A Message to the Lost

by FantasiaXD

(Based off of Mystic Messenger) Mavis is a pro hacker who hides behind a computer screen. When her boss sets her on a job that requires her to do some digging into the RFA, she encounters more than she bargained for. This is an OC X Seven fan fiction. Let me know if anyone wants me to change it to a Y/N type of story. Thanks !

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

I took a sip of water as I started to pile on the precautionary measures. Now that the hacker knew of my wonderful entrance, I felt like it as the perfect time to set a nice trap for him. A fake window in should do the trick. Some nice decorations and even a smiley face :). Needed to make him feel welcome. I let out a small laugh as I shut my computers off, making sure nothing could be interfered with while I was out.

I glanced at the clock again. 10:15. Perfect. Just enough time to run to the grocery store and some more errands before my next slot. I shot the boss a quick email regarding what I had found and told him I'd continue during the next slot. Slipping on some tennis shoes, I opened my apartment door quietly and headed out. I padded silently toward the elevator, fidgeting with some earbuds as I went. I put them on and played a random playlist, allowing myself to zone out on the rest of my walk to the grocery store.

"What did I need again?" I thought to myself as I grabbed a hand-held basket. I perused the fruit and veggie section first, grabbing some raspberries, a couple mangos, broccoli, carrots, and celery. I snagged some bread and a couple caffeinated teas called yerba mate. They kept me going. Well then and coffee did.

"Hey watch where you're going!" A man yelled as I bumped into his shoulder. I mumbled an apology and quickly stole a glance of him. He had a roughly shaven face, with dark gray eyes and a crooked smile. I kept walking, only to feel a tug at the hem of my gray sweatshirt. "Hey missy you can't just mutter something and walk away. Thats what I like to call rude." The scruffy man said, his voice the same sound as rough sandpaper. I narrowed my eyes, grabbing the sweatshirt back from him.

"Sorry" I sneered, walking briskly away. I heard his cackle over the sounds of my music and booked it to the cash register. After the most efficient check out, I grabbed my bag and headed back to my apartment, head on a swivel to see the man once again. He wasn't there.

I let out a small sigh as I neared my apartment. "People are actual idiots. This is why I stay inside" I think to myself while I fumble for my keys. The lobby of my apartment was empty, as per usual. Modern chairs sat scattered about the plush interior which seemed to have never been used. In fact I can truthfully say that I have never sat in one before. And I don't plan to do so. The doorman gave me a subtle nod as I walked by his desk, heading toward the elevators.