Tom's P.O.V.
I woke up by the ringtone of my phone. I moaned on the pillow and placed my arm on the bedsite. Not even looking at it, I touched, looking for the thing who was sounding, took my phone and place it on my ear. -Hello?- I said, with my words being muffled with the fabric.
-HEEY! It is Tom Parker?-
-Yeah, it's me- still not moving my head from my comfy pillow
-Yes, I'm calling for the bedrooms you rent?- now I am interested.
My flat is too big for me, and hunting hybrids doesn't leave you much time to earn money, so a couple of days ago I did put an advertisment? in a newspaper saying I rent two of my bedrooms. My friends used to live there, until that bear hybrid son of a bitch killed them.
-Sure... Who am I talking with?-
-Oh, yeh, sorry... I'm Jay, Jay McGuiness-
-Nice, look... Jay. I work at nights, so can meet you at lunch? What about we meet in "Barrey's"?-
-Nice! But I'm going with my sister, 'cause she's gonna rent the other bedroom... Is it okay?-
-Sure mate. See you at 13:30- and with that I hung up. Great. Now I have to wake up, have a shower, clean the things I fired up last night and get dressed.
Yes, I said fired up. I set on fire my sofa and some stuff that was around it because I was got too angry with this dickhead, who was supposed to pay my bills because I (how do you say when you give someone money, but expect it to be back?) on the phone, and I lost crontol on my power. I can control and create fire, and I am using my power to find and kill every hybrid on Earth. That's my aim, that's why I am a hunter.
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The Other Side of Me
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