The next morning Eli found himself in the bed of his new home, one provided by good ole Stewie. He replayed the events of the night before, a bar, a pretty dime a dozen blonde, and a bottle of Whiskey made up the night. The blonde was still in his bed.
He got up and put his pants on before he started walking around the house. As he walked into the kitchen he noticed that his new personal assistant Eva Adams was already. Truthfully he thought he fired her last. He wasn't all that big on the idea of having a personal assistant that might object to his methods. "What are you doing you hear? Didn't I fire you last night?" Eli asked as he reached for a pack of cigarettes and poured himself three fingers of whiskey from a bottle he left out from the night before.
"You did, but you were drunk and OH MY G-D WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?" She shrieked as she turned to face him.
Eli had a body full if scares. Bullet wounds, stab wounds were among the few he carried. There was one that just refused to heal even after six months , even now it was bleeding and ached. He simply used his powers to light his cigarette and then placed an erupted hand over the wound to burn it shut. The smell of burning flesh or the sight of it must have been more than she could handle. Eli watched as she ran to the sink and threw up.
"I was in the Rangers before I became a meta." He took a long draw and held it before exhaling. "That and time as merc, as much as metas don't wanna admit it, we die just as the same as the humans do." He pointed to the wound he just sealed shut."This one just don't wanna heal for some reason." His tone was blase, it was almost alarming. "When your done making a fool of yourself, you can tell me what's the powers that be have for me today."
She turned her head disgusted with his actions and her own. Eli chuckled before speaking again. "What's that, you taken by a vision?"
"Something is very wrong with you Eli. How can you just burn your own flesh!?" There was a mild horror in her voice.
"Well, when you get shot or stabbed and people are trying to kill you. You do what have to when the need comes. Over time you just get used to it I guess. Hell burning people alive hasn't bothered me in... Almost ten years now... I wonder how many people I have reduced to nothing but ashes."
"You're a fucking monster!" Eva Adams barked.
"Monster, sick and twisted, shitkicker, asshole, potatoe, pototto, its all the same to me. At least I don't hide or run from." Eli countered back.
With a look that wasn't far off from saying Eli should be burned at the stake she informed him of what she knew thus far. "One of the higher ups want you to escort them somewhere. Its a pretty big deal but that's all I know."
"Yay, a date with spenster. How lucky am I am?" His cigarette was almost gone. Closing his fist around it around it and erupting his hand the remains were gone in less than a second. He downed his three fingers of whiskey and poured another."Well call that girl a cab. I also need you to run out and get me some clothes."
"Mr.Stewart had me trained as a valet, I've already taken the liberty of picking you up some suits and clothes. They're already in your closet and ready to go. I also had the girls clothes cleaned and they are waiting on her in your room."
"Hot damn, you're good. You're unfired, now clean the damn that damn sink."