Okay, I think I may be in love with evil itself.
It's messed up, I know...but ever since I found him lying on my bed, Adrien has turned my world upside down. For better or for worse? Well, I don't know yet. All I see is that I am falling deeper and...
"How long will I have to stay here?"he asked, pretty much out of the blue.
"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to." I replied.
"What about my injury?"he replied.
"It should be fine in a week or so."I estimated.
"That's too long."
"Trust me, I know....are you hungry?"I didn't like the small talk we made, he made me physically uncomfortable. If you nursed a dying snake back to health, it wouldn't hesitate to bite you. Sometimes it's just in someone's nature to be nasty.
"I can't tell. Could you make me a cucumber sandwich, thin sliced with the crusts cut off and no butter."requested the invader. It was a pretty childish request and I couldn't see how cucumber and bread alone would taste of anything.
"I'll see what I can do." I sighed before walking downstairs. What was I doing? If I'm kind to him, the probability of him killing me could be reduced. It all depends on whether he kills when he's provoked or not. But I don't think he's capable of anyone in his current state. I shook my head, all this murder business was making me nauseous.
I pulled the cucumber out of the fridge and began cutting even slices, thinking that if I concentrated on something other then the serial killer in my bedroom, I could finally find some peace of mind.
When I returned, Adrien was sitting up, back pressed up against the headboard reading manga. He looked almost normal.
"It's almost as if you were expecting me to crash here."he looked up.
I looked at what he was reading.
Kamisama Maniac
He just had to pick that one.
The story follows a man who believes he is a god when he believes he is transcendent. As it is from his point of view you don't know if what he can see is real or in his head. He destroys souls and their miasmas he sees to be troublemakers or impure before it really gets out of hand.
Due to the compelling storyline and beautiful yet eerie artwork, I spent as much money on the manga as most would spend on a new phone.
"It's from right to left too, even better."he mused.
"I don't know how you could possibly read with all that hair over your eyes."
Stupid Juliet.
"You're quite direct, aren't you? You want to see my face, don't you?"he smirked, raising his hand to his hair. "I can see just fine like this."he stopped mid-track, letting his hand fall to his side. "Should I get up?"
The thought of him being mobile terrified me.
"I wouldn't advise it."I replied. He slowly stood up appearing to be much taller than I thought he was. Taking the sandwich, Adrien began stumbling towards me. I wondered if he were angry with me.
"Do you mind if I eat this at your dining table?"his voice was utterly emotionless.
"N-No."a sudden sense of dread overtaking me.
"You're sweating, eyes wide, brows lifted, mouth slightly open, breathing uneven. Chances are you're pretty freaked out by me, right? I suggest you let me do as I wish, for your own sake."he said with bitter undertones. Oh no, I've seem to have angered the man. Being that he was much taller than me and looked like a feral animal, I had a right to be scared.
"Th-think about it, y-you might get caught i-if my dad comes back e-early."I squeaked. Idiot, don't even try to reason with him, just kick him in the balls if he becomes too overbearing. He rose his hand and I flinched, thinking he was about to strike me. What he did was something completely different.
He rubbed the sandwich into my hair.
"I don't appreciate it when you talk back to me."he whispered before grabbing me by the neck and slamming my head into the door. I slid down the door and tucked my knees into my chin.
What was I thinking? Nursing a serial killer back to health was seriously the worst idea I could've ever come up with. My head throbbed and liquid clouded my vision. These people shouldn't be in society. They hurt others so badly and most of the time they can't even empathise with the people to whom they do wrong.
"Fuck! I'm sorry, I'm just in a lot of pain."he cursed. When I looked up at his face, I saw that he was grimacing. Was it a guilty conscience or his realisation that I could kick him out of my house or call the police when he was sleeping or otherwise unable? Probably the latter.
"I forgive you."I responded quietly.
"You're planning to smother me in my sleep, aren't you?"
He was absolutely correct, but I wasn't going to let him know that. There was something my mother always used to tell me: 'confidence over conscience'. When put in situations such as these, it didn't matter whether you lied or cheated your way through, as long as you had confidence and common sense.
"Pas vrai, my psychopathic friend. Wouldn't killing you put me on your level? A level, mind you, that I would never stoop to."
"What if I told you that you don't control your brain, your brain controls you. Who knows, perhaps you'll be a vegan human rights activist one day and a psychopathic torture-murderer the next. I should know."he returned. "Question: if you killed me, or turned me into the police who would then utterly destroy my life, wouldn't that put you on a similar level as me?"
"No, if you knew anything about litigation, you would know that----"
"---shut it, you speak too often. Are you an attorney's daughter or some shit."he put his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. "You would think that the probability of death would make you more submissive."he clutched his stomach and reeled back. Blood was pulsing through the wound.
I could see his face, visibly paler than before. I led him to my bed. When I was still close to him, he took his hands and wiped them on my face.
"You're beginning to look like me now."he whispered, before becoming limp.
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