down a long hallway towards my office. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. I took off my coat, draping it on the coat hanger in the corner. I walked to the back of my desk, opening the blinds. I loved the view. My eyes focused on the silhouette of the buildings. I smiled as I turned towards my desk, noticing a single coffee cup next to a stack of messy papers. My smile slowly turned into a frown and I slowly approached the desk. My notes aren’t in the same place, someone looked through them. I picked up the coffee cup, that’s when I noticed the note underneath. It was a lined piece of paper, it seemed like it was torn from a notebook, frayed at the edges. I unfolded it, the inside held a few sentences and an address. An address? What is he trying to do? The sentence written down was kind of hard to read, considering how this was scribbled on. 

    “Please go alone. This isn’t a trap. If you think I’m lying, how about you come over and see? :D” I rolled my eyes at the note then paid my attention to the coffee. The coffee cup was from a Starbucks down the street with the initials JY scribbled on it. JY… this was his work. A few days ago I got a call, saying that someone’s been going around the city stealing valuable pieces of art, jewelry, and artifacts. From each location there were clues with the initials JY written on it. Despite how many clues this person left, no other detective could solve it. But I’m really determined, and I won’t stop until I find them. I ran a UV light over it to see if there’s any fingerprints. Of course, no trace was left. This is definitely his work. But that wasn’t the thing that irked me. It’s the fact that he’s onto me. This was a sign, he knows who I am and what my goal is. I didn’t want to worry about my notes now. I looked at the scribbled note in my hands. We have a lead to investigate. 

   I carefully approached the front entrance of the building. Of course I had thought about the possibility of this being a trap. But why? Why would he call me to some deserted place to set up a trap for me? He should be smarter than that knowing the note itself would’ve given it away immediately. I got close enough to reach the door. Its grey paint was scratched, the bottom of the door rusting. Being extra careful, I wrapped my fingers around the handle. Waiting for the right time, counting in my head. 

    3..2..1. 

    Pushing it open, I jumped away from the door, expecting gasoline to drop down or- something at least. But to my surprise, nothing happened. The door creaked open swinging side to side. Despite something in my mind telling me it wasn’t safe, I still entered, as careful as ever. Newspaper strewn all over the creaky wooden floors, I watched my step, making sure there weren't any hidden levers or contraptions. All of a sudden I hear birds chirping from above me, the sudden noise making me flinch. That’s when I looked up. The outside of the building was terrible, but the inside…yet still run down, it was so strangely beautiful. The inside was tall, about two stories and half of the walls were columns of windows covered by old parchment paper, coloring everything in a pale yellow hue. The other half however was covered by a ledge, the only thing I could see was a broken wooden banister lining the edge. I looked around for anything that could get me up there. I had completely forgotten about the possible traps, not caring as I found a staircase. Running up the stairs to the ledge.

    I stopped in my tracks. Someone was there. Standing in the middle of the wooden platform, stood a person. His hair was golden in the light, his frame tall. He was surrounded by old furniture covered in white fabric. A circular window gave off a light. But this person, it seemed like he didn’t see or even notice me. He was wearing a white button down shirt with lace cuffs and strangely black dress pants. Is this him? JY? I took a step forward, and the sound of rustling newspaper seemed to alarm him. He whipped his head around to look at me. His face was covered by a jeweled jet back masquerade mask. It seemed so odd. I was just about to say something when he smiled at me. 

   “Well, well, well,” He said in a deep taunting voice. “Hello there, my name is Jack,” He smirked. 

    “Do I know you?” I said, my eyes narrowing. If this really is him… I lowered my hand to my holster I have strapped to my belt. He caught my actions, smiling wider as if something amused him. 

     “Well you should~” He sang. “You’ve only spent the past month trying to find me,” Yep this is him alright. “And considering how you’re so on edge you expected to find traps here didn’t you?” He stepped forward and I flinched staggering back, my gun now in my hand. “Or maybe it’s not the traps, maybe it’s me,” He threw a pebble to the side, directing my gaze away from him for a single moment. In the blink of an eye, he was behind me. He yanked the gun from my hand. A shot rang out and I yelped, stumbling forward. I turned back towards him who was fiddling with the gun, pouting. “I’m honestly hurt,” He started, but then he smiled. “But of course you won't be needing this,” he threw the gun off the side of the banister, the gun landing with a loud clatter. “Neither of us will,” 

    “What are you trying to do?!” I glared at him. He smiled at me, but this time this smile wasn’t taunting or menacing in any way. It was genuine and empathetic. 

    “I just want to be your friend,” 

    What? Yelling was heard from outside the building. My eyes glued to the window as everything started to blur. Huh? Jack moved towards the circular window, peering outside. 

    “Police? I thought I told you to come alone,” He groaned. Police? I didn’t call any police. They must’ve heard the noises. He walked right out of my point of view as I broke out of my shocked state. 

     “Well I didn’t-,” I cut myself off, for as I looked back he was nowhere to be seen. 

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