Colt Cain (completed)

The Girl

As he returned home, Colt had calmed down to a formal manner. Despite being fairly wealthy and only having to work occasionally, the storm-bringer's home was much like any other, small and cosy. He lived among many others, on the curve of a one-way private road. A normal, unsuspicious, one car garage aside a one bedroom and one bathroom bungalow was home to one of the most ruthless killers on the planet. Merciless when angry, emotionless when working, but a decent man beneath his typical man exterior - don't vent, act cool. His neighbours would never suspect him to be the living demon Colt Cain of criminal nightmares. He stepped up to the door and unlocked it slowly, sighing as he stepped inside. Straight on to the right was the living room. A brown fabric corner-sofa with a coffee table facing the flat screen TV on the wall. The wallpaper a calm lime green colour decorated with beautiful landscape photographs. Plain beige curtains to cover the large window opposite the dining table on the left. Behind that was the basic yet very efficient kitchen including cupboards, dishwasher, oven and stove, fridge, freezer, etc, separated from the table by a corner desktop. To the far left of the front door is a fairly short hallway with a door to the garage on the left, and Colt's bedroom at the end. At first glance, the house was a typical home owned by a typical man. But if someone were to search the house thoroughly they would find weaponry and combat tools of all sorts enough to arm a small army. Even then, many more tools of death would most likely be missed. Colt Cain may be stubborn and set on his chosen path, but he's extremely intelligent and elusive, never once has an officer or criminal come close to catching him. You'd think meeting face-to-face would be close to ending his career, it wouldn't. Most would think rage would make a killer sloppy and desperate, it only made the deadly storm more dangerous and before you knew who he was you were begging for mercy at his unforgiving feet. His phases of undivided need for retribution is what allows law enforcement get one step closer to him. Unfourtunately for them, Colt was just naturally too good to be taken down. The rare times he has been caught have ended in a swift escape. Those that have had physical confrontations with him barely survive. Usually, they don't.

But the home of this Devil-embodiment was where he switched off from his anger and his job. He relaxed at his dining table in which he had a laptop set up,battery naturally drained over the year away and in need of charging. Having only the patience for his own laptop to load in, he found himself tabbed in deep on the dark web, searched for himself. People had been talking over the year. The criminals Colt was keeping a virtual eye on had already theorized Colt's involvment and role in the heist he was injured in. His signature outfit had been described by other criminals who'd met the traitors and all four had said they'd executed him. He'd entered a social media site a famous criminal hacker had created, a site almost impossible to find without specific directions. The site would act as a sort of social media app for dangerous criminals, involved in big-time businesses and bigger than just one-time satisfaction crimes. Criminals that worked once or twice, those who had no access to the app were known as 'pawn criminals'. They were very good at keeping police off of the big names. Luckily Colt had connections that feared failing him. Being the Slender Man of the criminal world, many tried to create sightings and theories about him. He was a story you tell your kids in order for them to go to sleep at night - or not. The Government would consider the site a gold mine and many criminals would be royally screwed if anyone morally right got their hands on it. Colt ended up falling asleep at the table on this site, lightly chuckling at theories of his death and past.

His rest was interrupted by a loud and yet somehow soft knock on his door. He prepared his alter-ego, the friendly neighbour, for a conversation and wiped his face clean of hatred. Answering the door was some kind of a relief as a pretty, familiar face allowed him to let his act drop almost fully. A girl only a few inches shorter was stood at his door, her own precious laptop held firm against her dark coloured coat. She wore a simple rucksack, forced into a rectangular shape by the items in her bag. He couldn't help but let out a very short smile as he caught her trying to fix her perfectly messy hair style. She took a deep breath and let out a sheepish, "Hi," As she tried her best to smile politely. There was a sort of fear in her eyes, drowning in guilt. They'd known each other a while, so he didn't need her to say anything before he gestured that she could come in. She gratefully took his offer and shut the door behind her, him shaking his head to the sight of her neatly propping her black winter boots out of the way. Much like Colt her appearance was young, adorable and bursting with life and promise, but her eyes told stories that would horrify fully grown adults. Her personality matched her sweet and innocent look more than her stern, scary level of experience, something Colt had deep respect and slight envy for. Her slightly curled, chocolate waves drooped over the front and back of her left shoulder as she stepped through to the living room, taking in the new environment with a smile. This seems perfect for him, she thought.
  "It won't swallow you." Colt sat at the end of the sofa closest to the TV, and she gently sat on the other end, keeping her body restricted from relaxing. She looked nervous, almost scared, more visibly than before and the male host read it from her instantly. He decided it best to let her speak. Forcing her to say anything could result badly, not that it did before. It had been a little over two years however, he wondered if she still felt the same.
  After warming her legs with her hands and body, she spoke. "Hey, Colt-"
  "You wouldn't be so cold if you weren't wearing leggings in Autumn." He cut her off, skipping the awkward part of the conversation. True, they knew each other better than anyone when they were younger, but it'd still been a while since any direct interactions between them.
  "Yeah, well, it's still summer in London." She snapped back playfully.
  "Summer in London is Autumn everywhere else. Need something?"
  "Well, no. I mean, sort of, it's just been so long and we were close back then, I didn't know anyone else around here, I just landed not too long ago."
  "Is this you, or jet lag?" Somehow Colt's emotionless and stern voice came to her as any other, even calmed her down. She knew when he was joking and he didn't find her constant quirkiness annoying, the perfect couple.
  "Shut up! Look, I just need a tour guide or something, cities aren't my thing."
  "Says the London girl."
  "London is different, nobody talks to you! America is...weirdly different. I'm pretty broke now, honestly. Only got here because work paid for it."
  "You'll fit on the sofa." Colt replied with lightning speed. It even surprised him for a second.
  Her adorable face lit up like an overpowered Christmas tree and she bounced across the sofa to embrace him. "You're a life saver! Honestly I was in slight hope you'd let me stay, but I totally understand that two years is a long time and it's fine to lose trust in someone it can be like you don't even know them and you don't want to live with a stranger so I get that-"
  "Don't worry, you haven't changed much." He flashed a small smile and got up, making his way across the room to the table where he shut his laptop and placed his leather jacket over his chair.
  She stared at his arms for a second before placing her laptop beside his and poking his arms. "Wish I could day the same to you."
  "Wouldn't be too sure."
  "I remember when you were lanky and all bone."
  "I prefer not looking weak, as fun as it may be to surprise them."
  "Don't tell me you're still getting into fights?"
  "One or two."