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It was an awkward night. An old friend of mine was over at our new house. My wife an Ihad just moved in; boxes still strewn about with minimal decor save for the furniture the movers brought in. We wanted to have a house warming party but no one showed up. Except her. She was still as gorgeous as when I met her in college, slender and tall with dark flowing hair.
Outside was a cold winter night, snow was still on the ground but was mostly slush that had the potential to refreeze if the climate decided to stay consistant. This caused most to cancel, except her.
Our home was a tiny two-bed two-bath situation with a large entryway/livingroom that connected all the rooms by a long hallway. The kkitchen was directly connected to the the livingroom by way of an alcove of a dining room, which held a sliding door to the back yard. in the kictchen was a window above the sink and the living room had two windows.
"so...how have you been?" I asked ***** as she dropped into our only chair, sinking into it's oversized cushion.
She looked out one of the living room windows, the few wrinkles on her face showing stress, "I've been better. Been rough lately." ***** turned back to me with a smile, "What about you? Seems like you two make a cute couple." My wife was in the kitchen fixing drinks. I turned red.
"Thanks, we get that alot. It's just communication really, you have to be able to work as separate parts of a whole. You sure you don't want to take your coat off? You look like you're burning up."
She shapped back, gripping her peacoat tight with one hand. "No! I-I'm fine, really. Thank you though." Her voice trailed off, realizing she was being rude. She was never one to wear tons of layers; however, it was winter, and I hadn't seen her in a while.
"Where's the bathroom at?" ***** ask, lifting herself up with one hand. Her opposite arm going slack, which startled me.
"Oh wow! Are you okay? Your arm?" Escaped my mouth before I could contain it. Luckily I was able to keep from grabbing at her arm.
***** glanced around nervously. "Yes, I"m okay. I was in an accident years ago. Luckily it was just this." She held her arm. "The bathroom?" She asked again, looking back at me and catching me staring at her arm.
"First left down the hallway. Sorry to hear about that." I replied as she walked down the hall.
I sat down on the couch opposite the chair, looking around. Our walls were still bare and windows curtainless. Our art and tvs were still in boxes. Only what we needed was out, so glasses and alcohol. ** came out of the kitchen balancing three drinks in her hands.
"I thought you were going to help me with these?" She said, setting them down on the coffee table.
I was, sorry. Was about to come in there, but then there was this awkward moment and she's got a prosthetic arm that I almost ripped off thinking ***** was about to lose her balance."
** rolled her eyes. "Of course you would be the one to do that." She picked up one of the glasses, taking a long sip of what looked to be a mix of various juice and vodka.
"What the fuck was that?!" ** exclaimed, quickly jerking up from setting her drink down. I glanced up in time to see the faintest of movement as a scream emanated from the bathroom.
"Where's the gun?"
** thought for a second. "In a box..."
I snapped back "Who the hell put in in a box?!" quickly realizing I was the moron that boxed it up.
I grabbed the closest heavy object I could find while ** got our metal bat. I caught more movement out of the mainwindow and what looked like a car parked across the street that I didn't remember being there. ***** quickly walked back into the living room, Her face white and eyes wide.
"Are you okay?" ** asked in a loud, fearful voice.
I glanced at her then back to a window as a gravely face brushed past it in the darkness. It was as if the light in our home was keeping them at bay.
A noise errupted in the kitchen, a soda can being opened. ** and I rushed in with weapons held high. Particulates from the automatic air freshener floated down, shimering in the overhead light. ** Yelped and I looked across the kitchen and threw the object I held at a shadowy figure struggling into our kitchen window, it shattered and the shape fell back outside. I spun around to see another figure opening the sliding door. ** swung the bat into its face and slamed the door as the shape fell back into the night.
She locked the door then looked back to me. I looked at *****, who was still shaking. Her peacoat was in the hallway floor. The straps of her bra and prosthetic arm were exposed out the top of a bradly-cut, long-sleeve shirt. Here eyes were darting around the room, but one wasn't moving.
