The Beginning

Chapter 6: Misconceptions


Onça stopped at the door to her apartment. There was someone inside with Chrissy, someone she didn't know. Walking past her own doorway with the loud bags of shopping she dumped them in the corner of the corridor and walked back to her own door silently. Pulling her keys from her pocket and holding them tightly so that they didn't jangle she let herself in without a sound.

A man was sat on her sofa and there was no sign of Chrissy, though she knew she was around somewhere. And was that blood she could smell? It was, the distinct odor was unmistakable.
Enraged, Onça leapt into the room, grabbing the stranger by the collar and throwing him up against the wall.
"Where is she, what have you done with her?"
"I don't know what you mean. I'm"
"Liar." She interrupted, knocking him back against the wall again. Onça yelped and released him as a burst of sparks jumped from his hand over her skin; the burning sensation leaving as fast as it had arrived. Growling, she leapt at him, taking them both to the ground as she fought to dodge hands that shot electricity in someone quite considerably taller than herself.

Chrissy walked in to see Meric fly through the air as Onça, nose bloody, launched herself after him, pinning his hands down on the floor above his head.
"Onça, No!" She yelled. "He's a friend. I invited him here." Onça looked up from her opponent, dazed.
"But he hurt you, there was blood." She shifted, not releasing the man's hands.
"No, he saved my life. Someone took a shot at me; he got me out of the way. I got a little scraped up. I'm fine." Still unsure, she looked down on the man.
"It's true." He confirmed. "I'm Meric, by the way. I would shake your hand, but you've got a pretty firm grip on them." Shaking her head Onça released his hands and stepped away.
"Sorry." She muttered. Turning to Chrissy she frowned. "The shopping's in the hall. I'm going to" She dabbed at her nose. "I'm going to clean up, I think. Then you can tell me why there's a guy who shoots electricity from his hands in my flat." Turning back to Meric. "I'm Onça, nice to meet you Meric." She smiled politely and headed for the bathroom. Meric looked around the room at the damage they had done.
"Well. That went well."