"Laundry sucks" I mumble to myself as I spread my blue shorts over the wire.
Normally I went to Tom's place to do the laundry but I accidentally missed a whole shit tone of clothes and knowing Tom he'd berate me for being disorganized.
"Like the bastard is Mr. Spick and Span himself" I grumble.
So instead I did like my ancestors and washed the clothes in the tub in my bathroom. I know I should buy a washing machine and dryer, it's one of the bare necessities an apartment needs, but everybody knows those things get easily tap and is the perfect hiding spot for ninjas.
"I'd be damned if I bring something into my place that has a 40% chance in resulting tin my death" I say as I squeezed out the last remnants of water in a white top.
One may be wonder who I was talking to, well...no one. I have a firm belief that a person should be able to talk to themselves, out loud if need be. I wasn't ashamed of it, but I wasn't going to fucking do it in public either!
I stretch up and hang my top next to long white linen sheets. Only afew residents of this building actually use the wire cause it's an old and tired concept. Also this neighborhood is too posh for it. But the old lady who practically lived on the ground floor insisted it be installed because she missed the good 'ol days in the 30's. And seeing as she owns half the building the managers couldn't say no.
She was a nice old lady, but she's not gonna live long. Well...any long-ER
I arrange her linen sheets properly on the wire cause it was tipping. But in doing so I noticed something.
Someone.
I'm instantly on high alert. I shake my left leg alittle to confirm I was wearing the boot that had my hand gun hidden in it.
After the whole Premiere incident I was more cautious and aware of things. For the past few fight's I've been getting more sloppy and careless. To the point where I almost physically lost my life!
No more, never again.
If not for that masked stranger I would be a cold dead corpse right now. I'll never be able to thank that guy enough, and because of what he did I am more aware and alert.
No more slipups.
I pretend to be unaware of the movement on the other end of the roof, I continue to arrange my shirt on the wire and fix the sheet as well. As expected the figure moved, right to the corner of the roof, with the linen sheets completely blocking my view.
With the grace of a cat I smoothly bend down to reach for the laundry basket. Out of the edge of the sheet's tail I see him.
He guy who saved me.
He was wearing the exact same outfit, but somehow it looked more menacing and ominous in broad daylight. You could almost see the dark aura around him. Everywhere was as silent as a church, you could hear the breeze passing as it weaved its way through my hair.
I don't know how long I stared, but I knew he must've seen me be aware of his presence. I straighten up, laundry basket in hand, and step around the white sheets.
How'd he get up here? How did he find me? Where did he come from? Isn't it hot in that suit?
I balance the empty laundry basket on my hip and make for a friendly gesture.
"Hello!" I called over the roof.
The wind was knocking my hair in my face as I made my way towards him, I look down, cause I was pushing it back, as I spoke. "I never got a chance to thank you for saving my life, it's nice for once to have vigilante friends and not insane murders-"
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My Masked Assassin
Action"I don't even turn to look but make to run away, but I'm grabbed and forcefully pulled back. I am flung around and slammed hard against the curtains, they part a bit and a tiny sliver of light reflects against the glass of a motorcycle helmet. Dammi...
