No I`m not a human
Homeowner/The Coat Guy (Eugene in here)
846 words
English is not my first language
The homeowner, in one sweeping motion, drags the freezing visitor into the hallway by the scruff of his neck, immediately after his words about a certain secret. And to an uncomprehending, confused look, he just rolls his eyes, saying, "what secrets did you want to confide to me in a room full of people? ".
He sighs, frowning and rubbing the bridge of his nose in a tired gesture, however, without forcing the trusting guy to wait, he addresses:
– "Let's go to my room. There's no one there right now. Just me — still, that woman, Anfisa, was taken away by the FEMA." – Seeing how nervous the other person is, the homeowner softens in tone and face, patting the guy`s shoulder, which is trembling from the inner cold – "Don't worry, boy, the shotgun may be with me, but I don't plan to shoot you. Unless you're a Visitor, of course."
The cold one cringes, grinning, but obediently follows his "savior" in a blue shirt straight to his personal abode, where, basically, all temporary residents of the house were forbidden to go.
– "Well, what did you want? Time is not rubber, after all, I also need to check the fortune teller for a sign of a Visitor, she's new, and she's acting pretty suspiciously."
– "Yes, of course. I... don't know what it is, but…"
From uncertain words, the man tightens his grip on the shotgun, trying unsuccessfully to make this movement more imperceptible than ever, and yet forcing the young man, slightly bluish from the cold, to swallow nervously before finally deciding.
Looking down at the floor, the ever-freezing visitor lifts his clothes and bites his lip, clearly realizing that revealing the secret will not lead to anything good. This will be the end, in a sense, inevitable from the very beginning.
The shocked homeowner, who even threw off his watchdog "mask" in confusion, had to see a gaping hole instead of a stomach, from which bone-chilling cold and smell of an ashes were steaming. The sweater and jacket return to their into their place, and their owner looks guiltily at the arbiter of his fate, hugging his own shoulders — even being uncovered with a thick warming clothes for such a short time, the terrible frost intensified its influence, causing the body to shake with a vengeance. Although, it seems, the fear played an important role in his condition.
The man`s hand twitches for the shotgun, but the homeowner does not take it out, instead sitting on the bed and, frowning, slaps the place next to him.
The Coat Guy sits down uncertainly, noticing the moral anguish of the person next to him. There was only bitter resignation in his mind. He gave himself up to the executioner — more than once he saw how he blew the brains of other Visitors. There is no reason to believe that his situation is different.
– "It sucks, man. You're, uh, a visitor, are you? Although, damn, what am I asking... people don't have that kind of bullshit." – letting out air through his teeth, the homeowner covers his face with his hand. – "Don't panic. You haven't killed anyone yet, have you? Honestly...Fuck, I don't want to shoot you, you know? Zhenya, I've already took the life of so many people, even those I've gotten used to. I don't want to drown this house in blood any more than it already is."
A chord tightened inside Eugene. He couldn't believe that the one who had so coolly endured the bloody remnants of the Visitirs as soon as the sun barely hid the scorching rays was now opening up to him so easily.
He didn't wanted to kill.
But the words never appeared in his head, he couldn't think of anything that could help even in theory.
– "Maybe you should "move" from the living room here? You know, for your own and everyone's safety? You know I lock myself in at night. Everything should be fine if we do this!"
– "Homeowner. Y-you don't have to be so worried about me! I could leave, even right now! W-we know eachother for a t-to little time!" - just begun to speak, the freezing Visitor was interrupted straightway.
– "Be quiet. Fuck, you're shaking so hard your teeth are chattering..." – frowning, with vague alarm in his voice, the landlord, raising his hands in indecision, nevertheless curses under his breath and hugs the guy tightly to himself. – "You know, I've always been told that I'm a hot guy, haha...Let's put aside the question of your, ahem, self for now, okay? We'll figure something out. Later."
And Eugene can't object. For a second, it even seems that his cheeks, breaking through the icy wall, begin to burn...Of course, it's just an illusion, but isn't the room got a bit warmer?
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