Strings Of Fate

Chapter 3: It begins

                     "What! Angel, you're fucking crazy!" Cherri shouted from across the room. She was sitting on the couch wearing her pink pajamas. The top was a button-down long-sleeved silk shirt with a breast pocket to the right along with the bottoms of the same color and a lovely rose pattern decorating the entirety of it.

Angel was wearing something nearly similar except his pajamas where he had pink and white stripes, they had been a gift from Cherri as he couldn't even afford such things. He normally slept in a T-shirt and shorts but for little sleepovers such as these with his best friend, he made sure to wear it.

Said male was currently in the kitchen, popping some popcorn on the stove. His mocha eyes staring at the aluminum container as it expanded with each pop. As he looked away from the stove his eyes landed on the blonde-haired woman who was looking at his VHS tapes deciding just what movie to pick. He was sure she would choose one of the many horror films he had and he was sure it would be one of the cheesier ones.

"It's nothing, Cherri. Can we please just... not talk about it?" He sighed as he turned back to the container just as it popped, not wanting it to start burning he was quick to turn off the fire below. Cherri was silent for a time, which he hoped meant that she would drop the subject.

Kneeling down he opened one of the lower cupboards of his kitchen which...well wasn't really a kitchen. It was a small portion of the larger room which was the living room. The only thing that separates the two was the mother-of-pearl counters, the inlay chipping away with time. He was honestly surprised the stove worked as well as it did. His apartment wasn't as bad as some of the others in this place but it was far from five stars. Although, he made do with the peeling paint on the walls, leaky faucet, and the occasional yelling through thin walls.

It was a place to call his own and a roof over his head so he didn't complain about it. Besides, it beat constantly fearing that his father would break through the door and beat him for something he may or may not have done. Although his father didn't know where he lived, the fear always seemed to stick with him.

"..gle.....Angel!" The women's flat yelling brought the other from his thoughts finding he was staring at the large bowl he was about to grab.

"Huh?" He hummed, grabbing the bowl before standing and closing the squeaking cupboard door. He placed it on the counter and began pouring the popcorn into the bowl. She was sprawled out on the couch now, laying on her stomach for the time whilst waving one of his VHS tapes in the air as her green eyes dully looked into his own brown, her cheek squished against her hand.

"I said do you wanna watch this?" Not thinking too much on the matter Angel simply waved his hand in the air.

"Yeah, yeah sure," as his mind kept wandering back to the scene from earlier, but not because of the attempted assault strangely enough. No, in fact, it was because of the strange man that had come to his aid... or had he actually come to kill him? He wasn't sure and thinking more on that part of his mind was something he didn't want to do. After all, it wasn't abnormal for his mind to conjure up some twisted and darker path that probably wasn't there so there would be no point in thinking about said path any further.

He wanted to see the man again, but he couldn't find a reason why. What reason was there? He was sure he didn't know him. He didn't recognize his voice unless he was perhaps one of his former clients? But if that were the case why attempt to save him...

None of it made sense and it was just giving the young male a headache.

He turned off the small light in the kitchen before heading over to the living room and falling down at the end of Cherri's legs. "Ouch~ watch it, bitch!" She complained, in a playful manner.