CLUB NUIT, NEW YORK 8:34PM 🕒
Night life in new york was always the fun party, shades of light lit up the night 🌃, loud music, booze, dancing and the best part, women. Night time was the time to unwind and relax. The stage was packed to the full while the dj did an impressive work with his stereo. The loud music put people in a kind of festive mood. The blast from the ultra large speakers pushed people into weird pose. Men behind women, women behind men, women behind women. The stage was packed and all kind of unsightly activities happened within that small space. A particular guy within had rolled up the short gown on one of the women before humping her hips furiously. The crowd cheered as they watch the pathetic show he was putting on.
On the drinks bar, Lilian and her uncle watching the show with different emotions. Bringing his lips quite close to her ear, her uncle asked "What do you think, little one?" There was an amused smile on his face. Watching them act without any care in the world, she smiled "it's crazy how many of them revert to their most proffesionalized self during the day time. It almost like the environment brings out another part of themselves. Almost like two faces, the rational and organized selves and this..." her slightly wine filled glass pointed to the crowd. Apparently the man was still going causing a few to surround them while acting as far as there morality allowed them. Lilian's uncle smiled " you are a very smart child, a little bit too smart. I'm very proud to have raised you kid."
Lilian stared at her uncle for a bit before her lashes fluttered slightly. "Let's go home before you get too drunk. I wouldn't want you drunk driving. " Turning back, they watched the show for a while before paying the bills. 'Two faces huh', they both thought to themselves before leaving the club.
PARKWAY (NJ) 1:24AM
Blood trailed all the way to the limping figure, his body filled with fresh burns which looked painful and irritable. But he didn't stop, he couldn't knowing that he had to add every distance his burnt and injured body could muster. Blood dripped continously, almost like a pathway directly to him but it wasn't useful as four shadows stood high above him watching. Their naked masculine watched coldly with their tinted green eyes shaded by the night. One of them jumped from the building, landing right above sixth. Sixth quickly rolled forward then jumped forward. His arms digged into a barbed wire but not minding the pain, he jumped over the fenced cage landing in another apartment. Slightly looking back, he saw the four silhouettes, their eyes glowing ominously. One stepped forward, his private part dangling slowly. He charged through the fence reaching for their hunt. Seth ran without abandon hoping to hit the road where he could get a ride. His heart was beating out of his chest widly, he could hear his own heart beat. Reaching for the exit, he tried to jump between two buildings when he suddenly heard Brad's voice "Enough games, get him now!"
Almost immediately one of them glitched beside him, raising both his fist in an interlocked stance. He hit him down between the four storey buildings. He crashed downward from that height. He grunted in pain loudly, he could feel majority of his bones broken especially his left feet, right leg, right arm and both elbows. His back against the floor his face to the dark sky, he screamed so much that who ever heard his voice would cringe in terror.
NEW YORK 9:30PM
A car zoomed pass the lonely highway making breaks and turns at each bend. Inside Lilian and her uncle hummed to the song playing on the speaker. Her uncle slowly turned to her, admiring her slightly pudgy figure. "Why do you keep staring? eyes on the road!"
Smiling he reduced the volume before facing the wheel "Let me tell you a story...." not waiting for her permission he continued "you see, a young man had an idea. It was a business proposal which he presented to many elites. Maybe it was because he was without talent or he was poor, they never gave him audience at every turn, they shut doors at his face and all but he knew that his business would bring in high end profit after few years. With no one to turn to, he met the only person who could help him out. Few years you see, the business encountered a rival which almost brought down the whole process but thankfully it had survived. It only needed a bit of restart funds so he went to meet this man again..... " at this point, lilian had a small frown but maintained her eyes on the road."..... Who helped but he had a deal. It was to sign a contract with seventy percent of the shares to his name. At this point, the firm was already in debt they needed every bit of flow they could get plus he was the only one willing to throw a rope to the sinking ship so reluctantly this contract was made deal before the firm finally got back on track. Why did i tell this story? " He stopped the car, twisting his head to look at her " I know what you've been doing in the office lily and God knows i never wanted it to come to this. " His eyes lost their light looking dead. At this moment, Lilian knew something was wrong. She tried to open the door but to no avail, he had looked all the doors. Calming her nerves, she relaxed on the car seat before closing her eyes." I'm your blood uncle, your only relative. Are you really going to kill me over words on paper?" she muttered. He began to laugh crazily while lilian's face twisted from fear. "words on paper you said...." gigglimg slightly before turning serious again "you're a smart kid, left to me I'll kill you before you become an issue apparently someone wants you more." as soon as he said that, bright headlights lit up, shining on them. Her Uncle left the car walking slowly towards the shadows behind the light. Gasping unevenly, her eyes watched the man that had been like a father. She understood that he had put on a mask around her, this was his true face. A man who chose profit over family. Snapping back to reality, she watched as this figures approached her. She could not escape, the lonely roads. Her uncle had planned this flawlessly. Even if she was to run where would she go, how far could she run. The door to her seat opened, she rushed to push him and probably figure what she could do from there but the man was faster. Before she could make an attempt, he knocked her out cold.
PARKWAY (NJ) 2:00AM
"This guy is more tenacious than a cockroach, if not how the fuck is he still moving." one of Brad team mates scowled. "this bastard was probably trained but has no talent, a pity though. You would have been strong for sure." another said while watching crawl weakly. His body was riddled with burns and blood, even his structure was at an unnatural angle.
"Let me correct that." the third grabbed his arm before forcefully twisting it sideways. The most inhumane scream sixth had ever released burst out of his mouth followed by thick blood and glob. The scene was disgusting 🤢 but Brad and his crew just laughed strongly like they had seen the funniest joke. One of them went to pick up the item while Brad held onto the sixth's dangly figure. "This is for making is chase you punk." Holding by just his arm, Brad smashed Sixth into the nearby wall. His mangled figure turned worse, he looked like an acidified corpse. Sliding down the wall slowly, weak breaths escaped his lips, from the small gap you could see that most of his teeth were gone. His lips had torn a few meters and yet his gaze was clear, dark but clear.
"Faaammilyyy...." a weak lisp escaped his lip. He seemed to have gained lucidity at the very last moment. One of brads crew grunted annoyingly "Oh look, the guy still speaks..... ." annoyed he picked up Sixth by his shoulder not minding the burns that bleeded with every touch. At this point, some bleeding layers of skin had turned white. Holding him up the punk beast drove his arm through his heart, his hand tore through the back holding sixth's heart which few intestines still attached to. Forcefully jerking his hand back, he pulled out Sixth's internal leaving a gaping hole where his heart used to be. Sixth eye's widened as he dropped to the floor. "Let's get the item, we've wasted enough time already."
"Eeerrmmh guys, the boss wasn't able to break the right?" he held up the bloodied artifact. It was like a figurine. There was a twisted circle with a black scaled dragon rolling round the hoop from the bottom left to the top left while its head faced inward, from the bottom right was a lion with eagle spread wings pouncing upward toward the dragon. A few more plates were twisted between the hoops with tiny figures of angels adorning them. Between the dragon and the lion was an orb, it shone with bright golden glow while upper crescent path of it was black with tints of red, blue, purple and pink. The artifact was quite vivid and life-like. The tiny orb between had a crack which thick viscous liquid seeped from. "So if the boss wasn't able to break it, how the f*ck did this stuff crack? "