Day in the Life of a Computer Hacker
Chapter Three: The Undead are Calling
Note: Yeah, the Undertaker is in this chapter. Everything that I previously wrote will be shoved back one, and the actual story will launch via chapter four. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and forgive me if the Undertaker is out-of-character; I'm not good with writing him out. ^^;
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I sighed with a slight irritation as I opened my door. It was four in the morning. I had just gotten comfortable.
Then this guy shows up and ruins my comfortableness.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I shuffled back and let the kooky guy into my apartment, trying not to wish death upon him. Why, when he technically wasn't alive? He grinned, and bowed haphazardly at me. "'Cuse me miss, but you got my gadget ready?" I sighed, and shuffled back to my room. He grinned, lacing his fingers together to give me a heart. "I really appreciate it, yes I do. It's tough, finding someone to trust my things with." I rolled my eyes, and shuffled into my guest room. After moving several things out of the way, I managed to grab what the guy had come for.
"Here," I said, trying not to sound cross. "Here's your bloody Macbook. Only god knows why you didn't send it to the actual store – but no. You had to come to my place, and drop it off in front of my door, without so much of a bye-your-leave, and expect me to fix it for you." Again, the guy bowed.
"Pardon my rudeness; I didn't want to wake you." I handed him the box, exasperated.
"But you woke me up at four in the freaking morning! That doesn't constitute anything! Just who do you think you are?" I asked, the lack of sleep making me cross. The guy suddenly frowned, but then smiled again, creepily this time.
"Ah, Grell must have not told you about us… eh?" I gave him a blank look. "Hehehe, this is interesting. You, Miss, are a right character." He continued to giggle at my crossness (even though I was hardly cracking a joke) and took the Macbook and gingerly tucked it under his arm. He walked up to me and then pinched my cheeks. "If you ever need a coffin, I'll give it to you free of charge – you are hilarious. I don't think I've laughed this hard since the 1830s. You my child are a riot." I pushed his finger away (didn't he clip his nails? I mean… honestly) and glared at him.
"Get the hell out of my flat," I snarled, "and take your stupid Macbook with you. Next time you're here, I'm calling the police."
"Hehehe, but they can't see me, can't they my dear?" the guy laughed again, and I noticed with disgust that there was some drool. "After all, you're the only one who can see us. I think you're wasting your time with this petty delusion you have. Come, open those eyes of yours and see the real world. Hehehe," the man laughed again. "That incident back in the fifth grade really had a toll on you, didn't it? I remember it like it was yesterday –"
"Shut. Up." I said, the temperature dropping several degrees. "Shut up – and get out. If you want to talk about it. Fine, but not while you're in my flat." The man backed away a little, noticing the glare in my eyes. He then turned around and strolled out the door, waving back at me.
"Very well, miss. Have a good night – and don't forget, we Shinigami will always be keeping an eye on you. Don't do anything too drastic now." I stared at him, seething, as the door creaked slowly shut.
Bastard, I thought angrily as I switched the lights back off, stumbling back into my room. Falling onto the bed and burrowing under the covers, I felt unshed tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Why – why did those stupid Shinigami have to keep bringing that stupid incident up? I began to shiver uncontrollably, and gripped the blanket fiercely. Just… just ignore them. Yeah. I'll do that – it's not like it had been a few days since that red-head drama king was here.
Which was the truth, in a sense.
It actually had been roughly a month since anyone… odd had shown up. I actually thought it was a miracle – maybe my 'oddness' had finally dissipated… until the creep with the top hat to boot showed up at my door at four in the morning. Rolling over, I gave a huge sigh. Maybe I should stop being a hacker. That was the only reason why people from the other side ever showed up. They valued my skills as a computer hacker/builder to fix what they broke. I sighed, and shifted once more to get comfortable.
I was in for a long night.