Chapter 1
You're about to fall asleep when you hear it. The sounds of yelling and- gunfire?! "What the fuck is this?", you murmured. Getting out of bed as quiet as possible, you looked out the window. Well, you attempted to. Your blinds were in the way. You looked through a slit inbetween them. "Asset. Get your ass back here! We arent afraid to shoot!" Oh god. You don't know what's happening but you do not like it. You debate whether to call the police or not. You decide to wait it out. You're probably the only one who can hear them(besides the gunshots, but apparently thats normal in big cities.) But, you also are scared of "the asset". You picked up on the way they said it, and it seemed they were scared of him... Supposing its a he, that is. You were pretty much just guessing. Over the sounds of traffic you hear an odd noise.... God fucking- someones opening your window. You hastily look for anything to protect you. Nothing. Of course. So, you do the obvious. Pretend you didnt hear. You inconspicuously open your bedroom door. Hm, all the other lights are off. You almost chuckle, maybe you'd imagined it? No such luck. You can feel the light wind coming through the open window. But you continue, heading towards the kitchen. Why? Uhhh..... to get water of course. Not to scope your own house out.... Okay, you actually chuckled at that thought. "The fuck?" you hear a quiet voice mumble. You freeze, but manage to look at the couch, where the sound came from. Unwilling to admit it, there was a handsome bleeding man on your couch..... BlEEdiNG??!! "Oh my god, you're bleeding!" You break out of your daze. If someone was bleeding out on your couch, you had to help! "Yes." "Urm, can I help you?" You ask warily. He scowled,"That'd be nice." You picked up your emergency medical stuff that was conveniently on the table. "Ok," you said,"I need to turn the lights on to see the damage. Is that okay?" You were pretty observant and you could figure some things out about people by looking at them. You could tell that this guy was unstable, and you should be careful. He shifted uncomfortably," Yes. But, you should, uh, probably close the window." You switched the light on, closed the window, and sat in front of him on the floor. "Alright, well. Um, I need you to take off your shirt... or whatever that is." This is the first good look you've gotten, and he has a crazy weird outfit on, but he's super hot. And badly injured, you reminded yourself. He grumbled an affirmative, and managed to take off his top. Pretty sure he has some kind of sprain in his arm though-"..........Holy shit, its metal."