Click, creak, crash.
I was on my bed in my room when I heard the door being unlocked, opened, and closed. I live in a four bedroom apartment near my school alone. I have three roommates but two of them never bothered to show up and the other one lived here for a bit before leaving a few months back.
The person at the door? It had to be the third roommate. He is the only one I know that has a key to open the door. I left my room to greet him since it has been quite a while since I last saw him. However, I completely froze when I saw the person at the door. That was definitely NOT my roommate. Nor was it a person that I expect to ever see in my life. That was fucking Homelander.
He smiled and put down his two suitcases on the kitchen counter. I was lost for words, trying to form sentences but nothing came out. This is beyond my comprehension. And as if to add to the confusion, Black Noir stepped inside from behind Homelander and gave me a short wave.
Homelander starts to inspect the place: "This isn't too bad, it will have to do". He then moves around and goes through the rooms.
Black Noir merely nodded before going to the living room and making himself comfortable on the living room couch. He turned on the TV to browse some channels. He goes through a few before stopping on the golf channel.
I retreated to my room and began panicking. Those two people out there could turn me into a hashtag in no time if they wanted to. To my knowledge, Homelander doesn't need any real reasons. He would kill me for even a stare if he wanted to. I don't know about Black Noir, but there was just something about the mask that gives me chills.
I tried texting all of my friends for help but that went nowhere. They either didn't believe me or said they couldn't help. I was upset with them, but they were right, seeking help from them in this situation is impossible. Should I try calling 911? What would the police do against the two out there? What COULD they do?
I felt my fingers trembling as I start to dial the number and I froze when I hear my door burst open. It was Homelander, he looked towards me and grinned before declaring "I want THIS room". He then proceeds to launch all of my belongings into the corner of my room before unpacking his own belongings.
After he finishes, he and Black Noir both leave. I come out of my shock and decide to get the fuck out of here. I began to pack my own stuff. It only took about ten minutes as there wasn't a whole lot of stuff that I can fit in my suitcase. I try to leave my apartment just to be stopped once again.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" asked Homelander as he stepped in, forcing my back in the apartment. I thought about going back to my room, but that wasn't going to solve my problems.
I mustered up all my courage and replied "I am leaving". Homelander stared at me for a while before grinning. "Wait here"he says, as he flew off, returning only a few seconds later with my startled grandmother in his hands.
She notices me, but doesn't get the chance to speak as Homelander lasers me immediately. I didn't even register and grasp my own death before I saw my lifeless corpse below me, split diagonally along the torso. I was dead.
However, I still have conscious, in the form of a ghost. I saw my grandmother crying, as she had just seen me get killed by a stranger. I told her not to worry in my attempt to calm her. I did not expect her to look at me. She can see me, I thought. It seems that I am still able to interact with the living. I tell her that I'm going to go get help before leaving.
Homelander is still at the door, but I pay him no attention. What was he going to do to a ghost?
He chokes me.
And then I woke up.
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