Past Meets the Present

Chapter 2: HABIT

My visitor didn't last long. He tried to interrogate and lie to me to get me to come with him. He ended up pissing me off and I killed him. His body was laying across the room from me now.

After a few days and before the body started to smell, I got another visitor. This one didn't have any intention of hurting me. He ate his way through the walls of his prison and found me. His name is HABIT. If some of you have watched EverymanHYBRID and maybe even TribeTwelve, this is the same guy.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked.

"That's what I should be asking." I say, a little guarded.

We both stared each other down. Then he started laughing. "Fine. I'm HABIT."

"RUBIX." I laughed too. "So you're the 'most important?' I wonder how that is supposed to work."

"You're asking me. I'm not exactly peachy about that."

I motion to the chair. "Sit down if you want. I know I'm not going to."

He looks over at it and shrugs. He sits down and relaxes a bit. "So you're the smartest, eh?"

"Don't know how. I'm pretty stupid as is. Why are you the most important?" I ask.

"Apparently I have a role to play in the mortal world. The most important one, I guess. That's what I was told."

"What exactly are we?" I ask, getting a little carried away with the questions again.

"Demons. I'm all of humanity's murderers combined with an odd few creatures here and there. We all are a combo of horrible people from the mortal realm. What are you?"

I think for a moment. "I think Con-Artists and liars."

"Well, not that this wasn't fun, but I have to go before they find me. I'm not supposed to be here." He says, looking and listening in every direction. There was someone coming this way. They'd be here in about 30 seconds.

"Yeah, you'd better get moving. You don't have much time."

He turns toward the wall I'm leaning against and busts it open, climbing through the new hole.

"See ya around." He says.

"See ya."

A few seconds later, Zackery bursts through the door. The two holes in the walls pisses him off.

"Where did he go?" He demands, turning toward me.

"I don't answer to that tone." I answer.

This losses him off more. "Where. Is. HABIT."

I look over at him, fake confusion in my eyes. "Never met him."

"Really. Then where did the holes come from?"

"Umm. Me?" I lie, looking at him like he's a mad man.

"No you didn't. You don't even know how to use your powers yet." He growls.

"Says who. You?"

His face twists in anger. "Just follow me. I'll take you somewhere nicer that isn't in pieces."

He doesn't wait for me to answer and doesn't look if to see if I follow. I get up and follow a few feet behind him. He leads me to a bedroom that's 5 times the size of my prison. It has a bed, another desk and chair, bathroom, and wardrobe.

"Welcome to your new room. If you so much as crack the door open to leave, I'll have you killed. Have fun." Zackery says, clearly still pissed but trying to calm down. He turns to leave.

"Yeah, Umm. These colors are shitty. Can it be changed?" I ask, motioning to the white, black, and grey furniture and decor.

He sighs and turns around. "Fine. What do you want instead?"

"Red. Crimson red...and black." I say.

He smiles. "Good choice. It'll be fixed by morning."

He turns around to leave again, but pauses. "I'll be back with history and training books. You need to learn everything you can before you're released into the mortal realm."

I nod and he leaves me to my own devices.

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