"What is this, *****?" I shouted.
She took a step back, holding her arm, "That's...for me. I should go."
"No no no, I don't know who they are but your best bet is to stay here and we'll call the cops," ** interrupted.
***** continued, ignoring the interruption, "It was nice meeting you. And good seeing you again."
I moved to grab her arm, "Seriously, it doesn't seem like you want to go. Just tell us what's going on."
We moved back to the living room.
she leaned against the sofa, facing away from us. looking at the door. "I don't think it will help, but, " ***** began, "After graduation, I got a pretty good job, surprising considering the competitive field." She took off her jewelry, dropping it on the sofa.
"But university brought out some nasty qualities in me. An addictive personality. At first I kept it at bay...but after a while I let it go free." She pulled her shirt off. Her back was covered in a few scars, but what stood out were five cigar-sized burns in specific order across the top of her back.
"It just started with money. Once that ran out, I did what I could to get more, to keep playing. Plasma, eggs, sex." Using her prosthetic, she plucked sillicone from her hand until three fingers remained.
"Soon after that, Someone I owed told me about their side business. They told me I could reduce my debt by becoming a 'donor.' I refused at first. But then I lost my job." She reached down, and with a plastic click her arm fell to the floor. "They didn't give me much of a choice after that. Then again, This seems to be the fate I was destined for."
She sat down, hair covering her face, a tear fell from her chin.
After taking off her boots, exposing the plastic feet underneith, ***** looked up at us with a scared look on her face. "I was hoping they wouldn't follow me out here. I'm sorry I got you involved in this. They're after my eyes."It was an awkward [[night.]]An old friend of mine was over at our new [[house.]] My wife and I had just [[moved in.]] We wanted to have a housewarming party but [[no one]] showed up.Everything was still in boxes strewn about. The house itself had minimal decor save for the furniture and other large items the movers brought in.
[[BACK|night.]]Outside was a cold winter night. The snow still on the ground was mostly slush but had the potential to refreeze if the climate remained consistent. This caused most to cancel, except [[her.]]She was still as gorgeous as when I met her in college, slender and tall with dark flowing hair. She wore a long black [[peacoat]] and faded jeans with brown boots.Our home was a tiny two-bed two-bath situation with a large entryway/living room that connected all the rooms by a long hallway. The kitchen was directly connected to the the living room by way of an alcove of a dining room, which held a sliding door to the back yard. in the kitchen was a window above the sink and the living room had two windows including a large one by the front door.
[[BACK|night.]] "so...how have you been?" I asked XXXXX as she dropped into our only chair, sinking into it's oversized [[cushion.]]She looked out one of the living room windows, the few wrinkles on her face showing stress, "I've been better. Been rough lately." XXXXX turned back to me with a smile, "What about you? Seems like you two make a cute [[couple.]]"My wife was in the kitchen fixing drinks. I turned red.
"Thanks, we get that a lot. It's just communication really, you have to be able to work as separate parts of a whole. You sure you don't want to take your coat [[off]]? You look like you're burning up."She snapped back, gripping her peacoat tight with one hand. "No! I-I'm fine, really. Thank you though." Her voice trailed off, realizing she was being rude.
She was never one to wear tons of layers; however, it was winter, and I hadn't seen her in a while. People change.
"Where's the bathroom at?" XXXXX ask, lifting herself up with one hand. Her opposite [[arm]] going slack, which startled me."Oh wow! Are you okay? Your arm?" Escaped my mouth before I could contain it. Luckily I was able to keep from grabbing at her arm.
She glanced around nervously. "Yes, I"m okay. I was in an accident years ago. Luckily it was just this." She held her arm. "The bathroom?" She asked again, looking back at me in time to catch me staring at her arm.
"First left down the hallway. Sorry to hear about that." I replied as she walked [[down]] the hall.I sat down on the couch opposite the chair, looking [[around.]]
