Shorts

I'm Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket

It was a dark and dreary night, but however dreary it seemed, it put Alix in a good mood. Walking down the alleyway to her apartment, she kept her eyes in a constant sweeping motion, checking from right to left, always wanting to avoid trouble as much as possible, though she always seemed to attract people who brought on a messy lifestyle. Making it to her apartment in one piece without any confrontations, she was greeted by a yellow flyer near every door down her hall. Tearing the one off her wall, she unlocked her door and slipped inside. Not thinking much of the notice she set it on the island in her kitchen then got busy making herself dinner. Turning on her speakers, Alix plugged in her iPod and set it to shuffle. Humming to herself while chopping vegetables, she got lost in the preparation of her dinner, and  almost missed hearing her phone ring. She picked it up with a frantic "Hello," hoping she didn't miss the call. 

"There is a storm coming Alix. Brace yourself." and with that the caller hung up.

Worriedly looking around her apartment, Alix realized that she was indeed alone, save for her husky pup, whom was looking up at her expectantly. Remembering the flyer she pulled off her door, she rushed to her counter and picked it up, quickly scanning across the words filling the page. 

It was an address. Her address specifically. Hesitantly she flipped the paper over, almost missing the fine print going around the border of the yellow flyer. 

"We need you. We know what you have done and what you can do." Alix read aloud, stopping when she reached yet another address, this one being unfamiliar to her. The script ended with a time.   20:30. It was now roughly 17:45. She ran to her laptop and put the address into a mapping system and waited for the results to tell her how long it would take her to get there from her current location. A 20 minute walk, she could make that work. 

Finishing making her dinner and then eating the meal, she dressed in black skinny jeans, which she pairs with a black hoodie and layers her leather jacket over. She slips on her loosely done, yet still done enough that she could run without problem, if need be, combat boots and grabs her phone. Just before slipping out the door Alix has a feeling that she might want her laptop at this meeting. she quickly packed the computer and all the accessories she may need into a protective backpack, which she then slung over her shoulders. 

Stepping out into the cold night, Alix stuffed her hand into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out the yellow flyer, rereading the address, assuring her memory was correct, then heads to the direction of said meeting place.She saw the dimly lit building before her, which seemed to be a night club. 

Upon arriving, Alix quickly learned that this was not something that just any one was invited to. She slowly walked towards the two men guarding the door. Looking down at her watch she saw the time, 20:10, early as she hoped. Quickly digging the flyer out of her pocket she rechecked the address, and matched it to the one on the building. 

The men looked down at her, engulfing her with their powerfully menacing aura. 

"Uh, hi. My name is Alix James, and I got this flyer-"She was cut off by one of the men gently taking the flyer from her hand and reading it over. 

Nodding to his partner, he handed Alix the flyer back to Alix and opened the door, holding it for her. "We have been expecting you Ms. James." The man who had not taken her flyer said, escorting her to another set of guards. 

"Could you tell me why I'm here?" She asked softly, almost afraid to break the serious air.

"I'm afraid not ma'am. Please follow me." He said leading her through yet another set of doors, this one leading to what seemed to be the main part o the club.

People were absolutely everywhere, the stench of alcohol filling the room heavily as bodies pressed against one another, in drunken stupors. She saw a group of men siting around of a coffee table, chatting away and sipping around what looked like whiskey. 

"Through here, Ms. James." The guard said, holding a door for her. 

Alix stepped through and looked around at the maroon hallways surrounding her. 

"Hey what's your name dude?" Alix asked the man who was now leading her down the hallway.

"Marlton. Jackson Marlton, that is." He replied quickly. 

"Okay Mr. Marl-"Alix was cut off by him saying,

"It's just Marlton, please." In an almost laughing tone.

"Uh, alright Marlton," Alix drawled, "So what am I doing here?" 

"I think that if you step through this door, your purpose to this establishment will become more than clear." Marlton smiled and opened the door gesturing her through. 

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I'm going to do this in a couple parts ahaha. Anyway

Thanks, lovely.