Post by Spinner on Aug 13, 2007 20:18:44 GMT -5
Theo entered his apartment at home, surprised the door was unlocked. He pushed it open carefully, knowing it probably was nothing. The door to the apartment appeared to lead to a cheap economy apartment, not any larger than the rest. The interior, however, had been charmed by his mother. In truth it was the size of a small mansion.
The second he entered the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh, hello Theo," the voice drawled, obviously amused. "I hope you don't mind. I let myself in."
"Zy," Theo, replied, nodding his head in greeting. "What are you here for?" he asked bluntly. He hadn't seen him since they used to hunt together. The other hadn't done it quite as emotionlessly as the others had. He had enjoyed it more than anyone he had seen.
"Just to talk," Zy answered, his voice nice enough, but the wicked smirk played on his lips. "Heard you gave up hunting..."
"You heard about the accident," Theo replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Of course he knew.
"So did I," he replied quietly, looking at the cup of alcohol in his hand. Not that it had much effect on him. Nothing did. He often wondered why he couldn't get intoxicated; he imagined it might be nice once in a while.
"What- why?" Theo asked, thoroughly surprised as he stepped forward, his cool gaze meeting Zy's cold gray eyes.
His mouth twisted up in the smirk once more. "Too many restrictions."
Theo felt his throat tighten, reaching into his jacket pocket and closing his hand around his knife. His face paled over. "Where's my mother, Zy?"
"Completely safe at the grocery store, last I checked. But that may not last too long." Theo didn't like the amusement he heard in Zy's voice.
"What the fuck do you want?" he repeated, his teeth gritting together. "Don't give me the 'just to talk' bullshit. Because we don't have much to talk about."
"Yes we do," Zy countered, his own face cold now. "I'm part of a secret society. Secret, so if I hear you tell anyone after this- and, trust me, I will find out- I will come to kill you.
"We don't kill potential threats. We try to recruit them. If they don't like it, we dispose of them. Unrecruitables are worthless.
"I told them about you," he continued, pulling out a couple of manilla envelopes, and then pulling out files and pictures from each one. "How good you were at what you did. Not that you were ever really one of us. You were good at it, but you never really liked it, did you?" He stopped, not pushing it though Theo said nothing.
"They've been watching you. Interesting, really. You got in a couple fights. Your opponents were more than I've seen as threats on hunts. Understandable, seeing as they're taught how to use their powers.
"Your girlfriend is quite pretty," he said, pulling out a picture of her, her dark brown hair pulled back, as she looked troubled while she walked down the hallway. She knew not just exactly how troubled she should be. "Adrienne Alste; the surname of her aunt." He pulled some papers out from behind the picture and dropped them on top. "Her parents' was Still. They were murdered by a dark wizard. One of us, actually. Pity they didn't want to come quietly. Nothing like that would ever have had to happen."
Theo moved forward, his face frightening in quiet anger. "Put that away. Keep her out of this."
"What a cliche," Zy taunted. "You of all people should have a better line than that. Didn't you used to write?"
Theo smiled coldly. "I could kill you right now," he replied, a metallic flash of his knife visible from under his jacket. "And you should believe I would enjoy it this time."
"I was changed, Theo. I'm no longer human. Your knife would do nothing," he said softly, and Theo finally realized what was so different. His skin was milk white, his features enhanced. His black hair was spiked, but at the base of his neck he saw two identical milky white puncture scars.
Theo said nothing, his face taught. "You know I wouldn't join. Why are you here?"
Zy sighed. "Preparing you. You may come to us in time," he stood up, placing his cup down. "I'll see you sooner than you hope," he said, and in an instant he was gone. The picture of Adrienne rustled and fell to the ground, along with her files.
Theo stood glaring at where he had been a moment before. This was not good.
The second he entered the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh, hello Theo," the voice drawled, obviously amused. "I hope you don't mind. I let myself in."
"Zy," Theo, replied, nodding his head in greeting. "What are you here for?" he asked bluntly. He hadn't seen him since they used to hunt together. The other hadn't done it quite as emotionlessly as the others had. He had enjoyed it more than anyone he had seen.
"Just to talk," Zy answered, his voice nice enough, but the wicked smirk played on his lips. "Heard you gave up hunting..."
"You heard about the accident," Theo replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Of course he knew.
"So did I," he replied quietly, looking at the cup of alcohol in his hand. Not that it had much effect on him. Nothing did. He often wondered why he couldn't get intoxicated; he imagined it might be nice once in a while.
"What- why?" Theo asked, thoroughly surprised as he stepped forward, his cool gaze meeting Zy's cold gray eyes.
His mouth twisted up in the smirk once more. "Too many restrictions."
Theo felt his throat tighten, reaching into his jacket pocket and closing his hand around his knife. His face paled over. "Where's my mother, Zy?"
"Completely safe at the grocery store, last I checked. But that may not last too long." Theo didn't like the amusement he heard in Zy's voice.
"What the fuck do you want?" he repeated, his teeth gritting together. "Don't give me the 'just to talk' bullshit. Because we don't have much to talk about."
"Yes we do," Zy countered, his own face cold now. "I'm part of a secret society. Secret, so if I hear you tell anyone after this- and, trust me, I will find out- I will come to kill you.
"We don't kill potential threats. We try to recruit them. If they don't like it, we dispose of them. Unrecruitables are worthless.
"I told them about you," he continued, pulling out a couple of manilla envelopes, and then pulling out files and pictures from each one. "How good you were at what you did. Not that you were ever really one of us. You were good at it, but you never really liked it, did you?" He stopped, not pushing it though Theo said nothing.
"They've been watching you. Interesting, really. You got in a couple fights. Your opponents were more than I've seen as threats on hunts. Understandable, seeing as they're taught how to use their powers.
"Your girlfriend is quite pretty," he said, pulling out a picture of her, her dark brown hair pulled back, as she looked troubled while she walked down the hallway. She knew not just exactly how troubled she should be. "Adrienne Alste; the surname of her aunt." He pulled some papers out from behind the picture and dropped them on top. "Her parents' was Still. They were murdered by a dark wizard. One of us, actually. Pity they didn't want to come quietly. Nothing like that would ever have had to happen."
Theo moved forward, his face frightening in quiet anger. "Put that away. Keep her out of this."
"What a cliche," Zy taunted. "You of all people should have a better line than that. Didn't you used to write?"
Theo smiled coldly. "I could kill you right now," he replied, a metallic flash of his knife visible from under his jacket. "And you should believe I would enjoy it this time."
"I was changed, Theo. I'm no longer human. Your knife would do nothing," he said softly, and Theo finally realized what was so different. His skin was milk white, his features enhanced. His black hair was spiked, but at the base of his neck he saw two identical milky white puncture scars.
Theo said nothing, his face taught. "You know I wouldn't join. Why are you here?"
Zy sighed. "Preparing you. You may come to us in time," he stood up, placing his cup down. "I'll see you sooner than you hope," he said, and in an instant he was gone. The picture of Adrienne rustled and fell to the ground, along with her files.
Theo stood glaring at where he had been a moment before. This was not good.