Black Phoniex: Born into Ashes[+18]

2) Dark Temper

For tonight, we loved each other. I reopened my eyes, pressing my lips against my finger as the waves rolled in. I swallowed, pulling my hand down onto the arm of the chair; rubbing my fingers together. It was four-thirty five in the morning and I just got back from New York, the headline oddly replayed over and over in my head: CEO died in tragic fire in own home. I exhaled, tilting my chin up and glanced up at the moon. Another strike from the black phoniex and everyone knew it so well, letting my eyes fall back shut. What's your name?

    I snapped my fingers, opening my eyes and staring at my index finger's little blue flame. I exhaled smoothly, watching the flame suddenly flicker bigger and melt into pitch black fire, Me too...me too. I let it sizzle out before it got any bigger, dropping my hand back onto the chair; staring back at the dark shores. Something hit my front door, inhaling lightly and turning my head a little, flicking my eyes down the beach. Resuming to rubbing my fingers together, it happened again which sounded much like a knock now. I exhaled, gripping the arms of the chair and heaved myself to my feet. I walked back inside, whomever knock harder which made me a little irritated deep down. Walking around corner, Colorado's eyeball peeked in through the top window; growling deep as I came over. I opened the door, now spotting Corey with her.

"Morning." Corey smiled. 

I growled heavy, gripping the door tighter. 

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"Thanks, angel." 

I flicked my ash in the ash tray, thanking Gabby as she settled my plate down. She smiled, "No problem, cupcake." She rubbed my shoulderblade, ironically over Molly's love scratches. I ignored it, watching my cigarette's smoke slowly hover off of it before I took a long drag. 

"You're a little man whore, huh?" Colorado smiled through her blonde hair. 

I slowly blinked my eyes onto the sixteen year old, Corey grabbing the ketchup for his hash browns. I remained silent, exhaling through my nose and settling my cigarette in the ash tray's slit and picked up my fork. "We usually eat first before we chit-chat." Corey smiled at her, pushing his round glasses up more on his nose. 

"Exactly." I muttered, cutting into my steak omelet and stabbed it. 

"Well, I'm here so that's gonna change." 

"I can burn your pancakes for you." I muttered bluntly, shooting her a mocking stare. 

She groaned, hunching her shoulders and cut into them. "Pass the syrup please." I grabbed it, passing it over, getting the salt then. Corey suddenly held out an yellow even lope then, exchanging looks. 

"It came early." 

"Hm," I gently took it, settling the salt down and peek in it, There was two thick packs of hundreds in rubber bands, slipping it into my hoodie pocket and went back to salting my breakfast. "More than usual." 

"He was a big fish." 

"Hm." I softly responded, shoveling it into my mouth. 

"So when do I get a chance?" 

"When you proven yourself worthy." Corey smiled, "Till then, Aries and and the other big dogs go at 'em." 

"Trust me--." I swallowed, "It's gets dull after a while, every now and then you'll get a good fish." I shrugged, "But majority are easy to get in the net." 

She nodded, grabbing her fork tighter.  "Well, I'll be ready." 

"How's this place treating you?"