I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS

You open the door to your living room. Of course, the apartment is dark, and you really don't care as you throw your bag on the couch beside you. You don't know where your mom is, and you really don't care. You've had to put your whole life on hold to take care of her, and keep her from going over the edge. Right now you could be in the college of your dreams, finishing everything you had worked for the last six years of your life, but that's all down the drain now. Now it's just your mom.

With a sigh, you walk into the kitchen without even turning on the light. You know the layout of the apartment like the back of your hand. Biting your lip, you step over your mom's sleeping chiuaua and go to the fridge. You open it and search for something to eat but come up empty handed. You groan and step back, letting the fridge slam close by itself.

The small, round table pressed into the corner catches your eye as the yellow light slices across it and disappears. You start to shiver as you finally catch on. There's someone sitting at the table, and you know it's not the drunken silhouette of your mother. It's the man from earlier. The man you bumbed into on your way home from work a couple blocks over. The man with just-past-his-shoulder-length, dark hair, and piercing green eyes. His face is narrow, and his nose slender and slightly pointed. A look of cold amusement plays on his face. It sends shivers down your spine.

"I know you can see me," the man says darkly, dangerously even.

"So?" You manage to get out. The man chuckles coldly and sits back. Snapping his fingers, he leans forwards and the lights suddenly jump on. You squint at him in amazement.

"I see you're scared, (y/n.)" He smirks, resting his chin on his interlocked hands.

You gasp slightly, and grasp the top of the chair in front of you. Suddenly, your knees are weak, and you can't help but feel absolutely terrified. How did he know your name? What's going on?

"Oh, I know a lot of things, (Y/N.)" The light reflects off of his gold armored chest. Green also seems to be a theme with his get up.

"G-get out." You try to sound indignant as your knees knock together.

"No, thank you," he says pleasantly. "But I'm fine right here." You were ready to shout at him, but suddenly you grew weaker, and the walls started to spin. His face blurred into the floral wall paper, and the last thing you remember is falling to the ground before everything goes black.