Daredevil

8. Dark

As it turns out, Greg is a die hard ABBA fan. I learned this when he started belting it out to Waterloo. I joined in occasionally, but Greg's voice put me to shame. It wasn't half bad, but it was definitely enjoyable. At this point, all my worries were forgotten and I even felt bad for assuming that Greg would do something like that. Then again, I was just taking the necessary precautions to ensure the survival of my bloodline.

We arrived at the shady warehouse sooner than I'd thought we would and I was kind of sad to get out of Greg's new found comfort. As expected, everyone inside was partying and doing random things. Is that a flame thrower?

You know what? I'm just not going to question it at this point.

Greg lead me up the same stairway as before and opened the door for me. "Thanks." I said, to which he replied with a small nod. He shut the door behind me and didn't come in this time which unnerved me for some reason. Darren was sitting in his leather chair and he grinned at me. It was kind of creepy, like the Cheshire Cat.

"Faith!" He exclaimed oddly excitedly. "What'd you think of yesterday's stunt?" He stood up and walked over to me. I took an unintentional step back but I don't think he noticed. If he did, his eyes hinted at nothing.

"Um, it looked cool." I stated dumbly. I wanted to slap myself on the forehead, but that'd just make it worse.

"...Cool?" He repeated, testing out the word on his tongue.

"Yeah, I mean, it looked really great and stuff." I continued to dig my hole deeper. He looked confused for a moment.

"I've never had that answer before." That was what he'd said to me the last time I was here. A pattern has arisen.

"What do you mean?" I inquired, curious as to what he meant. Did he usually dangle from cranes? Actually, he probably did.

"Every time we find a new recruit, I do a stunt for them to see how they react. No one has ever told me that it was 'cool'." He explained, running a hand through his brown hair, frowning too.

"Yeah, sorry, it's just that... I don't know. I've seen videos of people doing the crane thing, but I've never seen it in real life, let alone know the person. It was very nerve-racking, and I wasn't even the person who was at risk of being injured!" I began to realize that I wasn't making very much sense. "Greg is a great guy, you know that? Did you know he likes ABBA? You should get him to dress differently though, he is scary and intimidating, not very many people would follow him to this place. Then again, maybe that's the point. Oh, plot twist. That was smart, who's idea wa—"

Dare put his hand on my mouth and as much as it was probably a reflex for him, so was sticking out my tongue. He quickly retracted his hand and wiped it on his black pants. "Sorry! Like I said, it's a reflex and it just happens. I can't contr—"

"I know what a reflex is, thanks." He deadpanned though his eyes were twinkling with laughter.

"Sorry, it's a habit." I admitted sheepishly, looking up at him through my lashes.

"The rambling or the hand licking?" Darren inquired, taking a step towards me.

"Both." I mumbled, not taking into account the tiny steps he was taking towards me. Well, not until he was an inch away from my face. I really need to work on my attention span. He just stood there, so close to me that I froze. All I managed was: "Hi."

He cracked a smile before chuckling. "Hi." He replied, not moving. I was enraptured by his green eyes and I felt glued to my spot. Get yourself together, Faith.

I gathered my dwindling strength and took a step back, but for every step I took, he took one too. I was getting a little uncomfortable. He was undeniably attractive, but I hardly knew him. Before I knew it, my back was against the glass and I gasped. He was right in front of me and I had no where to go.

"Can y-you back up please?" I accidentally stuttered, momentarily captivated by his persona.

"Why?" He questioned innocently, tilting his head as I usually did when I was trying to figure something out.

"Because I'm uncomfortable." I stated plainly, looking away from his observant stare.

"I've never gotten that response either." He told me, looking confused before moving away from me. My eyebrows creased, did he just..?

"Was that another welcome committee thing?" I questioned, moving away from the glass and towards his figure. He then took a seat in his chair and I put my hands on his desk.

"Well I did it with some of the other newbies, but it was only to test something." He said as if it wasn't a terrible thing to do. My blood began to boil and I tried to keep myself together.

"Test what, exactly?" I demanded, gritting my teeth. I looked out at the people partying below and wondered which ones he'd tried this on. Did they stop him too? Did they feel the same way I did right now?

"Just something." He continued to be cryptic. I huffed and removed my arms from the table to cross them over my chest.

"I don't have time for this, thanks for your offer, but I'm no longer interested." I informed him, getting ready to leave, but a smirk crawled onto his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah." He tsked, getting up from his chair. I glared at him, no longer spellbound by his green eyes. "The contract clearly states a year long employment. No loopholes."

My jaw dropped and I shook my head. "W-What? No it didn't." I thought back to the contract I'd signed the first time I came. It didn't say that, did it?

"You're right, it didn't." He stated, walking around his desk and leaning on it. "But face it, you don't want to walk out of here today. Not like this. You want to be here."

He was right, but he couldn't know that. Not after what he pulled. Therefore, I smiled at him and turned around. I opened the door and just because I felt like it, I gave him the finger as I left. The door shut behind me and I realized Greg was no where to be seen. I sighed and began the long walk back to my dorm.