The Pariah

Chapter 5

Chapter song: 3 Doors Down - Behind Those Eyes

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Just as promised, Cohart assigned me a job to keep me busy and keep the money flowing in, even though I'm not a legal Angel, like everyone else. And the best part? I got to be on the same quest with the icy girl that is admired by most of everyone in this freaking place. Myrina motha-fuckin' Selene. Joy.

The job was simple. Someone was having some troubles at the library. Called in distress and reported someone stalking him. Creepy, but I accepted, since it seemed easy to me and not much to it other than protect the guy.

The night before, I wound up packing my things (which wasn't much) when there was a knock at my door. I groaned before making way toward the boundary keeping this place private.

I opened the door, expecting Priam here to congratulate me on getting a quest. Since she was so adment on letting me know she was excited for me. Apparently, it's a big honor to be selected by the master of the Guild rather than just choosing one.

But being lucky makes people jealous. So I would be lying if I said that I didn't get dirty looks and heard some unflattering whispers as I went about my day. Assholes. Maybe they don't get chosen because they're all dicks that wanna be recognized without doing any work.

But you didn't do any work, either.

I roll my eyes at myself. Whatever.

Anyway, I pulled the door open.

That very same person I was speaking about before stands in my doorway. She has her arms crossed and appears to be very uncomfortable as my neighbor's stand in front of their door, talking lowly. They're the people everyone hears every fucking night when they get saucy. God...

I tilt my weight onto one foot. "Yo." Is what I decided to say to ease the tension that had gradually built itself up between us.

Something about the icy cold Angel standing before me that I always noticed was her clothing choices. Grey. She never wore anything but grey. Grey pants, grey shirts, grey boots. I wouldn't be surprised if she was wearing grey underpants too.

She says something to me, but I miss it while I stomp through my own brain.

"Sorry, what?" I say.

Her pale eyes roll in her sockets before she grudgingly answers me. "I said, are you gonna invite me in or what?"

She wants to come in? I feel self conscious suddenly of my space. I take a peak over my shoulder. My bed's a mess, I haven't had a chance to fix it. Let's get real; you weren't gonna do it anyway.

The clusters of papers laying in my imaginary trash can in the corner had built itself up. There were still sticky notes on my wall and my very little posessions being ready to get packed, resting on the floor at the end of the bed.

Yeah, I totally look like a loser.

Still, I can't leave her out there while the guy next door is obviously eye-raping her. I step aside and allow her in. I look at the guy outside, who looked kinda disappointed that the object of his erection is gone. I snap my fingers in front of his face and he blinks at me. "Oh, good. I didn't know if you were some sexual man-doll or if you were real for a sec." I close the door, seeing his face redden.

I turn to Myrina, back pressed against the door.

She took my silence as invitation to talk. And talk she did. "Look, I wanted to come here to talk to you about the case involving Hazel."