Chapter 2

Zavier woke up the next morning with a bad feeling, he got up and stretched, his bones cracking loudly. As he got up he clicked on some Korean music from Earth, while most Phosens hated music from other planets, he was the opposite, he hated most Phosen music. The song that started playing was Question by Stray Kids.

He opened his closet to find his entirely black wardrobe, Zavier flipped through his clothes and finally decided on a tight black tank top with a crew neck cut that showed off his muscles. He then put on black ripped jeans and did a few push ups in the meantime. He put in his industrial bar piercing as well as his lobe piercing and flicked the chain hanging from them to make sure it was secure. Zavier buckled his black leather boots and looked in the mirror, admiring his clothing. 

Not even a minute later he was lying face first on the ground questioning if he should wear a jacket, after all, he was prone to getting cold. It only took him ten minutes to decide that he probably didn’t need a jacket and get himself off the ground.

He tied his hair half up in a short pony, strands of hair falling in his face.

Zavier’s wristband suddenly beeped and his music paused, he frowned, it was his mother. It read:

“Zavier, I set up a meeting with someone for you, a blind date if you will. Show up at six pm at the Sunrise to Sunset Juice Bar. You are already going to be in the area so no excuses. Be there at six sharp.” He finished reading the text and groaned in annoyance. After Zavier exited the house and got to his vehicle, he paused and breathed in the fresh air. He admired his transportation choices for a moment before getting in. The vehicle looked like that of a human-made motorcycle, aside from the fact that it was faster, hovering and all together cooler.

The drive was relatively short and soon he was cruising over the bridge to one of the most popular islands in the area. It had a giant city built on it and it was bustling with people.

It took him a while to drive through the worst of the traffic, but once he did, Zavier came to a stop in front of a towering building and walked inside. Inside, he found a calm atmosphere and warm yellow lights with soft, sage green couches in the waiting area as well as a refreshment table. 

Right before Zavier had the chance to take even one cookie, he was rudely interrupted by Stephan, Sheila’s personal secretary and assistant. He was then led by Stephan to the top floor to meet Sheila. Zavier and Sheila had an interesting relationship. They had some of the same friends, but they were more acquaintances or something of the sort than anything else.

Zavier blew the little bit of black hair that had found its way to his eye out of his face before he knocked on the door. Sheila called for him to enter and Zavier confidently walked a few steps in before he abruptly froze in his tracks and stared at the sight he was seeing.

An annoyed looking man was sitting on one of the couches to the side of the room and Sheila was sitting across from him with a gun held loosely in her hand. The man looked to be tall and he had crimson red hair and deep blue eyes, he was rather ashy looking, pale and too thin however. Sheila looked the same as ever with her silver-gray eyes, slightly short stature, black hair and slightly pale skin.

“This man tried to kill me.” Sheila started in a calm tone and Zavier frowned, the man didn’t respond to her remark. “But I discovered he simply needs some emotional support because of a bad childhood and horrible parenting.” She said happily and Zavier frowned,

“You want me to be his emotional support, don’t you.” He sighed dramatically and Sheila calmly looked at him with a smile.

“Yes, I do.” Zavier grimaced in distaste of having responsibilities. “Oh, right! And he is mute.” She ended with a smile and he stared at her, dumbfounded.

“Did you call for Jaden?” He frowned and Sheila nodded, 

“It is getting better but it seems that he is too anxious and worried to speak.” She murmured to him and Zavier nodded with a slight frown. “Is he going to try to kill me?”

“Zavier, look at him, he looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly, much less you.” Sheila rolled her eyes and Zavier frowned,

“But didn’t he almost kill you?”

“Oh, he had a gun then though.”

Zavier stared at her, dumbfounded.