Hell of a Ride

Chapter 2

Revelation

Yun was still looking through his drawers to find some tissues he could use to stop the bleeding. Once he finally found some he flipped his head back, shoved it in his nose and patiently waited for the bleeding to stop.

"Blimey, what a bloody situation to be in..." he thought, smiling at himself for the play on words he had just made, the fatigue was getting him and he knew it.

After the tissue had absorbed most of the blood and the bleeding had stopped, he lowered his head to be face-to-face with the stranger that had been eyeing him this entire time. But Yun hadn't noticed his presence, so he was startled that he fell off his chair when he met his eyes. What was a stranger doing in his apartment? But more importantly, how did he get in? Yun was petrified by the sudden apparition that occurred in his living room. He was barely breathing, and while fixing the stranger he was desperately hoping that it was only a dream or maybe a ghost and that if he didn't move, he would disappear just like he appeared in front of his eyes. But seconds passed and the stranger did not vanish, on the contrary, he seemed to slowly but surely make his way to the couch.

"Hm? Why do you look so scared? Didn't you call me here ?" Said the stranger with a deep and raspy voice. He had a very wide accent that Yun had never heard before. Still petrified, he didn't answer.

"Well, I'm actually surprised that a little human like you could manage to call me up here. How intriguing!" His face, emotionless this entire time, suddenly split into an eerie smirk. Yun's heart skipped a beat and as he was trying to gather his courage, he swallowed wrong, resulting in a frenzied cough. As Yun gasped frantically for air, the mysterious stranger sighed, finally sitting down on the couch facing Yun's desk.

"Please, take your time. I'll just wait here patiently until you're done." Said the intruder in a soothing matter, although there was absolutely nothing remotely reassuring in his voice. In a shift motion, put his odd-looking boots on the living room table with no care for the world around him, he was sitting way too comfortably on the couch, anyone would think he was at home.

Yun felt the danger down to his bones; all his instincts were screaming at him to run as fast as possible and far-far away. After he caught his breath, he slowly stood up, realising that he had been sitting on the floor this entire time. At that moment, Yun decided to opt for a confident persona. Despite the danger emanating from every inch of him, the eerie intruder didn't show any harmful behaviour. Maybe if Yun showed that he was very sure of himself and not scared of this weird person that broke into his apartment in broad daylight, he would leave. After going through this newfound plan in his head Yun realised how absurd it was as a tactic. He would probably die today and no one would ever find his body. He knew he should've found a flatmate... To die alone without anyone to worry about him, what a sad end. As he was thinking really hard about what to do, he looked a bit closer at the odd person. He looked inhuman as if he were some kind of god or perhaps the devil. A devil with two horns on his head. His beauty was similar to the Greek sculptures, every detail seemed to align with each other, assembling perfectly to create pure beauty. Piercing golden eyes, that looked like they had seen it all, a feline line that made them fierce and unpredictable. As Yun was examining the intruder, he realised that besides his sharp and definite face, he also had tattoos, the kind you don't see often. The tattoos covered both his cheeks and looked like some sort of white dash. Yun thought it resembled tears dropping down from his eyes to the edge of the sculpted face that seemed like it had already experienced every possible hardship. After reflection, nothing appeared to be human about this stranger, nothing at all. He'd never seen anything like this; his cape was a dark red-like as though soaked with blood, and fur was covering his shoulders, in the light, Yun could see the reflection of small beads of gold. What looked like a very heavy long sword was attached to his left side, its handle was incrusted with colourful stones and the design of the cross guard was a crescent moon. Under the substantial cape, he was wearing a dark waistcoat centring his waist with the leathered sword sheath, and a white loose collard shirt. These clothes felt old, almost medieval and yet nothing clearly corresponded to a certain time period or was tied to the history of a country. Yun had felt like someone had opened a door to another dimension and his creepy trespasser had fallen right into his apartment. Realising that he'd spent too long analysing every aspect of the stranger's body while not moving one inch of his own completely stiff body, Yun inhaled to give himself some courage and started walking toward the open kitchen behind the occupied couch. His throat was dry from the excessive coughing and he needed to assert dominance so he wouldn't end up six feet underground.