"Gasp!"
Kim shoots up, her bedsheets flying to the floor as she awakens in a cold sweat, still unsure of what she presumed to be the events of yesterday. She stands up and walks towards the common room, her legs feeling oddly fresh and healthy. Opening the door, she is greeted with Jayce and Hunter arguing. How childish, she thinks, how painfully normal.
Kim had known these two men since high school, though men she saw as an overstatement. Hunter was always overzealous and boastful whereas Jayce, her partner, had always tried to impress her just as their friend did to everyone. The difference of the two is that Jayce was the only one who obviously succeeded, though they did have their seperate charms and flaws. Jayce was tough and brawn yet lacked intelligence which Hunter filled in for him, always arguing but aware they needed eachother and appreciated it well as they should do.
She giggles, "What are you two up to now? It's barely morning!" however she is not met with the response she expected.
"Yes it's the morning! Saturday morning!" Jayce cried angrily for recognition from Kim as Hunter put his hand to his head in dissapointment.
"For the last time, it's Friday. 8AM. Get yourself together." Hunter retaliated in a tired and decapitated voice, appearing to have been participating in Jayce's mayhem for hours.
"Yesterday was Friday, where the bombing at Blackdon Way happened with that strange weapon, right?", Kim said confused.
"Right!", Jayce answers confidently.
"Wrong," Hunter said, depleted of his hope. "You've all gone mad. There's been no weapons testing in this side of Ranedown for two weeks now."
"Whatever, call me mad but personally I'd blame that guy." Jayce answered, pointing to the corner.
Kimmy turns to the corner. On first glance it seems like a pile of garbage covered with a blanket however the longer she stared the more she notices the cold, blank eyes looking deep into her. The person then uncovers himself, letting the blanket flow to the dusty floor and averted their eyes to Hunter.
"Jeez dude, cover up.", Hunter mutters as he turns away to look at the ceiling. Jayce and Kim stare at Hunter in extreme concern, knowing he won't believe them. The person might but even looking at them seems to be an experience they can't describe much to themselves. They will never stop staring at them, they don't appear to breathe as they stay in complete and utter stillness. The being even lacked genitals or a navel, something not commonly seen or seen at all. A blank canvas personified, that was all they were looking at and it appeared that such a being was not ever meant to be observed.
Hunter manages to explain that they merely appeared in the night, presumably at least. He woke up and there they were, not a budge other than to turn their head to his direction. Not even a blink. That was when they, at least Jayce, managed to fit some parts of the puzzle together. He walks up cautiously to them, reaching for the gun that he expected to be in his pocket but finds that it isn't there.
"What did you do to us? You..."
Jayce takes a pause to debate the meaning of his words, the sense behind them and if there was any when he first thought of them.
"You aren't human."
Hunter opens his mouth to say something and is interrupted by Kim immediately.
'I think Jayce is right, maybe...I mean-", She turns to the person staring blankly at her, "you can see it too."
Hunter walks close to them, Kim and Jayce standing back with worried expressions.
"Hey. I want some answers, starting with your name."
They stare at him stationary, almost judgemental of how they were approached. Almost bothered and the fear of that possibility was somehow mutual with everyone in the room.
Hunter grits his teeth, annoyed yet knowledgable of what he is dealing with enough to have a drop of sweat visible on his cheek.
"I asked you a que-" Hunter said before being cut off by the person almost instantaneously moving his hand towards Hunter's forehead, pressing their thin and delicate finger to his temple and pushing the crouching man backwards onto the floor.
"Cold," Hunter muttered, "weirdly cold."
"God, they look dead!" Jayce exclaimed as he pulled Hunter up, looking his friend up and down surveying for anything the person might has done to Hunter's clear annoyance.
Hunter insisted to them that he was fine, he was correct. Nothing had happened but Kim, like the others, remained curious. She approached them calmer and asked for their name, to her suprised they got up.
Their movements were almost robotic, suprisingly mesmerising. Their arms did not sway, their knees and feet bent in uniform with the head remaining steady as they tread across the room, almost appearing to walk on air. Bending down, they rummage through the bags and piles of supplies in the corner of the common room. The bag in particular contained mainly wrappers, loose notes and empty canisters to be sold off though there was one pen knife nearing the bottom being the item that they directed to immediately. Hunter, Jayce and Kim made way for them, walking back towards the corner and sitting back on the blanket and facing the three yet again. Hunched over, they etched into the concrete flooring with ease, the letters being straight and uniform. The three quickly repurposed their sympathies from the floors to surprise to what he had written for them.
"He, Damokles."
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