Day 29: An Assasin Fell From The Sky

October 29th 2020
Prompt: in another realm (or the stars look bright tonight" if you didn't see me update it.)
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I was walking down the street. It was a typical night, the neighbourhood was nice and empty, the wind blew peacefully, and no creeps skulked around the corner. I was on my phone talking to my mother.

"Why don't you trust me?" I whined as I stamped my boots on the ground. I listened to her response. "Yes....yes....yes.....okay maybe now I get it."

After tuning out her rambling for awhile until my eyes caught sight of something, the phone slipped from my grip and crashed into the pavement as I stared open mouthed in shock. The dark sky has been pitch black but out of nowhere there was a blinding green light that flew across the sky.

  A freaking person fell out of the sky.

  "Holy crap." I breathed. I watched as the shape fell before me, I stood frozen as the person plummeted through the air before landing on the hood of my car and rolling off with a groan. I swore, running forward, my hands flitting around uselessly as I looked at the body.

"Is he dead? Please don't be dead. I didn't pay attention to first aide!" I rambled.

He lay motionless, flopped over the vehicle like a rag doll. I patted my pockets in my haste, remembering I had dropped it and ran back for my phone. A huge crack ran down the screen and I hit the power button only to see it restarting very slowly. My hands were shaking and I frantically waited for it to turn on when someone grabbed my wrist. Huge vibrant green eyes fixed themselves on me but it wasn't the colour that made me freeze, it was the wild look in them. Full of fear as they darted blindly at an unseen enemy.

"....father." He breathed before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell unconscious. I felt my gaze suddenly take in his appearance. This dude had literal swords attached to his back. A green outfit straight out of anime!

"Dear lord." I swore again but my screen flashed and I became aware of my phone turning on. I unlocked the device and my thumbs moved to dial 9-1-1. But something stopped me. This weird gut feeling made me pause. After a moment I dialled a completely different number.

"Hello?" A groggy voice spoke into the microphone.

"Hayden?" I felt my voice tremble as I tried to grasp this situation. "I need some help..."

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"So, he fell out of the sky."

"Yeah."

"So...he's like Dorothy."

We both stood there, looking down at the unconscious body he had helped me move off of my car and onto my bed. Hayden had helped me wrestle off the weaponry on his back and locate the multiple knives and other sharp objects in pockets off his gi, as my friend called it. He always had information stocked up in his brain. Like the periodic table, birthdays, the names of every my little pony and their cutie mark. Y'know, the important stuff.

We continued staring at the totally knocked out body until he finally spoke up. "We should probably stop watching him sleep."

"Yeah."

Another beat. "But he's, like, really attractive." He was. One of those typical teen heart throbs with blonde hair and what I assumed was a good work-out routine.

Beat. "Let's get something to eat." I said abruptly. He echoed an agreement and we hastily made our way to the little kitchen.

"Do you think he's an assassin?" Hayden asked as I dumped random stuff into a bowl and nuked it.

"No!" I yelped. "He can't be an assassin! I can't have an assassin in my house! My mom literally just lectured me about stranger danger to a twenty two year old now I have an assassin in my house!" I had a thing for big outbursts when I panicked that led to an anxiety attack.

"Calm down, Al." Hayden said quickly, knowing a erratic I get when I let my anxiety get high. "I'm just saying....he had all those weapons so there's a pretty good chance he isn't a princess or a friendly girl from Kansas."

We both were silent, slowly looking towards the hall leading to my bedroom.

"You hid those weapons right?"

"All except this knife I kept for self-defence." I raised it. "Look, it even has a cool sheath."

"That is rad."

"I know right-"

The microwave beeped. I pulled out the sizzling glop of leftovers and grabbed two forks, handing one to Hayden and digging in.

"Where's the walking terror?" Hayden mused as he crunched on undercooked pasta.

I snorted. "Who knows? I was casually watching sponge bob on the couch and slacking off of school work when she came charging in saying I'm 'ruining her life' before storming out and never showing her face again."

"Why did your mom say it was a good idea for you to be roommates with her?" Hayden asked.

"I don't know. She's the embodiment of evil stepsister." I frowned suspiciously at my fork. That meats cooked right?

"That means you need to get a new roommate before she starts crawling back!" Hayden snapped his fingers.

I looked hopefully at him, brushing a lock of my fiery red hair back. "Are you able to?"

Hayden winced. "No, sorry. I'm sort of stuck in a three month agreement with Natalia."

"Did she make you sign her stupid contract and everything?"

"Yes!"

I snickered. "You're doomed."

Hayden opened his mouth to retort when a loud boom sounded from my room. We stared wide eyed at each other before I scrambled for the knife I nicked off of the suspicious green-eyed, blonde assassin. Hayden brandished his plastic fork, holding it out in front of him.

How is that going to defend against a trained assassin? I mouthed.

Shut up, better than your clumsy attempts at self-defence. He mouthed back.

We crept towards the room, inching to my bedroom door where I could hear the sounds of the boy moving around.

We go in on three. I mouthed. I raised a digit, slowly going up. When I got to three I opened the door.

"Don't attack, there's two of us and only one of you!" I pitched my voice about three octaves deeper in attempt to be intimidating, raising the knife at the boy who stood frozen over the books he had knocked off of my dresser.

His brow furrowed and he straightened. I jerked at the movement, fear striking me deep. "There's only one of you." He finally said, voice soft and tentative, green eyes wide as the danced around.

I glanced back. Crap. Hayden had bolted- the coward.

"And the knife isn't even unsheathed."

I hastily tried to unsheathe the knife but it wouldn't budge. The boy watched in silence as I made sporadic arm movements as I tugged dramatically at the knife before pausing, panting and pointing it back at him. "I can still hit you with it!"

His perfect brow arched, his once nervous featured now fixing in an unimpressed look. "Really?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, try."

I hesitated. This was a trick, I'm not stupid. No one would openly ask for someone to try and use a weapon on you. But I was never good at thinking about these things before I reacted so before I knew it my arm was moving. He blocked my blow easily, wrist striking against mine to stop it before he grabbed onto the hand with the knife and spun me around, wrenching my arm against my back, his breath hot against my ear.

"Drop the knife." He growled.

No questions asked I dropped the blade. He could dislocate my shoulder as easily as one could yank out letters from a mailbox. He released me, shoving me forward so I staggered and tripped over my feet while his foot slammed on the knife, flipping it into his hands. He easily slid the sheath off of the weapon, raising it defensively.

Show off.

"Woah, woah woah! Watch it buddy, I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it."

The boy and I both froze, our mouths falling open as Hayden stormed in, my old neon yellow sunglasses from when I was twelve on his face, the corset from medieval comic-con costumes strapped around him, and a nerf gun in his hands. The boy had already promptly dropped the knife in shock at the get up before Hayden had even asked him to, arms raised in peace.

Hayden came beside me and I tried my best pose of we just beat your butt, crossing my arms and raising my chin. He kept the nerf gun aimed on the boy who eyed the plastic machine warily with confusion on his face. Had he never seen a nerf gun before? I mean, I had painted it so it looked a little more realistic then the regular thing but anyone should know what the logo still imprinted on the side meant.

The boy raised his chin in defiance, a glint in his eyes as he stared at us.

"Who are you?" Hayden demanded. The boy's eyes suddenly zeroed in on the map I hung on my wall. All the continents and countries were on there. North America, Africa, Asia, Australia had the little kangaroos I doodles on it. He walked towards it slowly, Hayden tensed at the movement but he didn't shoot as the boy grasped the map, mouth open in shock. He turned slowly, huge green eyes suddenly scared.

"Where the heck am I?"

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