Circles of Sugar

He finally managed to make it home.

Days were either of two flavours - mind numbingly boring, or mind fucking weird. And he preferred the first variety over the second, but at the end of each one, he'd get to come home, and relax. Well as relaxed a powerless guy in a super powered world was. And that meant turning on his tiny tv, sitting on his tiny couch, and just spend time watching whatever program was on. And eventually, that meant getting back up, making himself some food - because after being a delivery guy, he wasn't going to order shit out okay - and then figure out what he needed to do when he got home. It changed everyday, but sometimes it was just something small, and others something big.

Today, it was fixing the light bulb.

So placing a stool under him, he got up to the ceiling fixture, and was pulling a rope near him. On the tv, he left some program on, one about a murder mystery. They were just about to get to the good part - the one where one of the suspects tries to kill themslves via noose. All in order to prove their innocence, and how they couldn't live with the shame of the accusations. It was a wonderful little show, and he loved watching it over and over - he totally recorded it one night, and has kept it around since - and try to pick apart some of the things going on, like their mental states and psychology.

Slowly, the rope that he was using to pull the rolling light towards him was winding around his body. And then the girl in the tv started to scream - shouting about how a suicide was taking place and they needed to get help right now. He couldn't help the small smile that lit up his face. It was nice to be able to come home, watch a program he liked, and then take care of little things. No fuss, no muss and certainly no goddamn spirits or hollows or whatever else liked to follow him around. He always had a problem with things like those, but as expected, his life would only get weirder probably.

And cue his door flying off it's hinges..

See, as he tripped and the rope tangled, it was both a noose and a safety net.

But as his door was unceremoniously kicked down, and then the rope severed, well he had no back up. He fell hard onto the floor with a groan. ''Urg, that's gonna leave a mark... jeez...'' he muttered to himself, before slowly getting up, as the - wait a girl, what the flying fuck - spouted something at him. The male, using his stool to get himself back up, just gives a blank stare at the girl. He opened his mouth to protest - first she had broken his goddamn door, second it was just a movie and he was fixing a light bulb, can you not see that - and instead, was greeted with a surprising grip on his arm.

And then being kidnapped.

She kept talking as if he was intending to kill himself - and each time he'd open his mouth, she'd move just a bit too fast, or force them in a place that made him feel a bit queasy. And then when she finally slowed, the male was rubbing the bridge of his nose with a free hand. ''Look, lady - I don't want to be rude, but I don't need your help. I'm perfectly fine as is. Can you just bring me back home and fix the door you broke? I need that door.'' he said, trying to speak calmly. He couldn't help the undertone of irritation that lined his words however, as he looked over at her. Now, if she had done anything but break his door, and give him a near concussion, he'd probably think she was beautiful.

But right now, his most pressing concern, was going back home and get that door fixed.