The sun was rising over New York and Mathias was still logging in his bed,still asleep and certainly not intending to get up on monday, the day that every holy-minded person hated and Mathias well, he was probably so holy-minded that he was still asleep at 8.a.m.His alarm clock had already given up on getting him up, but he was still sleeping embrassed under his sheets.
At the insistent noise, mathias shyly opened his eyes, seemingly fed up with the noise.
And without warning, he smashed the alarm clock in one fell swoop.
It seem that monday had given him this unnatural strength or maybe it was something else and after that he finally decided to get up and pulled back the sheet covering him, "fuck" he exclaimed "another one broken why these thing are so fragile" looking at the mess Mathias feel nothing and just didn't care "well I will buy another one later" without any remorse he get up of his bed and moved to the bathroom.
Still half asleep Mathias search the interrupter and he flicked on the light there his reflection greeted him.
Mathias have the appearance of a man in his 25 or 28 years he ran a hand through his messy black hair revealing his face who was simply astonishing with his red eyes who didn't belong to a human Mathias began to wash his face discarding his clothe his body was tall and muscled he was around 1m80 and his white like pale skin showed scars.
He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake off the remnant of sleep but he couldn't " damn it,why do monday exist" he said but well he knew that if monday didn't exist he will surely curse Tuesday."well Monday or not you still are the first day of the week so fuck you" he cursed
Anyway monday had come' and there was no avoiding it.
As he stepped into the shower, the hot water washed away the fatigue clinging to his body, but strangely he couldn't erase the unease he feel he feel like something was not supposed to be In his body his bone his blood well everywhere."im surely too worried" he said and vanished his feeling.
After finishing up he grabbed the towel and wrapped up it around his waist, making his way back into the room. His phone, miraculously untouched by the destruction buzzed on his nightstand.
8:40a.m
14 call missed from miguel clayton
After seeing the name the face of Mathias began more pale than what it is." Oh shit I'm fucked"