Self-Seeker

Tyler

"Put your hands behind your head and turn around, slowly." Tyler's voice commanded. He must say he had brilliant timing, he only came back downstairs because he had left his phone on the kitchen counter. He intended to talk to Damon about his relations with Genesis - whatever they were. Tyler had a bad feeling about that woman.

Little did he know that he really didn't want the burglar to turn around, it would only make things a hell of a lot more complicated.

"Hurry up, do it now!" He barked. Despite the burglar hesitating as if their mind had told them to make a run for it, they complied.

"Seriously Morris, you're not a police officer - so please refrain from speaking like that." A recognizable voice said as they turned to face him; only one person referred to him by his surname. Tyler's facial expression morphed from one of intimidation into bafflement when the intruder lifted the mask from their eyes.

"Genesis? What the hell? W-Y-You-What the hell are you doing? And why are you dressed like that?" He stammered. His gun remained aimed at her chest.

"Oh, do you like it? It's practically an antique of mine, now. It makes me look rather, what you Americans describe as 'hot' right? I could recommend a tailor, if you seek to get Jazmine fitted."

As hot as she may have looked, Tyler would never let her know that. He hated how smug she was when she spoke in her posh, British accent - it was like she was aware of the fact that she knew everything, and she took no shame in making you aware too.

"Shut up, Genesis. I'm serious. What are you doing here?"

"Now I'm confused darling, do you want me to be quiet or answer your question? It's physically impossible to do both." Genesis patronized him.

He growled as he tightened his grip on the gun. "You're really starting to get on my damn nerves. I'll ask you one last time - how did you get in here?!" He had started to grow angry. Genesis, on the other hand, remained unfazed.

"You should really take care to lock all of your doors, Morris. You never know who could just waltz on in uninvited, without even having to get their hands dirty." She said casually, taking a step back.

"Don't move!" He shouted.

"As for your other question - that's for me to know and for you to try incredibly hard to figure out. Until next time, brother." She ended.

In the time that Tyler had spent stuttering like an illiterate fool, Genesis had managed to swipe his phone off of the kitchen counter - which she then then proceeded to throw at his head. He closed his eyes as he flinched in response, but what she was probably not expecting was for him to actually fire a bullet at her. Genesis instantly ducked, barely missing the bullet as it came into contact with the glass doors behind her.

Tyler hadn't even registered her next move before she made it. In all the chaos she had taken the opportunity to leave and sprinted through the shattered glass, down the back garden, hopped the fence with ease and was suddenly out of sight. Damon had informed Tyler of Genesis' eventful past with his very own little sister, but he had now seen first-hand just how skilled she was.

In his time being friends with Damon, Tyler had picked up various skills. One of those was hacking into basic things such as security cameras and CCTV footage. He ran to his desktop in his office, scanning the live feed from the traffic cameras on the road until he spotted a black figure slip into a car. He zoomed in to find that it was definitely Genesis.

After taking note of her license plate, he watched as she sighed and rested her head against the headboard. Maybe she would unknowingly reveal the contents of her backpack, he thought. He watched as she composed herself and was able to catch her breath again, she put the key in the ignition and prepared to drive off. Genesis glanced at the backpack full of whatever secrets she had stolen on the seat beside her. It was clearly going to be a long night for the both of them.