Friday, February 15, 2013

February Fiction Friday!! Prompt 3

     The room went still around me again, just like at the train station.  Click.  Nothing else in the room mattered except him.  His presence felt large, unworldly and slightly dangerous.  Part of me was screaming “run” and another part of me was screaming “mine”.  I should have run.

“Who are you?”  I asked standing frozen in the doorway.

“A friend.”  He said.  He was sitting lazily on my sofa with my traitorous cat Grover curled up next to his leg purring and watching me.

“Friends usually knock and wait to be invited in before making themselves at home in my apartment.”  I said with a lot more confidence than I really felt. 

“How did you get in here by the way?”  I asked, starting to get some of my nerve back.

“Grover let me in.”  He said with a smile on his face and a flash in those blue eyes that could have been amusement or insanity, I wasn’t really sure which.

          Once again I felt the room growing smaller around me.  How did he know my cat’s name?  If he was trying to unnerve me, mission accomplished.  I tried not to show my discomfort at his statement and just stared straight into his eyes.  Neither one of us said anything for what seemed like an eternity.  Finally I heard his voice next to my ear again, “Relax Ella, I’m not going to hurt you?”  However his expression never changed and he didn’t as much as twitch on my sofa.  He sat so still it reminded me of Grover when he’s about to pounce on a cat toy.

          I did an involuntary gasp, and took a small step back until my back was up against the door frame.  “That’s the second time you’ve done that.  How are you doing that?  What do you want?  How do you know my cat’s name?”

          I was asking too many questions all at once, verging on the edge of complete panic.  I was starting to think this wasn’t just an ordinary psychopath who’d broken into my apartment and befriended my cat.  This man, this beautiful, elegant, mysterious man wasn’t just a man.  And he was dangerous.

“Ella.  Please sit down.  I’m not going to hurt you.  I just want to talk to you.  Look, Grover trusts me, you should too.”  This time he spoke in a clear voice with a slight accent I couldn’t quite place.

“Obviously he’s lost his mind too.”  I said moving slightly away from the wall.  I made my way slowly, cautiously to the chair sitting as far away from him as possible.

“Who are you?”  I asked again.

“My name is Simon.”  He said getting a little more comfortable on my couch.

“What are you?”  I asked.

“Ah, better.  Now that’s a better question and one that’s not easily answered.”  Simon said pointing a finger at me and grinning.

“What do you want?”  I had still not received a straight answer from this man/thing/creature and my frustration was starting to show. 

“To help you.  Think of me as your guide.  You’re going to need one.”  He said it so calmly that it was hard not to burst out laughing or better yet run away screaming.  I suddenly had a flash of every slasher movie I had ever seen and thought running away screaming seemed like the appropriate action.  This was the most insane situation I had ever found myself in, and I’d been in quite a few.  But something was keeping me from throwing a lamp at his head and running for the door.  I just didn’t know what at the time.

“You want help me?  Sorry Simon, but I’m all set on men who like to be lunatic stalkers.  Thanks for the offer but I think I’ll pass.”  I have a tendency to turn to sarcasm when I’m unnerved.

Simon’s smiled wavered slightly and his eyes flashed at me again.  “What makes you think I’m just a man?” 

This post is part of a weekly fiction challenge I'm trying. It's a new month and that comes with a new theme. This month's theme is romance and this week's prompt was:

When was the last time you looked into someone’s gorgeous eyes? Maybe they were sea green and seemed to have all the secrets of the world behind them? What would happen if you had a chance to know this person intimately? Then you find that person has a dark secret that would bring your perfect but lonely life to its knees.


  1. What is he???? I mean, besides a creeper. Ick. You do this whole unnerving guy thing well.

  2. Eww. GROVER. bad cat. (are there any good cats? sorry... i digress.) this dude is creepasaurus. what's he WANT?!?

    keep 'im coming... i like it. :)

  3. Keep going! I want to know what the heck is going on!?

  4. Ahhhh! You have a beautiful way of drawing and keeping the reader. Now, I want to know the rest!

  5. Okay, you've got me. I was pissed when the post ended, and I felt like I read it in about 2 seconds. Outstanding.