New Short! Character Exposition.

He was looking for her. His boots plodded on the tile, leaving wet marks on the innocent pale, yellow tiles. They were darker in the night, however. Sky poured in a dark roar from the un-curtained windows into the kitchen. He heard no noises that indicated human life. “That brunnete child is not here,” he muttered. He was hardly surprised, as she was smart in ways no human had been before. She could float, for chrissakes.

He went through the left door to her bedroom. The light was on, and clothed the room in a homey yellow light. There were flowers painted on the walls, and a paper heart on the mirror. He walked up to it and read, written in a light blue script, “Love thyself and love thy world.” He gagged mentally. He knew the girl was sweet in real life (sickingly so), but in her ridiculous cause against him and his group, she was a devil and unrelenting.

On the wall by the mirror was a painting that he assumed she had done in her teenage days, when she was dependant on drugs. It was a mass of swirls, angry and pretty, splashed against an even darker background. The oil paint stood off the canvas and looked liquid enough to drink. He didn't know why she still displayed it. He knew enough about her, but she kept one step ahead of him, probably smiling the whole way. She never bent, never stopped, and she had finally caused enough trouble that he was sent her to take care of it. Tiker had better things to do than come after a mopey young woman with too much time on her hands. He had money to gain and power to spend.

He left the room and shut the door, straightening his leather jacket. He didn’t bother to wipe the water up or clean up his disorganizing. He could care less about the mess left in this crazy woman’s apartment. He was out for her life, and that was all.