He'd been roaming the streets for a while, thinking, thinking about his friends, thinking about how much pain they must feel, how he hadn't been there for them when they needed him most… he tried not to, tried to think of pleasant memories, but reminiscing on the good old days only seemed to make it worse. How close they used to be, how that friendship was probably forever tainted now. Ruined by some asshole who is probably still out there, laughing at the pain he's caused so many people. It pissed him off, how could the world be so cruel, he hadn't done anything to deserve this, and his friends definitely hadn't. Now he was a wanted man for no reason, his life had been ruined, his friend's lives had been ruined, or worse, taken. They're all dead and it's his fault for existing. He killed them. He killed them when he first met them. Maybe he deserved to be locked up, killed, tortured for not being there, not being there to pick them back up when they were down. Not being there to show that he would never hurt them, to help them, not let them die in their final moments feeling so betrayed, so hurt, so…
He sighed to himself, it hurt to think about, but he couldn't pull himself out of the rabbit hole, the downward spiral in his mind, sucking him in like a whirlpool, replaying the possible thoughts of what happened to them, over and over again, on loop, in excruciating detail, he knew it was killing him, but he couldn't stop it. The despair he felt. The pain. The loss. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't realize he had been heading in the wrong direction for fifteen minutes, great, this was just perfect, stupid me can't even walk somewhere anymore. He quickly turned around and started heading hopefully the right way.
He had been on his way to an apartment building. Some guy had rented out a room and needed a roommate, and he needed a place to stay. It all worked out. Except for the small fact that he was, well, a wanted criminal. He figured a change of appearance was in order, so he did just that. He spent a few hours trying on outfits, restyling his hair, dying it, until he had finally settled on something that looked different enough from his normal appearance to not be too suspicious when going out in public. He had ditched the horns… sadly, styled his hair to be a lot messier, swapped out his red hoodie for a dark teal one, and dyed his hair black. It wasn't perfect of course, people were bound to recognize it if they looked hard enough, but to the casual eye he was nothing but a complete rando, some guy you'd pass on the street and not think much of. And that's exactly what he needed.
After some time he finally managed to find the address, a decent looking apartment complex, clearly showing its age but well above passable. Even if it wasn't though it wasn't like he was really in a position to be criticizing his living situation regardless, anything was better than his car. Well…maybe not a cardboard box but he wasn't staying in a cardboard box so that was irrelevant.
He quickly checked his phone to make sure he was at the right place and confirmed that yes, he was. Perfect! Now to enter someone else's life and ruin it forever!!
He walked up the old stairs and down a sidewalk, which led to another set of stairs. Jesus, how many stairs were there?! After what felt like ages he finally arrived at the front door and walked inside.
It looked pretty nice, despite the aged appearance on the outside, he could get used to living here, if it all worked out anyways. He checked his phone '207', room '207'. He mentally repeated this to himself as he walked up the stairs. '207', '207'.
He walked around checking between his phone and the rooms until finally arriving at '207'.
He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
'Alright. Moment of truth, moment of truth.'
He hesitantly reached out his arm and knocked.
He could hear muffled shuffling coming from the other side of the door.
'Please don't recognize me, please don't recognize me!'
After a moment the door creaked open, a chain clearly seen in the top corner preventing it from fully opening.
"Password?"
"Uhh…"
He shifted uncomfortably.
'There was a password?! The ad hadn't mentioned a password!! Oh God what was he gonna do?! He didn't know the-'
"Hey relax man, I'm just fucking with you!"
He opened the door fully and held out his hand.
"The name's Wallace, I assume you're the new roommate?"
"Uhm… Aye." He said nervously.
"Relax man, it's alright. What's your name?"
He froze and mentally smacked himself in the head. Idiot, you didn't even think of a name?! What's wrong with you!!
"Uhmm…"
Wallace stood there, waiting for an answer.
"I'm uhh… Sirkon?"
He said it more like a question than an answer, Wallace seemed skeptical, but didn't seem to question it.
"Right Sirkon, well rent's on Friday. It's £824, try not to be late, I'm a chill guy though so I'll give you a bit of leeway if you can't make it by then. Your room is down the hall, third door on the left, right across from the bathroom. Hard to miss."
"Right… uh… thanks."
"Don't mention it. Oh and one more thing, if you ever need anything, knock before entering my room. I CAN NOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!"
"Okay."
"Right, come on in then."
Wallace moves aside so he can enter.
He enters and sets his suitcase down near the front door. He then turns his attention to the apartment in front of him, he sees a pretty small kitchen area to the right of the door, a slightly cramped living room ahead in the shape of a rectangle, and a hallway to the right just ahead of the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's not the biggest but it's a lot better than my old place." Wallace said.
"It's nice."
He walks into the living room and looks around at it, there's a small chair, a C.R.T. tv across from it on a dark wood coffee table, quite retro, he also notices a game system on the floor in front of it and a shelf to the left of the TV with a bunch of games and a few movies. What really catches his attention is the Canadian flag behind the TV, Wallace seems to notice and comments on it.
"Yeah I used to live up in Toronto before I moved here, got a bit bored of staying in one place, y'know. Anyway I'm gonna leave you to your business, feel free to use the TV, just don't touch my games."
And with that Wallace left into his room, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again.
Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.
Just outside the apartment, across the street, the guy he had bumped into the other day stood, watching.
"Sir, we found him, his description matches the report. Though he seems to have changed his appearance, What do we do?"
Another voice speaks up from an earpiece.
"So it's really him? Excellent. Don't interfere, not yet."
"Yes Sir, Red Leader."
Author's Note: I know the last few chapter have been a bit short recently, and I apologize, writing inspiration hasn't been the best, but I will try to make future chapters longer. Y'all have a good one now! Peace!