Pandora Complex

Ch.2
The bus brakes squealed to a stop as I arrived in front of my apartment building. I stepped off and walked through the glass doors and into the gorgeous lobby. I moved inside the elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor, which would have been the thirteenth floor but there was that whole ridiculous superstition. Honestly, all that mumbo jumbo was enough to make me laugh; loudly. Demons? Death as a persona? Spirits? Pfft, please, spare me.
As the elevator dinged I stepped out onto my floor and turned the key in the lock and walked into the entrance hall of my apartment, room 1413. First thing I did when I stepped in was take off my heels. I love shoes, and I can practically sprint in four inch stilettos, but my feet needed a breather. I looked around for my husband and didn’t see him so I assumed he was in the bedroom.
‘Sigh. I love that man so much. How did a girl like me get so lucky?’ The bubbly lovestruck thoughts flowed through my head as I opened the door to see my gorgeous hubby.
In bed with another fucking woman.
I stood at the door to our room, gaping at the scene before me.
At least my husband had the courtesy to stop humping the woman like a dog in heat whenever I stepped into the room.
He looked straight at me and had the damn audacity to say, “Uh…Dora, babe, I can explain.”
An old saying flitted through my head before everything seemed to go black, ‘Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.’

The first indication that something was horribly wrong was the imprint of carpet on my right cheek. The second indication was a blood covered arm flopped over the side of my bead.
I reacted like anyone would. I screamed like a little girl and back-peddled away from the appendage and began to go in full on panic-mode. What the hell happened?! One moment I was super shocked and upset because that asshole decided he wanted to hide his salami elsewhere, and now I’m at a crime scene!
“What the fuck is going on?!”, I screamed to the empty room.
I sharply turned my head to the doorway at my left when I heard a whistle.
“Wow, what a mess.”, said some guy dressed in a black silk shirt, black leather pants, and rather impressive leather boots to match, and short shaggy black hair and the most bizarre ruby eyes I had ever seen. I swear, the contacts they make these days. But more importantly-
“Who the hell are you?! What are you doing in my house?! Why did you kill them?!”
“Mm, what a load of questions. Psh. First off, the names Zanther, I came to find out where the power influx was, and I didn’t kill them. This is your mess.”
“…you’re an electrician? But I swear I didn’t do this! I couldn’t have!”
“Elec…what the fuck? I’m not a damn electrician, I’m a demon! Hmm, my my, don’t tell me you don’t remember what you did?”
“Guh, that’s it! I’m dreaming, I must be. Wake up! Wake up wake up wake up!”
I was so caught up in trying to wake myself up that I didn’t notice as the demon guy approached the bodies until he was hovering over them with…a rather hungry expression.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Dinner.”
I gaped in horror at the guy. What the hell kind of dream was this?! I should make a call to my psychiatrist first thing in the morning, my subconscious must be trying to tell me something. Or maybe it was the curry chicken I had for dinner.
As the demon leaned closer over the bodies he was suddenly impeded by, yet another, black haired guy decked out in a weird get-up. He had on a long-tailed, black jacket with swirling, silver detailing, worn over a partially unbuttoned red silk shirt. Then, again with the leather pants! Although these were less whore-ish and more ‘I’m a tough guy and need these pants to help me look macho’. Funny thing though, he had these big white wings and some sort of staff thing on his back. Somehow I feel this wasn’t the curry chicken talking.
I jumped whenever the winged guy kicked-what was his name? Meh- in the face and he went flying and bounced off the wall like a ragdoll.
I stood up and began moving around trying to do something to jar myself from this weird ass dream.
The angel guy now had the devil guy pinned down from behind and was shoving his face into the carpet with his right hand. The guy looked over at me and asked me in a semi-annoyed voice,
“Are you going to get that?”
“Huh?”, I then realized the phone was ringing.
I picked it up and said quite simply, “I’m a little busy, I’ll call you back.” And hung the phone back up, all without looking at it.
I then proceeded to pinch myself.
“Ow!”
The angel guy looked at me weird.
“What the hell is she doing?”, he asked demon guy.
“Blondie over there thinks she’s dreaming.”
The two of them had a laugh over that. I on the other hand, was not laughing. In fact, I was damn near hysterics.
“I’m…awake.”, I muttered as I slid down the wall behind me, completely stunned.
“Good job blondie.”
My Jersey up-bringing kicked in reflexively and I gave a robotic “Fuck you” in response.
Demon guy struggled under the angel guys hold for a moment more and then he…he…vanished. Just kind of shimmered away.
The winged guy stood up from his kneeling position and pulled out a cell phone.
“Yo, Abraxus, I have a mess for you.”, then he snapped the phone shut.
“Angels use cell phones?”
“What era do you think we’re in?”
“I just thought you used telepathy or something.”
“Nah, it doesn’t get as good of signal.”
“Ah.”
That made perfect sense, really it did, and did goose-man just make a joke?
“Come with me.”
“But I don’t even know who you are. Didn’t your mommy ever tell you not to go anywhere with strangers?”
He let out a mildly annoyed sigh.
“Orion, an angel of death, nice to meet you. Lets go”
Well damn. I have an angel of death in my bedroom, talk about being in deep shit.