FF: Supernatural

The night was dark and frigid, and it reminded her of the nights back home. She stood there silently for several minutes, smoke drifting from her lips. Her eyes darted to the left. She flicked away her cigarette and pulled out a pistol just as an enormous shape erupted from the shadows.

The creature landed in front of her a mere three meters away. She leapt back and it released a bloodcurdling scream. The thing was cat-like, but huge with bristling black fur and eyes like embers. Angrily, it stretched out a long black paw and took a swipe at her legs. She dodged it at the last moment and took aim for the back of its head.


Bang! One clean shot and the beast was down, collapsed onto the aspalt. She nudged it with her boot to make sure it was dead, just in case it wasn't enough that its head was splattered against the brick wall.

"good night, kitty," she laughed and walked away.

Pasha walked through the doors of the airport, his duffel bag in one hand and his suitcase in the other.
At last! Pasha thought, the land of opportunity and freedom! Well, freedom from his family that is. He knew he may miss his dear, old mother and father but he certainly wouldn't miss his eleven obnoxious siblings or his fat uncle. Home was loud, crowded, and rambunctious. He was tired of being ignored.

This was his time to shine! "Hello? How much is it for a room?" Pasha asked the concierge.

"It's two-hundred for one night," they answered, "how long will you be staying?"

"No thank you, zorry," he muttered and stepped back out onto the bustling street. That was the seventh hotel he had checked but still he could not afford even a single night. Stupidly he had forgotten about conversion rates and found that all of his savings were drained by the plane tickets. Pasha found himself pacing in front of a large bulletin board, almost as if fate had brought him there. Quickly he began to search through the sea of papers to see if there were any openings for a job or for housing. A neon pink flier caught his eye. He scuffled over and began to read it: "Looking for roommate and assistant. Must speak Russian."


It was perfect, perfect! It certainly had to be another act of fate. He snatched it down off of the board and followed the directions to the apartment.
"Hmm, apartment 7E... 7E... oh!" There it was, apartment 7E. A messy sign was plastered on it's door.
It read; Supernatural, Occult, & Paranormal Investigation.

Pasha began to feel uneasy. Just what kind of assistance was required? Was this person seriously a supernatural investigator? Many other question began to swim through his mind when the door swung open. Pasha yelped and jumped back. In the doorway stood a young woman in a bathrobe, her wavy auburn hair dumped messily over her shoulder, the edges of it bleached golden.
She smiled eagerly once she saw the flier in his hands.

"Um, hello. My name is Pavel, everyone calls me Pasha though-" "Welcome! You have no idea how happy I am at the moment. I almost thought no one vould come. I am Yvette. Please, please come in!"

Yvette hurriedly ushered Pasha through the door. What lay inside was a pure nightmare. Clothes lay strewn about the floor in huge piles making it nearly impossible to even see the floor. Dirty dishes and empty cartons of take-out cluttered the kitchen counters. To put it simply, it was one big dump.

He turned to look at Yvette. She was certainly pretty if not in an unconventional way. She had full lips, a sharp nose, and an adorable freckle next to her left eye. Pasha's brow wrinkled in thought. It was free housing, underneath the mess the apartment was nice, and all he had to do was assist her. "Count me in." "I run small but successful business here," Yvette explained as she gave Pasha a tour of the apartment. "My office is down zhe hall, first door. Zhe bathroom is zhe second door." Pasha nodded as she talked. "And, uh, vhere should I sleep?", he asked. In response Yvette walked back to the living room and began clearing the floor in front of the couch, eventually making enough space for the pull out bed. She turned around with a big, accomplished smile on her face. Pasha gave a small smile back and placed his belongings on the bed. "Um, it looks like you could use a bit of help cleaning," he pointed out. "Ya! And zhat is vhy I seek assistance. You, my dear Pasha, shall help me clean and run errands. You can start with zhis," she handed him a list of groceries and a bundle of money. "Ack! It's no different than home! why? why?" he asked the woman at the register. "Sir, please just hand me your money. There is a long line behind you."
Pasha gave her the money and picked up the bags of groceries and alcohol. He was confused when he saw vodka written on the list three time.