Deviant Fate

2 - The Criminal's Identity

-Gweneria Sol-

After my weird morning I decided to check my inbox for any new jobs. Because of my gifts, I have a small business where I offer my help to someone who is willing to pay. They want to know if their spouse is cheating on them. They want to quit their job, but they're too scared of the altercation. My invisibility and shapeshifting abilities allow me to achieve pretty much any task. As long as I'm not hurting anyone I accept, for the right price. Girls gotta make a living. It's usually petty tasks, but I don't ask questions. It's not my business and I don't care. I just like the money.

After organizing some requests to a folder, I rested my head on my hand as I felt my eyes droop. I had fallen asleep and it was sunset out already. I physically jumped at the abrupt bang on my door. A gentle knock would suffice. I hesitantly walked to the door waiting to see if I could hear anything else.

Bang Bang Bang

Alright fucker, you better have a good reason for banging on my damn door. Opening the door ready to throw heavy words, I stopped and stared at the drink murderer. What the actual?

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I said with utter confusion.

He looked slightly shocked and annoyed by my question, or perhaps my wording, I can't tell.

"Don't be your irritating self and ask a million questions. Step aside." He sighed as I blocked him from stepping inside.

How does he know where I live? Why is he coming in? Why the fuck would he think I would handout favors to him? Is he hiding from someone? Oh my god... he could be a murderer!

"Stop thinking so much you're becoming bothersome. I'm staying here for a while." He said, while nudging me aside and shutting the door. He walked to all my windows and closed the blinds.

"Uh hey, shit stain, what are you doing barging into my house? I don't even know you!"

"You may call me Arow, stop calling me your impetuous names." He said irritated.

He sat down in my kitchen and rubbed his temples. Oh... you think you get to be angry? You have another thing coming man-baby.

"I know you've already discovered I can read your mind, so desist from calling me anything other than Arow or you won't like the consequences." He snapped.

"First of all, I told you to stay out of my mind, fucker! Second of all, what the hell are you talking about, consequences? I'm an adult in my own house. I can say what I please. Now get the fuck out."

He went to stand up, but I cut him off before he could say anything,

"Wait. Save me the boring lecture and your stupid ass threats. Explain first. What are you doing in my house and how did you find where I live? Why are you even here?"

"That's none of your concern. I'll be staying here for a while. That's all you need to know."

"Woah woah, you're not staying here! This isn't the holiday inn. You're a STRANGER, you need to hit the road."

"I'll do as I please, Gwen."

I feel like this isn't real. No way this arrogant prick just walked into my house and is hunkering down. My anger is rising and homicide is looking pretty probable right now.

"Listen... Arowww." I dragged his name out like the child he thinks I am, just to annoy him. "You're a stranger, and a rude one at that. You're not staying in my house. Get the fuck out."

I walked over to the door and opened it, waiting for him to scoot. He stood up and started walking towards the door. I felt triumphant as it looked like he was actually leaving until he got closer and slammed the door shut harshly. He shoved me back against it and placed his hands on either side of my head. Confining me in his makeshift cell before I could even detest. His once amber eyes began sparking bright gold-yellow. He looked deadly. I hadn't actually been frightened until this moment.