I plop down into a wooden chair, getting comfortable. They figure continues to stare, while I simply shrug and smile up at him.

“Where did you get this?” He demands.

“I don’t know. It just,” I pause, giving dramatic effect, “,appeared at my door one day.”

“It can’t just appear! I have been pooking everywhere for this, and you know that!” The figure screams at me.

“What?” I gasp, putting a hand over my mouth, “You going on a murderous rampage was your version of searching? I didn’t know you wanted this.”

“You stole it! On purpose!”

“Never. I’m Daniel, the hero!”

The figure ripped his hood off, revealing a scarred and mangled face. The man, or boy, had mid length caffee brown hair that reached his eyes. His mouth was twisted into a snarl, making his scars even more menacing.

“You stole him! Him! My only love!”

I smirked, enjoying his reaction.

“I know. I’t wasn’t that hard really, maybe now you will protect it more.”

“It is not an it. His name is Thomas.”

“Okay. Okay,” I threw my hands up. “Maybe you will protect Thomas more.”

The boy fall into the chair across from me with a huff, like he didn’t enjoy my company. Rude.

“Why did you take him?” He whispered, dejected.

“You did all my work for me. You get the label of villian, and I stay the hero.”

“You used me!”

“Of course I did! The best part? You did it all on your own.”

The boy pushed up out of his seat, put his hood back on, grabbed the bag, and stormed to the door. The air growing heavy.

“Never come after Thomas again or I will end. I know who to look for now.”

I rolled my head back and chuckled up to the ceiling.

“Just be a good boy and I won’t need to.”

He huffed and reached for the door before stopping. He dug inside the bag and pulled out the object.

“Do you want your bag back.”

“No, you can keep it.”

He threw the bag at me anyway, taking the skull into his arms and cradling it like a baby.

“Just to inconvenience you.” He grumbled and left with his precious lover.