A Hint of Insanity

Chapter 2

I pressed down the on the bell at the counter, waiting for service. If this was an apartment, where could the manager be? 

The waiting room was in poor condition, just to match the rest of the building. Old, plaid chairs sat in the far corner. There was a few rips in the fabric of the smooshed pillow, feathers, peering out. One of the chairs had a make shift leg, and the other was tilting to the left, while the other leaned back. 10 feet away from the chairs was a fireplace made of bricks, lacking a lifeful flame. Another thing to fit right in with the dump. 

Across the room from that was the staircase. No elevator in sight. And here I was, leaning against an old, wooden counter that needed a serious dusting. I hit the bell again. "Damn it," I muttered.

"No luck, eh?" a british accent spoke from behind me. I swung around. "Who are you?"

The man had a tall rise of brown hair, and tattoos masking his skin. He had earrings, along with a nose piercing. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans, both fitting him a bit awkwardly. He was somewhat short, no more than 5'9. He had a light scruff, making him look around 28 years old.

"Well, my true name is Louis Tomlinson, but they call me this," he pulled down the left side of his shirt, to reveal 27015 tattooed over his heart.

"Well, Louis, it's nice to meet you, but I need to get the hell home or else I'm screwed," I flashed him a polite smile, and hit down on the bell for the third time.

Louis looked down and chuckled, shaking his head. I looked at him and sneered, "What's so funny?"

Louis straightened himself out. "I'm sorry, but you really think there's an escape?"