Behemoth

1- Obligatory Expository First Chapter

Ah, New York. The Big Apple, whatever you want to call it. The city of dreams. People come here each day to find a job, get money, pay bills. It's the place everyone wants to be, the place everyone wants to live in.

Yeah, it's not that great.

As I woke up with a snort, I looked through the cracked window, the blinds in front of them disheveled and most of the blind strips broken. The bed below me felt warm, warm and sticky. My hearing faded in and I heard the lovely sounds of honking horns and screaming people. I smacked my lips as my clock changed to 8:30 AM, the time I usually set my alarm to. I always wake up earlier than the alarm.

The Ink Spots start to play in the background. I only have one cassette for a cassette-only clock radio, and it plays the oldies.

"I don't want to set the world on fire..."

I yawned and turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My back had apparently been in the warm stickiness, my back being used to the feeling. I flipped over to my other side, looking at the opposite side of the bed. There was a man laying there, in armored clothes, HDA labeled proudly in yellow on the back and left arm. He was on his stomach, face away from me. He bled from his ears, evident of the trail leading to them.

Oh yeah, I forgot, I killed a guy.

"...I lost all ambition, for worldly acclaim, I just want to be the one you love..."

I reached tiredly for my nightstand, grabbing my electronic cigarette. I took a drag and blew the smoke in the air, it curling and swelling in the morning light.

I sighed and sat up, turning and sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down the hall. I got up, cracking my neck as I walked to the hall.

"I don't want to set to set the world on fire honey. I love you too much..."

As I entered the hall I saw my bathroom door, another of those HDA men hanging through it. He moaned weakly and looked up at me, face bruised and beaten. Not reacting in the slightest, I took my free hand and punched him in the face, the man being knocked out once more and going limp, hanging through the door.

I stepped over the bodies of HDA men, though definitely not ignoring the opportunity to step on their fingers. I got to my dining room table, sitting at the table and propping my legs up. The amount of bullet holes that were in the table itself caused it to collapse under my legs. I cursed loudly.

"...I just want to start a flame in your heart!"

The song finished, and the clock radio turned off. I stared at my collapsed table.

"Just when I finish my breakfast nook..." I comment, standing up. I needed food, and I definitely needed a shower.

Not going to go into detail about my shower, I will tell you I had to knock the door guy out again during it. I put on my clothes, trying to look decent as I can be, being as chubby as I am. I didn't have much money, I remembered.

I took the wallets of the men who attacked me (the dead ones, at least), taking out the cash they had. Hey, they wouldn't need it anymore, and they were the ones who attacked me. Least they could do was give me a bit of compensation, right?

I don't need you to judge me.

I picked up the bathroom door guy, and picked up the other unconscious man with his head slammed on the stove, and carried them out onto the fire escape.

My cat, Oliver, meowed at me. The small Siamese cat looked at me, strolling to me and nuzzling my thigh. I scratched his head and stepped off the fire escape and onto another building, running across it and jumping off the edge to the next building.