Abel Magia & The Two Apprentices

Chapter 8 - Avarice The Assassin

Skhulz could still here the noise from Clint's apartment, that was until he reached the ground floor and thankfully the noise had ceased. Finally Skhulz could hear himself think, but nonetheless he was glad to get out of the flat for he was beginning to get a bit of a headache. At least everyone was having a good time he thought. Clint's parties never let anyone down for the entertainment factor.

 When Skhulz had reached the ground floor, just beside the main door, there were two men from the party kissing each other with a blitz of passion, It was Dan and Savio. Seeing them two reminded Skhulz of a passionate kiss he had on new years eve a few years back. Coincidently the only man Skhulz ever kissed was with Dans ex Darren another prepossessing sight of a man. Both Dan and Savio  were attempting to tickle each others tonsils with there tongues. Then Skhulz looked down and saw there wrists moving, they were feeling each others cocks and getting each other off. Skhulz was tempted to tell them to get a room, but in saying that all the rooms up stairs in Clints had been taken, even Clints, so I guess that was out of the question. Skhulz didn't want to see any more, he didn't want to interrupt there moment of passion,  they showed no sign of stopping on his account, it was as if they didn't even notice he was there. 

Skhulz then went out the main door, giving it a firm push as he went through. From across the street in Jose's bar there was the sound of music, some country band no doubt blaring out classic country tunes. From across the way, Skhulz could see the packed smoking area, there were people talking and laughing and obviously smoking, they all seemed to be having the crack. 

A slight bit of welcoming drizzle began to fall from the sky. Skhulz took delight in the light drizzle and began spinning around on the spot as he looked up to the sky, he was almost tempted to sing singing in the rain, better not he thought, might draw unwanted attention, someone might think him to be weird. Then he walked over toward a small hanger, which provided a bit of shelter so as Skhulz could smoke his spliff. As much as he enjoyed the rain he didn't want his last doobie to get wet.

Looking around the Ghetto Skhulz noticed how alive with activity it was even at this late hour. There were a few drunken lads probably from another party nearby walking about saying "I love you," and so forth, hugging each other, oh what a sight of brotherly love Skhulz thought, they were probably straight and would never hug each other sober, all romantic until someone got hit. Here in the ghetto as alluded to earlier every race mingled whether they got on or not was a different story. Here there were women out selling themselves and drug dealers lurking in the shaddows selling hardcore narcotics to anyone who had cold hard cash, often the customer would go to by cocaine or speed or some substance similar and end up with sodium chloride that kids is the fancy way of saying table salt.  Though around here heroin was a popular choice, junkiees could be seen in door way passages and along corridors still with a needle in there arm. But around here, I would bet you could get anything if you were to delve deep into the seedy underbelly of the ghetto. At the front of the main entrance pacing up and down was guard patrolling his designated zone even he dare not stray to far into the ghetto.

Skhulz was leaning against the wall, peacefully enjoying his spliff inhaling in deeply and savouring the taste and then exhaling out rings of smoke. Out here it was almost quiet, quiet enough for Skhulz to hear himself think at least. What was on Skhulz's mind you ask, everything the universe, the meaning of life but number one was the lady who had the seizure earlier on in the day, at Dunne's stores. Up until now Skhulz had not thought about the obscure lady and the questionable epiphany she had regarding himself, but up until now he had been distracted all night what with general chit chat and drinking. This was the first time he could really truly reflect upon the lady in the supermarket. One question he found himself asking was what if the lady was right. What if Skhulz was in danger.  Maybe he should heed her warning, go back inside and be shrouded by people, surly there would be no danger if he were amidst a crowd of people, right? I'll just go back up to the party he said to himself. He smiled and regained composure of his mind, his headache was not as bad as he had first perceived it to be. I'm going be fine he said to himself. I'm going be fine.