XX came out of the kitchen balancing three drinks in her hands.
"I thought you were going to help me with these?" She said, setting the drinks down on the coffee table.
"I was, sorry. Was about to come in there, but then there was this awkward moment and she's got a prosthetic arm that I almost ripped off thinking XXXXX was about to lose her [[balance.]]"Our walls were still bare and windows curtainless. Our art and tvs were still in boxes. Only what we needed was out, so glasses and alcohol.
[[BACK|down]] XX rolled her eyes. "Of course you would be the one to do that." She picked up one of the glasses, taking a long [[sip]] of what looked to be a mix of various juice and vodka.
"What the [[fuck]] was that?!""What the fuck was that?!" XX exclaimed, quickly jerking up from setting her drink down. I glanced up in time to see the faintest of movement from the window as a scream emanated from the bathroom.
"Where's the [[gun]]?"XX thought for a second. "In a [[box]]..."I snapped back "Who the hell put it in a box?!" quickly realizing I was the moron that boxed it [[up]].I grabbed the closest heavy object I could [[find]] while XX got our metal bat. I caught more movement out of the large window and what looked like a car parked across the street that I didn't remember being there. XXXXX quickly walked back into the living room, Her face white and [[eyes]] wide."Are you okay?" XX asked in a loud, fearful voice.
I glanced at her then back to a [[window.]] A gravely face brushed past it in the darkness as if the light in our [[home]] was keeping them at bay.
A noise erupted in the [[kitchen,]] a soda can being opened.XX and I rushed in with [[weapons]] held high.Particulates from the automatic air freshener floated down, shimmering in the overhead light.
[[XX Yelped]] I looked across the kitchen and threw the object I held at a shadowy figure struggling into our kitchen window.
It shattered.
the shape fell [[back]] outside.
I spun around to see another figure opening the sliding door. XX swung the bat into its face and slammed the door as the shape fell [[back|back2]] into the night.She locked the door then looked back to me. I looked at XXXXX, who was still shaking. Her peacoat was in the hallway floor. The straps of her bra and prosthetic arm were exposed out the top of a broadly-cut, long-sleeve shirt. Here eyes were darting around the room.
"What is this, XXXXX?" I [[shouted.]]She took a step back, holding her arm, "That's...for me. I should go."
"No no no, I don't know who they are but your best bet is to stay here and we'll call the cops," XX interrupted.
XXXXX continued, ignoring the interruption, "It was nice meeting you. And good seeing [[you]] again."
I moved to grab her arm, "Seriously, it doesn't seem like you want to go. Just tell us what's going on."
We moved back to the [[living room.]]
She leaned against the sofa, facing away from us.
looking at the door.
"I don't think it will help, but, " XXXXX began, "After graduation, I got a pretty good job, surprising considering the competitive field." She took off her jewelry, dropping it on the [[sofa.]]
"But university brought out some nasty qualities in me. An [[addictive]] personality.""At first I kept it at bay...but after a while I let it go free." She pulled her shirt off. Her back was covered in a few scars, but what stood out were [[five cigar-sized burns]] in ritualistic order across the top of her back.
"It just started with money. Once that ran out, I did what I could to get more, to keep playing. Plasma, eggs, sex." Using her prosthetic, she plucked silicone from her hand until three fingers [[remained.]]
"Soon after that, Someone I owed told me about their side business. They told me I could reduce my debt by becoming a 'donor.' I [[refused]] at first.""But then I [[lost]] my job."She reached down, and with a plastic click her arm fell to the floor. "They didn't give me much of a [[choice|lost]] after that. Then again, This seems to be the [[fate]] I was destined for."
She sat down, hair covering her face, a tear [[fell]] from her chin.
After taking off her boots, exposing the plastic feet underneath, XXXXX looked up at us with a scared look on her face. "I was hoping they wouldn't follow me out here. I'm sorry I got you [[involved]] in this.""They're after my eyes."Double-click this passage to edit it.