March 3rd, 2011

Ric shooting from X-Factor 207

Samael: Chapter Two, Page Three

Michael didn’t believe that for a second, but there wasn’t much point to saying so.

“Anyway,” the man continued, “Feel free to anything in the fridge, or if you like you can take a shower before we talk.”

It wasn’t the most polite thing to say, but Michael knew he reeked. God knew how many months it had been since he had taken a bath.

But he didn’t have the patience for any messing around. Crossing his arms in a defiant way that must have looked ridiculous to the man, Michael said, “Where am I?”

“Your apartment, I hope,” said the man. “That’s what I want to talk to you about. I have a job offer for you, you see.”

Michael had imagined several dozen answers the man might have said, but that wasn’t one of them. Surprised enough to drop his pseudo tough guy posture, Michael said, “What? But…you knocked me out!”

“It’s good for you that I did,” said the man. “What on earth did you think you were going to accomplish? If by some miracle you did manage to get over a wall that’s about three times your height, you’d be dealing with attack dogs, guards and a security system that cost around the entire GNP of Romania. You’d either be dead or in jail right now if I’d just let you go.”

Well when he put it that way…

“I…” Michael crossed his arms again, though this time in embarrassment. “I wasn’t really thinking at all.”

“Since she murdered your parents, I can’t say I blame you.”

Michael’s head snapped up so fast that his head throbbed in protest. “What? You know?”

“I sure do, because you’re not the first."