Sniper

Chapter 5

welcome back to part 2 of my living nightmare, enjoy the show.

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"So what's the plan captain?" Tord perks up at the nickname

"Oh, not a clue," he looked around the room like he expected something to pop out at him, "wanna make popcorn and we can watch a movie?"

I nod replying with a chipper "Mhm!" And we make our way into his kitchen.

I hadn't been in here at all yet, only his living room. It was nice, small but well organised; everything had a spot and it didn't look over crowded. A black cat clock hung from the wall, it's tail swinging in time with the seconds; 12:23am, it's not that late. I tugged at my sleeved nervously making sure they stayed tight over my hands.

Tord pulled out a big metal bowl from one of the many cupboards, "what are you doing?" I asked, "aren't you just gonna microwave it?"

"Nah, doesn't taste as good," he turned in the stove dribbling some oil in the bottom; waiting a couple minutes before filling a good portion of the bowl with kernels, "sweet, salted or butter?"

"Salted." He nodded and added in some salt

Tord seemed to know what he was doing when it came to cooking from what I could tell, I never expected from it from him. I don't know why I took him as the take away and macaroni guy but it seemed I had underestimated him.

It wasn't long before we had warm salty popcorn that he poured into a separate bowl.

"Nyt!" He passes the bowl my way

"Huh?" I smiled at him a little confused but more happy hearing him speak in his native tongue.

"Enjoy! Sorry sometimes I forget not everyone speaks Norwegian." He smiled shyly a pink tinge pinched his ears

"Don't apologise! I like hearing you speak Norwegian."

"Oh, well in that case! du er så vakker, jeg beklager." He kept a neutral tone of voice and expression so I couldn't even guess what he was saying

"You gonna tell me what you said or..."

"Nope!" He chirped and cheerfully bounced past me, grabbing the popcorn as he went.

We went through a selection of movies, nothing seemed good to watch that we both wanted to watch, only Tord could pick out horrors. He wanted to watch insidious but I was scared to.

"I'll protect you," he bargained cockily once more

"But... I... you're not going to give up on this are you?"

Tord shook his head and pressed play. Instantly I felt chills wash over me. Even the intro was ominous and left me with a bad feeling in my chest. He flicked the lights off only furthering the bad feeling.

I couldn't see anything other than the screen, not even Tord. Because of my eyes I had awful night vision, I was as blind as a bat in the dark. I felt something draped over me, despite it being soft I still jumped.

"Woah you really are on edge, it's just a blanket," Tord plopped down next to me, are you not super hot with that hoodie?"

And like that I was brought to the suggestion realisation that I was in fact, extremely warm. I wanted to take off the hoodie but I feared he may see exactly what I was hiding. It was just a case of how long could I withstand the heat... not long under the blanket. I tugged it off roughly; messing up my hair as it went. I quickly tucked my hands under the blanket before tord could see them; I wan't able to see very well in the dark but I didn't know if he could, I wasn't taking any chances.