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A multitude of pair of shoes stopped by the open entrance of a shady club. The colorful lights shone brightly, it hurt to even look at.
"This is the place?" A guy sporting a long red scarf asked lowly. He scrutinized the building Infront of him before averting his dark gaze to one of his companions. "Seems dead."
"Yeah...I can't hear anything." Another one, with a hood over his head and black tear-marks running down his face, agreed. He shifted from one foot to the other in anticipation."isn't this supposed to be the loudest club in the area?" He asked.
The second biggest of the club, sporting a blood soaked bandage on his head and a frightening smile. "I can hear the music. But this place reeks of death." Another guy dressed in monochrome clothing and with a red marking under his eye, raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Death?" He turned to look at the last two of the group who stood Infront of all the other. "Boss..? Maybe we're a little late..." He mumbled. The red scarf guy gave a slow nod. "Yeah... he's probably already gone. This magic doesn't feel like his anymore..."
The said magic around the place didn't have the same lightness and funky feeling to it as the person they were looking for.
"No. I'm sure he's here." A glitching voice replied confidently. The owner of the voice wore a dark jacket and had blue tears running down his face. "The codes never lie." The last member, the biggest and most threatening looking of them, had a turquoise eye that shone through his all black appearance, nodded affirmatively.
"Alright boys." He spoke with a low voice. "Let's go in."
There was somebody they should find.
There was no escape. Not from family.
They all looked at the building with determination.
And especially not from THIS family.
'oh take me to your best friend's house, marmalade we're making out yeah!'
Another one fell down, nothing but a soulless cadaver. Blank eyes searched the crowd for any signs of life, yet found none.
It seems some here were good actors.
He leisurely walked away from the one he dropped and to another limp body.
'take me to your best friend house, I loved you then and I love you now!'
The music masked the sounds of anguish coming from the next person he picked up.
Soon both dust and blood coated the colorfully lit room and the dancefloor alike.
He wasted no time, from one person to another, each one of them met the same fate as the room's colors gradually got even brighter and music played louder, to the point of being almost deafening.
He didn't care, he didn't mind it at all. If anything it made things much easier to handle.
'dont leave me tongue tied! Don't wave no goodbye!'
One person remained, he watched carefully as his friend moved away from the last victim. He gulped slightly. Albeit from anticipation rather than anything else. His light eyes remained glued on the colorful individual while his hands gripped the pole he was dancing on earlier tightly.
"Sweetums?" He called out hesitantly. "Maybe we should be leaving, I can sense somebody outside."
"In a sec broseph." Came the reply and he sighed.
Well if he's gonna wait...
His hands both loosened their grip on the pole as the ear-chattering music guided his movements. His jacket sat somewhere near the stage, discarded soon as he stepped up to be the center of attention. He moved with the same grace that stole everyone's attention and allowed his partner to do as he pleased in the forgotten background.
There was a ton of money at the bottom of the dancefloor and on stage from when he was showered with dollar bills while preforming.
They'll have to grab that before leaving-
He slid down sensually, hands touching the platform while his legs remained wrapped loosely around the pole. He watched upside down as his friend fetched his phone out to check something.
"What's wrong?"
"Grab ya stuff bruh, 'bout time we skedaddle from this unrad place."
He nodded slightly, gripping the pole again and professionally lowering his body from his former position. The second his feet touched the ground, he let go and stood up with ease.
"How ya feeling?" The more colorful one of two asked, dusting his jacket off and adjusting his shades.
"I'm fine, love." The other answered, gathering his sleeveless jacket and as much of the money as possible. " Still have some energy left in me." Man that was hefty sum.
"We should definitely eat out after this!" He suggested with a grin which the other mirrored perfectly. "Whatever ya want my broski."
But just as the two turned to leave, the door was blocked.
A few painfully familiar faces appeared Infront of the locked door.
"There you are."