Innocent [on hold]

I'm fine, really

Kronos POV
Chapter 7

           "Kayn? I didn't expect to see you here." I smile, "Come in."

         She hesitates before following me to to the living room. Jackie jumps from her arms to the couch before wagging her tail at her.  I pat Jackie lightly and she jumps off the couch.
   
            "What brings you to my humble abode?" I ask,  motioning for her to have a seat on the couch.
  
             "Actually I was going to see how you were doing but I never expected that you'd live in my neighborhood.  I guess it was fate."    she pauses, "You look a bit pale."

              "I'm actually pretty fine,  other than the occasional headaches. " I lie unblinkingly.

              She stares at me for a second longer before looking away staring at Jackie who was running about.

               She doesn't believe me.

              "Would you like something to drink?  Some coffee?" I offer politely.

               She shakes her head. "I should be heading back.  I'll visit again once I have time."

            I nod,  standing to show her out.

            I watch her back as she jogs. A strange feeling builds in me,  something about her was oddly off. 
            I close the door carefully,  a wave of pain goes through my head.  I walk to the bathroom,  not even bothering to turn on the lights as I stare at myself in the glass.  Dark hair paired with light grey eyes with flecks of gold around the edges, chiseled jaw, and cupid bow lips.  If I was normal,  I probably would be able to do a job as a model or an actor.  Maybe I'd have a family,  some kids,  maybe I'd still have a dog.
              But I can't have that.  I could never have that.  No one ever appreciates something until they don't have it anymore.  They don't appreciate what they have until someone else has it.  No one ever takes the time to be happy with what they have.
  More More More.
  Want Want Want.
             
             Carefully,  I place my hand gently on the side of my bandage.  Peeling it off slowly,  revealing light pink flesh,  a contrast to the deep bloody wound from yesterday.  I examine the wound further.  I had expected it to be completely healed.
            Normally a stab would take a week to heal and so a small cut on my forehead would barely take a day,  but it has been two days and it's not completely healed.
            I rub it for a second before heading towards the cabinet and getting the migraine medicine.  Self-healing isn't like how they show it on television where all of a sudden the person's wounds evaporate leaving a scar-free surface. It hurts like a bitch. 
           To heal faster than a human your body is placed under a condition where you have to speed up the process of healing.  Your brain works to get more healing cells to the area,  while still having to manage the entire body.  A human body wasn't made to endure this.  Only an angel physique could handle this change without any drawbacks, but we never quite get what we want do we?
          I pull out my small swiss army knife, twisting it gently around my palm. It was heavy, really heavy but what else should I expect.  It's not a real knife anyway.  I launch it at the wall it stretches and broadens.  A sharp arc forming on the tip of my scythe. A small smile tugs at my lips.
           I reach into my safe and pull out a long hooded cloak pulling it over my shoulders as I slip a small mask over my face.
           I close the door to my house stepping out into the night