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Metal music blares as I dance around my living room.
...I fucking love this music, it's the only thing that pulls me out of my head when I'm overthinking...
The T.V. Plays nonsense in the background, and while I'm simultaneously trying to watch, I hear a loud knock at my front door.
"Hell yeah! The pizza is here."
I say to myself, a bit too excitedly.
...What can I say? A girl loves pizza...
I quickly skip to the door, not bothering to check the peephole, I answer the door ready to greet the pizza person.
"Hey! W-wha..."
I quickly get a glance at a tall hooded man standing at my door. The shadow covers the first half of his face leaving the lower half in the light. And the worst part, there's no pizza in the stranger's hand.
Before I have a chance to say anything else the hooded figure quickly darts into my apartment, slamming the door shut. He has his back pressed against the door, with my back pressed against his chest and his hand covering my mouth.
...WTF?! OMFG! WHO THE FUCK DID I JUST LET INTO MY APARTMENT?! Well, I didn't necessarily let them in... they 'invited' themselves in...
...hm? What's this? A cold metallic feeling presses into the flesh of my lips and face where his hands are placed. Are these rings? No.. wait.. staples? He's got fucking staples on his hands and fingers?
Before I finish my thought, I hear what sounds like two men scurrying in the hallway outside my apartment door.
Man 1: I know he's down here, he fucking has to be.
Man 2: Clearly fucking not unless he disappeared into thin fucking air, and sure as hell no one is going to let him into their apartment.
I go to scream to alert the two strangers outside my apartment that the fucking home invader is RIGHT! HERE!!.. But, the hooded man must've sensed my ache to scream because his hand on my mouth becomes painfully tighter and his other hand inches in front of my face ignites a bright blue flame...
"One fucking peep, and your ash..."
I begin to breathe heavily and tears well up in my eyes.
...Why... why the fuck does he have to have a fire quirk...
I do as he says and keep my panicking body as quiet as it'll allow me to. I really have no fucking choice unless I want to be burnt to a Goddamn crisp. Like this guy isn't going to fucking kill me anyways. I guess I can't help but to want to hang on to whatever fleeting moments of life I have left.
He diminishes the flame in his hand and slowly removes the threat from my vision. We both hear the men retreat down the stairs and seemingly out of the complex.
...well, so much for that plan...
I feel the stranger's grip over my face loosen up. While he's distracted, enjoying his moment of peace away from the two men, I take the opportunity to quickly slip from his grip and run as fast as fucking humanly possible to grab a knife from the kitchen.
A fucking pairing knife apparently, could've been a meat cleaver or a serrated bread knife. No, my panicked ass had to grab the knife that can barely cut through a fucking lemon.
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