Yet another flavour to the mix. Started writing while watching tv for no apparent reason, turned out better than I thought. I want to keep the chapters short, around 8-900 words.
Chapter one - Men can't fly.
Naim woke to the claxons of his alarm hopping around on the bedside table. Shifting he tapped the top of the device, the claxon died and a short clip played.
"The time is 7:00am, good morning Naim."
Naim groaned and swung his legs off the side of the bed. Looking across the room a pile of boxes stood with his name plastered and the side.
"Glad I'm moving out of this *censored* hole, you'd be proud dad." He grabbed his phone and checked the time again, 7:03. Two messages recieved, one from Shala.
'Hey Naim, I can't wait to see you after all these years. You're lucky to have gotten a place in the acadamy, let alone the dorm next to mine.. haha! Anyway, I'll see you soon bai~ <3'
"Good lord, what trouble am I getting into.." He got up and walked to the bathroom, relieving himself he turned to the basin the cracked mirror jaded his reflection. He was a handsome man with sharp features, sharp eyes and shortly cropped hair. He lent down and washed his hands before splashing his face with the cold water.
The devices on his ears glowed and subtle blue, he ran his fingers of them. A black shroud covered the whole ear, preventing any natural sound entering.
"They said I'd get used to wearing these damned things quickly.. Bloody annoying if anything." Banging errupted from the door.
"I ain't got all day boy! Open the door."
"Oh *censored* I forgot they were coming to take my stuff, Just a second!" Naim ran out of the bathroom and through to the front door. He double checked by looking through the security cam, the man was dressed in blue overalls a scanner was on his belt and he had a trolley with him. A hat covered his face.
Naim slid the dead bolt open, and began to twist the door knob. The man kicked the door in, Naim was swept off his feet landing meters away from the entrance stunned. He walked in over the door checking his corners painting the room with the muzzle of the gun, satisfied he was alone he walked over toward Naim.
"You are Naim right?"
"What's it to you.." Naim croaked as he clutched his side, a rib had snapped.
"Lets just say I got the wrong door on the level below." He pulled a bloodied knife from a sheath on his leg. He licked the blade, pointing the gun at Naim.
"Why, are you here to kill me?"
"Yup its your lucky day" His ear devices started to glow white indicating he was enjoying this moment. The man took a step closer and squat. He tapped the knife on Naims ear pieces and put the gun on his forehead.
"Take them off."
"No, what a stupid question." The man licked his lips and moved the pistol to his shoulder and shot. Naim winced as a hole opened up, blood flowing freely. The slide caught open on the empty magazine lock.
"Woops, It seems I enjoyed myself down stairs hahahaa!"
"*censored* you." Naim rocked up and head butt him, breaking his nose and pushing him off balance. Falling on his arse, he let go of the pistol sliding out of reach. Naim jaunted up and knocked him on his back, grabbing the knife hand he wrestled to get it free. Putting all his weight on the knife, slowly decending to the mans jugular, he managed to slip it to the side. It caught on his ear piece sliding it off, revealing a ghost white ear. The fear in the mans eyes were real now. He lost.
"Stop." Naim smiled as he stood up over the man, the man stopped.
"Get up and bring two chairs." The man as if a trance stood up and collected two chairs and placed them infront of Naim.
"Sit." The man sat, Naim turned the chair around and sat, leaning his arms on the back rest.
"Please let me g-."
"Shut up." The man obeyed and shut his mouth.
"Now, we shall talk. What is your name?" The man looked away but his mouth opened reguardless of what he willed it to do.
"Jon."
"Okay, Jon. Who sent you here?"
"A.. a middle man."
"The name of your contact?"
"Mmmmmmmmathew." Resisted all he could but he gave in to the command.
"And, where will I find this Mathew?"
"At the golden sun." The man sighed and slumped in his chair. A knock came from the hallway. Another man in blue overalls.
"Uhh am I interrupting?"
"No, not at all." Naim got up from his chair and greeted the man, slipped a wad of cash into the mans chest pocket.
"You didn't see anything did you?"
"N..nothing at all sir."
"Fantastic! My boxes are in the next room if you would, please."
"No problem." The man walked over the rubble and collected the boxes and left immidiately.
"Now... what to do with you." Naim looked out toward the balcony. Jons eyes widened like saucers. Naim smirked.
"You can fly right? Once I leave the room you are to fly. Understand?" Im so glad I used false details to rent this place."
Naim went to the bathroom and looked over his shoulder. The wound was clean, he began to stitch the front himself. Using a mirror he managed the back as well. Refreshed he bid his good byes to Jon and left the room with his satchel. He heard faint screaming and an abrupt stop. Taking the elevator down and walked out the door to see ambulances and police cordoning off the front of the apartment building, blending with the crowd he disappeared.
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