I arrived at my house shortly after I ended the phone call with a strange voice; It was odd, and seemingly ominous of what was about to happen to me in the future, little did I know at the time. Dismissing the thought of the call I unlocked my door and strode into the farmhouse that I call home, where I was greeted by my old feline-friend meowing hungrily. It was then that I forgot to feed the poor fellow before I left.
"Alright, Sebastian, alright." I muttered, a little annoyed at his cries for sustenance, but it happened so often that it was a usual daily routine for me: I arrive, he starts to plead for food, I give it to him, boom, all is well. So I walked into the kitchen and set my groceries down on the table. My cat followed me into the kitchen, still crying out for nourishment to ease his hunger. As I poured some dry kibbles for Sebastian, which he eagerly waited for by rubbing against my legs and mewing, I spied the package and skeleton key on the table beside the front door, and noticed that there was something else next to them. It was a small neck-charm of sorts. I walked over to it: The pendant was shaped like a dragon's head facing forward, and had six, small, similarly shaped holes lining the bridge of it's nose I two rows of three. "How did this get here...?" I said to myself as I slipped the necklace around my neck and let it rest against my chest, "Whatever, it's cool looking anyway..."
Not even a second later after I slipped on the pendant, there was a loud knock at the door, which startled the hell out of me. "Who is it?" I asked cautiously.
"Is anyone home?" A rough-sounding, toned female voice emitted from behind the door, "I'm lost and I need directions..." Puzzled, I opened the door, and saw a woman of about my age standing in the doorway. She had short red and blue hair that was neatly ridged and swung to the side, and was dressed in stereotypical biker-gear: bike-goggles on the head, leather clothing, even a bandana that sported a lightning bolt across the front. I have to admit, she was kinda hot, and I felt my eyes wandering across her body, looking her up and down a couple of times. "Ahem," She coughed, a little irritation in her tone, "Eyes up here..."
"Oh, sorry." I chuckled, which the girl replied with only a groan and an eye-roll. "Anyways, where do you need pointers to? I'm sure I can point you in the right direction if you'd like?"
"I need to get to 3736 Maple Avenue," The girl stated, handing me a sheet of paper with the address written on it, "My friends told me to meet me there by 10:31pm tonight." I had to take a step back at that statement, recollecting the call that I had received from that strange voice.
"Hello?" I said into the phone, walking into the afternoon sunlight outside the tent.
"...Jonathan?" A female voice called from the other side, almost as a whisper.
"Yes, this is he," I answered into the phone, "Who is this?"
"Um...well...uh..." the voice tried to speak, but sounded very shy over the phone, almost as if she was a girl asking me out over a phone call, but soon that shyness became fearful tone, and she sounded like she was crying out for help away from the phone's receiving end, "Twilight! I can't do it!" A series of rustles were heard, then another voice piped in, also female but seemed a little more stern, yet gentle.
"Let me handle this, Fluttershy." The voice called out near the phone, which I then heard someone pick up the phone and fumble with it a bit. "Damn thumbs!" The voice mumbled.
"Who is this?" I asked again, a little weirded out and ready to hang up the phone because of the awkwardness.
"Sorry for my friend," the voice responded, "She's a little shy when it comes to meeting new people; it's her nature. My name is Twilight. Is this Johnathan Felix?"
"...Yes?" I answered again, a little annoyed.
"Good." The voice sighed in relief, "Anyways, have you encountered a lost girl yet? We haven't heard from her in a while." That was the last thing I could take.
"Look," I said, "If you have a 'lost girl', don't call random strangers like me; Call the police. I'm going to get off the phone now and I am going to be on with my day. Have a nice day." I then hung up the phone before anything else could be said.
"You..." I stammered, "You're the lost girl."
"What?" The girl in the doorway asked, a confused look on her face. Without a another moment to spare, I darted for the phone on the wall and punched in 9-1-1. After a few tones a voice piped in.
"911, what's your emergency?" A male voice rang from the other side.
"Yes," I started, "My name is Johnathan Felix II, and I would like to report a lost adult? And a possible address of concern?"
"Okay," The voice answered, "Give us a name and the address please?" Before I could say anything, a hand snatched the phone away from me and slammed it back on the wall. I turned to see the girl with her hand on the phone, an angry look in her eyes.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, "What the hell are you trying to-" I was silenced by the girl moving at an inhumane velocity to pin me to the wall, the same angry look in her eyes as before.
"Are you insane?!" She exclaimed, "I was asking for directions! Not asking to be reprimanded by humans!" I gave her a puzzled look.
"Humans?" I asked, chuckling, "Are you fucking kidding me? You actually believe you aren't a human? Cause you certainly look like one to me." The girl released me from her grasp, and backed away from me.
"Fine." She said, "I don't need your help. I'll find my own way then!" She then barged out the door before I could object to anything (like I wanted to anyway...). After a short silence, I heard a motorcycle engine starting up, then a squealing of it's tires as it drove away. I sighed, and closed my front door.
"What an egghead." I muttered before going up the stairs, not realizing that the amulet I was wearing had it's eyes glowing a deep blue.
I entered my room and flung myself on the bed, rubbing my face out of frustration and anger. Who was that girl anyway?How did she know the call? It didn't matter, nor did the envelope, which I remembered was still downstairs.
"Might as well dispose of that." I sighed as I walked back down the stairs and grabbed the envelope on the counter.
In that very moment, the power in the house flickered and then short circuited, plunging me into darkness.
"Ah shit." I mumbled, fumbling my way through the dark to the fuse box, "There goes the power. I thought I replaced the fuse a week ago?" Eventually, I made my way into the garage, where it was even darker than inside the house, and found the fuse box. But something was off…
"…where are the fuses?" I breathed, not believing what I was seeing. Sure enough, as i felt the empty slot of the box, the fuses were literally ripped out of their sockets. Who could have done this?
"Yes," a sultry, female voice sounded from behind me, "Who indeed?" I turned, and my heart almost stopped as I realized who the voice belonged to. The black winged, blue haired woman smiled a toothy grin. "Now, where were we, young colt?" She hissed as she stepped towards me.