This house was no different from any of the many others I had been in, lightly furnished but practical and comfortable. Most people would see a major problem with my habits of stealing to survive life on the streets, but that is just it, they don't see me, unless I wanted them too. On the streets, my talents for disappearing from sight had earned me the name Wraith, and with no other name to go by, it had stayed with me as I lived my life.
I had been abandoned at a young age because of my ability to vanish from sight. All I remember is my parents screaming at me to stop using my abilities, that I was demonic and possessed by a dead spirit. In the end they had left me, and had been right about my spirit being dead, as time progressed so did my knowledge and abilities, until one day I had realized I am tied to two plains of existence. The material plain where i spend most of my time, and the point between this life and the next, how I had come to possess such an ability is a mystery that could not be solved in my life.
As a small child with no home, no parents, and no real name, I had to learn to survive on the streets. I quickly became adept at picking pockets, lock picking, stealing, and the darker side of reality for a child on the streets, killing. Now after so many years, I was around the age of 17 and had made a name for myself as a thief and assassin for hirer, but today I was not here to kill, only to take what I needed to survive another day on the streets.
I knew that it was best to get the things I needed and get out, but still I couldn't help but imagine the home as my own, living here with my parents, who appear to me only as black figures, and working in the repair shop below. How different my life truly was compared to the lives of those that lived in this home, it often made my head swim to think about anything like this for too long, so with a shake of my head, I began my search of the home.
Without any need for my ability to become a ghost figurine, I allowed myself to materialize, becoming one solid mass. I was dressed in my usually black hoodie, with dark blue jeans, and a black cloth covering everything but my eyes. I had been told by others on the streets that I had amazingly green eyes, and that if the light is right, the small yellow ring around my pupil would seem to grow, making my eyes appear to dance with golden lights. I didn't believe a word of any of it, because anytime I look in a mirror, all that I can see is the eyes of a killer, two hard, deceptive eyes.
I let my gaze wonder over everything in the room, calculating its worth or potential value to someone like me. My observations were cut short by the sound of someone ascending the stairs, and at a rapid pace. I had been in so many situations where I had cheated death or imprisonment, but they still cause my heart to sink. I didn't think, I just allowed myself to shift back into the form of a spirit, turning at the same time to look at the door that lead down to the shop.
A girl of about the age of 15, pushed the door open, clearly in a state of distress. I had seen her around the shop and knew she was the owners adopted daughter, I never entered a home without knowing all of the inhabitants. I did not know her name, but I knew she may be here a while, so I settled down on one end of the couch, I had come here for a reason and I would not be scared off so easily. I knew if I really wanted to, I could simply silence her with one of my blades that I always carried, but i had not come to kill and thus would not do so.
The girl settled onto the other end of the couch, leaning into it before turning on the TV to some crazy guy trying ti get people on a dating site. I just sat there not caring about much, trying to keep my eyes moving around the room, but they constantly wanted to settle on the girl next to me. I could almost sense a difference to her, much like my own abilities that set me apart, or those of the famous ninja so often seen on TV. She was intent on watching the man onscreen, though her posture told me she didn't really care about what he was saying.
As the man went on asking stupid questions like, "Are you closed to the idea of a significant other?" and "Do you NEED that special someone to sweep you off your feet?" I saw the girl frown at the man's words, before shaking her head, and changing the channel. I never liked what I did to others, and avoided causing any large amount of pain to anyone, even those I was hired to kill, I didn't like the idea of causing pain, I had enough pain to pay for everyones. As I looked at the girl beside me, I noticed a muscle in her cheek twitch, and her eyes went slightly cloudy as tears and obvious pain flashed across her face. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to take her pain away, but it would never happen. I shook myself away from such thoughts, I was a thief and a killer, I did not need to care for others. Something about the girl beside me, was so alluring, I had to fight with myself to keep from appearing, and letting this girl know about me.
I had to leave, none of what i was doing made sense anymore, revealing myself would lead only to my imprisonment or the girls death, and I was not prepared to kill today. I waited by a window, judging the time and waiting for the loud boom of thunder from the storm outside, before leaving the apartment. I waited to see if the girl may have noticed my escape, but the storm and TV had done enough to keep her attention off of me.
Without any further thought, I set off into the storm, my hands were empty, but my thoughts were full of the strange girl, and how she had affected me just by sitting near me. I had to be going soft after so many years on the streets, I needed to get out, and forget the other side of me, the gentleman that wanted nothing more than what the man on TV had offered, a chance at love.