Tick tock goes the clock,
Until this Manor is
No more
Will the mouse
Find a way out?
Free of guilt;
Oh, safe and sound?
Time is running out, detective.
Angel Mallory has always been unlucky. Seemingly retired from their old job working for the Guil...
Author's Note: Completely edited. Have fun reading!
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It's as if the universe has always conspired against me, orchestrating a symphony of misfortune.
The rain soaked my coat and seeped through my very bones. Each step was a battle against the slippery streets.
My shoes squelched, as I put all my might into sprinting, in hopes of being on time for the job interview. My reputation was shattered and it was all the Council's fault.
My breath was cold in my throat as I panted, splashing through the puddles in the pavement. I could feel the pulse on my neck throb, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat. The cold air pierced my skin, making me shudder. Collecting my thoughts, I straightened my worn-out coat, looking at where the address had lead me. Breathing began to hurt, like I'd inhaled raw flames.
In front of me stood an unassuming, old, concrete building of three stories, one I deducted to be an office and hopefully- my new workplace. My heart raced as I went inside, raindrops clinging on my glasses.
"Name?" The receptionist's voice cut through the tension, sharp and disinterested. She sat behind her desk, snapping gum between her teeth.
"Angel Mallory, here for a job interview."
"The Angel Mallory? The light of the Council?" she mocked, a smirk taking over her lips. Her attention was detached from the laptop, a predator grin spreading over her features.
"That seems to be my name, yes" I sighed, clinging onto any sort of hope I hadn't flanked my chances, which were near zero to none. My eyes narrowed. "Could you not- call me that?"
"Awh, yeah..." she mused "They fired you, didn't they? Sorry, I must've rubbed salt over a fresh wound" The words stung, their condescending nature adding to the tension. A wave of annoyance washed over me. I wanted to bite back, yet the odds were not in my favour.
"You did, really... It's been rough these past few days." I sighed, hoping to move her. To shake that empathy she must've had deep inside. Really, deep.
"Well, I could reference you... but, you're late."
"I'm sure you could make something happen... I'm in dire need" I exaggerated, widening my eyes.
"I don't want any trouble," she decided, "but I could give you my number... if you'd like?" She inched closer, reaching out to grab the side of my face, rubbing over it with nails that resembled a crow's claws. Hesitant, I let her, my eyebrows rising.
"Can I whisper something to you?" I purred, holding myself upright on the edge of the desk. She nodded intently and pushed her hair back, a slight red taking over her prominent cheeks. I angled my head right by her ear, my hand settling on her shoulder to keep a safe distance.
"Hard pass." I whispered, taking an immediate step back. "Piece of advice, when you are trying to seduce someone, please don't do it in a working space." The secretary's eyes widened in shock, blood rushing to her face. "I could sue" I murmured in a sing-song voice, wishing this had gone differently.
