Stronger Than That

《 0.2 》

Chapter 2,

Nice To Meet You, Mr Holmes

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Nova came back the next day. Still wearing her bulky brown boots and her black sweater from the day prior.
She pulled two suitcases with her as she made her way to see Miss Hudson to grab her key to new flat. 

"Here you go dear, the place is yours." Miss Hudson grind, as she handed over the keys to Nova.
Once Nova held the keys in her hand, she felt what seemed like wight lift off her shoulders. Wight she didn't know she even had.

"Thank you Miss Hudson, I'll visit you soon." 

"The pleasures mine, dear. Is that all you're bringing?"
Nova looked down at her suitcases. One was a baby blue color and smaller than the one to its left, a larger black case with a rip along the side of it and a strap hanging from the side. It didn't take rocket science to tell that it was in bad shape, but than again Nova didn't mind. Nor did she care.

"Light packer."

Nova made her way down to her new flat with her two suitcases along her sides. She unlocked the door and headed down the stairs into the buildings basement.
Once down the paint chipped stairwell, Nova started having troubles with the flats front door.
She slammed, hit, punched, and even threw her suitcase at the door before she got it to swing open.

Rolling her bags in first, Nova slowly breathed in the flats air, before coughing it back up because of it horrendous smell and lack of oxygen inside. 

"You've live in worse." She mumbled to herself, sliding her bags over to the closest wall and set them down. 

Nova started giving herself a tour around the flat.
One bedroom, kitchen, living space and a bathroom. Or at least what Nova guessed was a bathroom, she did go inside because she didn't wanna get eaten by whatever "creature" she imagined live inside it.

"I didn't go inside that room ether when I was considering moving into this flat." A deep, firm voice said from behind her. Nova was quick to her senses, swiftly turning around and looking the person in the face.

In front of her stood a tall, skinny man with dark, messy curled hair and wearing a trench coat and scarf.
Nova looked the man up and down before stating her question.

"Who's are you? What are you doing in my flat?"

"No accent? John told me you had an accent. Interesting." The man started to pace around the room while filling with his fingers.

"I faked it, but that's not the point. What are you doing in my flat?"

"Well that's odd of you, why did you fake an accent? Are you trying to hide something? Hmm? Or are you trying to hide from someone? That would explain why you were so eager to move into a dump like this."

"My flat, what are you doing in my flat?" Nova said again, anger began to form in her voice. What was this man trying to accomplish? Walking into a strangers flat without permission, and then accusing them of whatever nonsense pops into his head.

"Oh relax, I'm not going to hurt you. And even if did, it would be far to easy.
The rooms empty so their wouldn't be anything for you to grab and smash over my head, you look like the type so do so.
You're also look very skinny, don't eat much, weak muscles. So that means you wouldn't punch vary hard. 
Also, you boot lace is untied so you wouldn't get vary far without tripping.
 I could go on, and on about how I could injured you in less than one minute but for the sack of making a good impression and being a nice neighbor, I'll stop their."