The Mark of Lightning

Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping is a beautiful mechanism in the art of manipulation. If one knows how to eavesdrop, then you can blackmail someone to your hearts content. Therefore you can be an evil asshole stir up trouble here and there, or ignore that precious piece of knowledge and go about your day. As I sit in this plastic clad booth I think through my options. Boy do I ever. I think so hard it only takes a couple of seconds to come to my final decision. I, being a morally straight person believe in the first option.

I watch them with my eagle eyes being careful not to get caught. To answer your question before you think of more, yes I am creepy and somewhat obsessed with being in control. I listen closely with my rabbit like ears and call out to the beetle juice gods. I hear a small utter of freak and the name of Rask. My head perks up at the sound quality of my name and my eyes burn holes through the head of my next victim. It was the girl. The one girl in the entire group hanging off of Oswald.

At this point I am seething. I probably look like a fucking cartoon character, but that isn't what is on my mind.

I get up with my head held high and my gaze menacing as ever. Not caring whether or not I can be heard or seen and get the stupid fucker's attention with a slight nudge of my cloth bound arms. She looks up at me with disgust clear in her shit filled orbs.

She doesn't even speak to me, yet I can smell the fear radiating off of her. I bend down to her height and say,"Are you talking about me asshole. All good things I presume."

"Actually I was just telling my friends how much of a freak you were." She forcefully smiles at me obviously wanting to show off how big and bad she is.

A devilish grin seeps throughout my lips as I think how satisfying it would be to squeeze my leftover jalapeños into her eyeballs and her protesting screams. "Wrong answer Elizabeth." I rise to my original height of 5'9 and make a gun with my fingers, bring them to her temple, pretending to shoot.

I proceed to walk forward simultaneously counting backwards from three then stopping at one when I hear the screaming of the floor as her heels come in contact. I quickly turn around and see the surprise on her face. I take her arms in a hold behind her back then push my foot into the back of her knee sending her to the ground. "Strike one." I whisper lowly into her ear. I get up, dust my hands off, tip the waiter, then walk out of the door. A

I hear someone trailing after me. I halt in my tracks and turn around with crossed arms. There stands the incredible Oswald with a timid face, however, behind those beautiful green eyes I can see curiosity at it's strongest point. He walks towards me and I look at what he has to offer.

Overwhelmingly black disheveled hair shines in the mid-Summer sun looking ever so soft. Tan skin ghosted with minor imperfections. Mossy green eyes that remind me of a newborn babies shit. Chiseled face and body make up for the black sweatpants along with a dark red wrinkled t-shirt. He stops approximately three feet away, careful to not get too close. We seem to have some sort of staring match then he abruptly starts talking to me.

"Why did you do it. That really wasn't necessary. The entire diner was looking at you. I mean Eliza didn't do anything and you just attacked her like some sort of animal."I watch his body language as he speaks to me, shifting his weight off of each foot in turn.

"Wow, need a breather after that one bud. Thought you were gonna pass out." I say this switching the topic. "Talk to me as if you have never heard a word spoken about me amongst your little group. When you have come to this revelation I will then acknowledge you."

I turn around and put on my helmet and get on my motorcycle. "Hey, Rask, do you think we could talk maybe."

"I don't know man. Have you recovered from your severe case of pussy-itis yet?"

"I just diagnosed, but I think it can be treated. It isn't as dangerous as being an asshole though. I'm sure you would know what comes with that." He grins at me with a sliver of his pearly whites showing.

"Yeah, I hate to you this now dude, but being an asshole is extremely communicable. It can be passed on for generations."I say this daring him to continue the spiel, but with no luck he stops the conversation. "Get on." I tell him "You said you wanted to talk so let's talk."

"Oh, demanding I see. So, are you like a dominant or something. Cause I'm not really into that shit." He slyly sends a smirk in my direction.

"Hop on the damn bike Oswald." The little shit just wants me to hit him I know it. I can't do that though. I mean who could hurt that face. *cough- I could- *cough

"Okay okay. My golly gracious." He pauses "Wait, do I hold onto you?"

"Yes dumbass."