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35 - Flashback

Flashback

The man's eyes never wavered from Valentina as she danced on the floor.

Francis was so madly in love with her that he didn't even notice the girl slowly approaching him, drinks in hand.

"Francis..." her sickly-sweet voice made his molars grind against each other but nonetheless turn to the blonde in turquoise now in front of him.

She looked almost identical to his love, and he didn't like that. The only difference he could see was the devil in her eyes.

"Sienna." he spat like it was acid on his tongue and her small smile frowned a little.

She gave him a drink casually and sat on the seat next to him on a stool, fiddling with her hands nervously.

"Francis. I feel so bad for what I did to you so many years ago. It was out of line and extremely creepy that I did that. I wasn't in the best place but now I've been seeing someone and I'm feeling better and have gained the confidence to say this to you. So please accept this apology." she says, which sounds sincere enough.

The gang leader looked down on the girl, not knowing whether he should still trust her even though he could see the supposed regret in her eyes.

"Okay." is the only thing he murmured as the man swirled the glass filled with alcohol in his hand.

The two sat in uncomfortable silence for minutes and with Sienna staring at him intently.

Francis drank some of the alcohol given to him by Sienna to pass by the time. Burning his throat as he swallowed it and as he did the girl hopped off her chair and excused herself, to go the bathroom or something- he didn't bother to listen.

The glass in hand was large but Francis managed to down within a few minutes. He didn't care about the amount of alcohol he had since there was a sort of immunity with his modified DNA.

But now there was a different burn running throughout him. It was more toxic, and he wasn't sure what to think. It was hard for him to get drunk, but this might do it.

After waiting a minute for the finished drink to set, his vision started to become blurry and the music in the bar room seemed to increase. His head throbbed from the loud booms, and he stumbled out of his seat, wanting to get away from the crowds. The halls were quieter, and it was nice.

The winged man, leaned on the wall, about to light a cigarette. His vision had become blurred, and his hearing was fuzzy, then when he was just about to put it in his mouth, a voice echoed from the door of the bar.

"Francis!" it cooed and when he turned his head it seemed to be Valentina.

"Angel?" he questioned, and she hummed in response leaning into his arms and he pecked her on the head with a kiss noticing that she smelled more sickening, probably from the girls that brought her to the dance floor.

Suddenly the girl pounced on him and kissed him passionately, him reluctantly doing the same back to her. She hung her arms around his neck and then pulled away, suggesting to go into the bedroom and lay down.

In the back of the gang leader's mind, it was warning him not to go, but in his drunken state, he followed her and pulled her onto the bed, kissing her deeper. The kisses trailed down to her neck and he didn't stop as he heard the door of the room creak open.

Out of the corner of the man's eyes, he saw the same turquoise dress being worn by the girl he was on top of. The woman stood weakly at the sight of them, the faint glint of tears rolling down her face.