I hummed to myself gently as I walked back to my house.

At least a week had passed from my weird adventure and I could say without a doubt, that I was happy it was over, at least I'd thought it was over. But as I walked in the door to my house I heard a light whistle coming from where my couch sat and frowned.

"What are you doing back here? And how did you get in here?!" I asked folding my arms as I face my former kidnapper.

I heard him chuckled softly before my cushions shifted, meaning he was sitting down.

"Same way I got you to Central Park." He answered shifty like.

A growl formed it'self in my throat, but I held it back. This guy had manhandled me when he thought I was lying, and I didn't want him touching me. Especially when I was already tired and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. So I decided to try and keep my distance.

"Drugging me?" I asked skeptically, heading passed the couch to the kitchen.

"No." He snorted as if that were absurd. But what else could it have been?

"I teleported." He told me as I got to my sink and grabbed a glass from the counter that was washed.

Now I snorted.

"Funny." I replied filling my glass and taking a swig.

"You think I'm lying?" He asked, his voice directly behind me. I was so startled, I choked before spitting the water out into my sink.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" I snapped turning towards him. So much for keeping distance.

"I didn't, I teleported."

"Will you stop saying that?" I asked setting the glass down.

"Why? Just because you can't see me teleport, how do you no I can't?" He asked, his voice suddenly over at my couch again.

I rose a brow and folded my arms.
"How can you teleport? Normal people can't do that."

"I'm not a normal person." He answered simply.

"So you're like a superhuman?" I asked while rolling my eyes. This was ridiculous.

"I'm not human, I'm surprised you didn't notice." He told me while shifting on my couch.

I walked over and sat down on my couch, it was my couch after all and I was tired.

"Didn't notice what?" I asked with a sigh. Maybe if I played along he would leave faster.

"That I'm a skeleton."

I would have been staring at him if I could see, but I just frowned.

"Mm." I shook my head.

G laughed.

"I'll show you, stick out your hand."
I hesitated but did so. I didn't have much to be afraid of...did I?

He took my hand with his hand and I focused on what it felt like.

His fingers were nimble and thin, but what startled me is when he slid my fingers through his palm.

I gasped pulling my hand away, which made him laugh.

"Believe me now?"

I stood up, taking a few steps away from him.

"Y-You, you're really a skeleton...that can teleport." I said, trying to process this.

He chuckled, scooting over and patted where I'd been sitting. "Come on I won't hurtcha." He assured me, though I wasn't sure he meant it.

I frowned."How you smoke?"

He paused for a minute before answering me. "Really? I thought you'd ask something like how do I breath or eat or something."

My frown deepened as I folded my arms.

"Those help you survive, smoking can kill you."

I heard him snicker.

"I don't have lungs to ruin so, it doesn't affect me." He told me and I could swear he was smirking at me or something, his stare was strong now as if he was staring.

"Then how do you smoke? How are you alive?" I asked, my brows creasing in confusion.

"Magic. It runs through my bones, it's generated by my soul."

At first it sounded like he was spouting off nonsense, but the last bit intrigued me.

"Your...soul?" I asked and he patted the cushion again.

Hesitantly, I sat down.

"Have you ever heard of The Underground?"