Guy From Nowhere

Chapter 1: Guy From Nowhere

I walked to the cat cafè staring at the paper on it. "Now Hiring! $12 an hour."
I sighed. "Minimum wage..." I thought to myself, "Eh whatever, best I ca do"
I opened the door, a little bell ringing to signify someone came in. I looked around the place a bit. Cat trees were placed around, and cats were prancing all over the place.

My hat was covering my eyes, the scars on my face, and eye bags making me look intimidating. I walked up to the lady before me.

"Hello! What would you like to order!"

She was a goth girl. She was wearing traditional goth makeup.

"Hello. I would just like a job application."

She looked at me and laughed straight at my face.
"Really?  You look homeless! And you stink, too, get out."

"I'm just asking for a job. Can you do that or no? You have far too much attitude for someone who works minimum wage."

She looked at me angrily. I looked  at her name tag, "Katy". 
"Hey! Aren't you here for a job? That's going to be you, soon. I mean, come on, dude, get a grip on reality." The manager walked in shortly after I was gonna say some not very nice things.

"Are you being rude to possible new employees? Get outta here, let me talk to him."

Katy sighed, rolled her eyes, and made her way to the back room.
The manager came up to me. "Why, hello, sugar. What's your name?"
I looked up slightly, but not enough to see my face to let her know that I was acknowledging her. I hated looking people in the eyes. It's like they were judging everything about me. "I'm... Stanley. Stanley Zenith, nice to meet you."

She smiled and reached her hand out to give me a handshake. "I'm Aaliyah!" I took my hand out, she ecstatically shook my hand.
"Did you come here for a job, honey?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"I see, well, we do need a barista asap..." she slowly got closer to me to whisper in my ear, 
"You western?"

I wore a black western button up, with a western belt, long converse shoes that went almost to my knee, as well as a black western scarf. I also wore piercings on my ears and a black cowboy hat.

"I... guess you could say that." I responded.

"Well I'll be... in all black, too? Thank God I came up with uniforms... Could you take that hat off for me, so I could, see your face better?" She said...

I hesitated. But I knew I wouldn't get the job if they couldn't see my face. I firstly touched the scar on my nose, a big nasty red one, it made the rest of my scars disappear. I then removed my hat, revealing my tired brown eyes, dry lips, and thick black eyebrows.

She looked at me, intrigued. "Interesting. Though, the little lady is right, you smell ridiculous."
I blushed, feeling embarrassed. "I... am sorry. I was in the streets for a while—but there's no need to worry, I got a place, I can run the shower and come to work."

She smiled, "that's good that you found a place, honey, now, all I need you to do is fill out this application, and turn it in tomorrow." I looked up at her, in the face... in her eyes... "shit!" I thought to myself as I looked away, my heart racing. She put her hand on my shoulder. "We are a slow and small , so, we could also do you an interview tomorrow, sugar. I'll see you then." I nodded as I started to walk out.

"Mrreoww" one of the cats meowed at me. A black cat with heterochromia. I stared at it a bit before walking off.

As I walked back to the apartment, I put my hat back on and tapped on my nose, all the ugly scars reappearing. I stared at the application paper, my eyes widening, happy I finally got a chance. I picked up my schedule for school. I let out a deep sigh, knowing that I'll have to deal with being called a super senior that wholeee year. But I decided I'm actually gonna try to get out of this hell hole. I'm 20... a whole adult! I need to do something with my life. Find a girlfriend, go to collage maybe... go to sick ass parties...

I smiled at the thought, a dimple appearing on my left cheek. I walked to the bedroom... staring at the bunk bed that is missing the bottom bunk... but at least it's a queen sized bunk bed, so, enough space... plus, they haven't found a roommate for me just yet. And I was promised that they would have the bottom bunk by then.

I sat at the desk in front of the bunk bed, getting out the application and filling it out..

"Ah-ha... full name..." **Stanley Zenith**
"Am I a citizen? Yes sir..."
"Am I allowed to work... yes I'm pretty sure..."
"Have I ever worked for.. no I haven't even worked a day in my life..."
"Have I ever been convicted of a— what? No."
I filled out the whole thing and put it in my drawer.

I got up and spoke to myself... "you got a long day tomorrow, Stanley... don't fuck this up."

I changed into a black shirt and shorts. I looked in the long body mirror this apartment came with for some reason. I looked at the scars at my body...

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{Sorcery, Special Abilities, and how stuff works here.}

Wait—don't get the wrong idea just yet. These are from my paranormal ability—see, in this world... some people are born with paranormal abilities, such as cryokinesis, pyrokinesis, mind control, teleportation, and so much more. People with these abilities can also see—well, the paranormal. Spirits that come with evil intentions. This is where sorcery takes part. There's a group of people called sorcerers, in which help eliminate these evil spirits—they cause harm to the word usually in form of revenge for how their life went... in special occasions, a real person could get so emotional, a spirit can posses their body, and use it as a vessel forever—the evil thoughts posses the person—not the spirit itself. This is what we can a remnant of the total despair. The spirits and remnants both also hold paranormal abilities, humans that turned into a remnant gain special abilities from the spirits, humans can't see them, and it could be very much dangerous to normies. There's a theory that there is a master that promised them good things if they took part in—well it's pretty cliche but—taking over the world and eliminating all sorcerers and human kind. People with paranormal abilities—in a sense, aren't considered to be completely human due to their blood being blue... my situation was different though. I was no super hero and no sorcerer. And my power wasn't average like the rest—it's actually pretty unique. It's blood manipulation. Scars formed on my body as I was growing up so I could take blood from them using the scar on the bridge of my nose, I could manipulate my own blood to be different objects, I could also make it boil. Using too much though.. could kill me. Since I wasn't a sorcerer though... it was an... inconvenience. Luckily, I can tap on my nose to make the **paranormal ability** scars go away temporarily, the longer I keep them gone, the less I'll be able to keep them gone for a day.
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"Darn." I go up the bed and fall asleep.