The Shadow

Chapter 2

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If The Shadow had accomplished anything tonight, it was that he had succeeded in making me hate him even more than I did. I actually had a legitimate reason to despise him now instead of going off of assumptions.

I all but threw his plate onto the bar in front of him, most of my earlier fear replaced by irritation. He had been looking at something in his hands that I couldn't see, but when his dish clattered onto the surface in front of him, his striking blue eyes snapped up to meet mine. "Well someone's in a bad mood."

"Thank you, Sherlock," I shot back, my confident exterior growing stronger. He frowned before poking at his meal, inspecting it carefully as if I had tried to poison him. If only I had.

"Did you find the worms I stuck in there?" I asked, and the corners of his mouth tilted up into an amused smirk. He ignored my comment, his eyes darting along the counter in search of something. I noticed that the belongings from my purse were still sprawled on top of the counter next to him, my cell phone shining like a beacon of hope on top. I just needed to find a way to get to it without him noticing, and he'd be done for. 

"You gonna give me a fork?" His question brought me back from my thoughts, and I crossed my arms.

"Why don't you eat with your hands like the savage you are?"

"Savage?" he questioned, holding his hand to his chest in mock hurt, adding a pathetic sniffle when I nodded. 

"Well, I mean, considering you broke into this diner, attacked me, almost broke my shoulders, then threatened me, I think that word suits you very well."

Where that confidence had come from, I had no idea, but I reminded myself to be careful. I didn't know just how willing he was to carry out his threat from earlier, and I would be stupid to take my chances. 

"Well if you want me be savage, I can do that very easily," he started in a low voice, "because I'm the one in control here, not you." His face - or what I could see of it, anyways - became hard when he said this, and I nodded, my facade cracking. I had seen what he was capable of, and I wasn't quite in the mood to see another demonstration. After all, he was in complete control, even though he was being very casual with the situation. 

"I'll get you your fork," I said quietly, wanting to escape his heavy gaze that had begun studying me, drifting over my apron-clad body. I swung through the kitchen door, my mind rapidly forming a plan to reach my phone.

"Where's my fork?" His annoyed voice drifted into the kitchen, and I hadn't realized how long I'd been thinking for. "Just a minute!" I hastily replied back, walking towards the sink and picking up a dirty fork.

That's what you get. Smiling at my trickery, I wiped the fork clean of chunks of egg before walking out of the kitchen and handing it to the intruder. "Here you go," I said with a bittersweet smile, and he eyed the fork before shrugging and taking a bite of his omlet.

The fork was disgusting, but the jerk deserved it.

"What do you want to drink?" The Shadow stared at me for a moment, caught off-guard by my sudden friendliness, and I worried that it was too obvious. But he replied with a "chocolate milk" and the worry dissapeared, replaced by excitement. As I entered the kitchen and opened the refridgereator, my plan went into play.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, before dramatically falling on the floor with a loud, and painful, thud, chocolate milk spilling all over me. You had bettter be good, I thought, as I heard feet racing towards me. I grasped my right ankle and swallowed my fear of him, my face twisted into a painful grimace as black-covered feet stopped in front of me.