PigSlaughter

Chapter 3: AKT

''Have this to put it on.'' He says as he throws a mask to Moon, which he catches it. It was a pig face with ears, but was actually made out of real pig skin. Was truly disturbing to look at it. It had nice stitches, the mouth was kept together with scalpers.

He was looking at it weirdly at which ,the other, noticed. ''Keep it with you , I'll tell you when to do it.''

''Where are we going?'' Moon asked but got no response, as usually, no questions of his were getting answered.

While all these were happening, the unknown guy was packing different things in a duffle black bag which he didn't bother asking about.

They finally left the house and got into his car. He puts the bag in the back. Both put their seatbelts on and took off. He was driving normally, not looking like they were in a hurry. Moon looked at himself trough the outside side  mirror of the car, the windows were dirty, he could've see his own reflection in the windows better instead.

''How can I call you then?'' Moon turns around from the window looking at the driver.

''However you want.'' Short and not helpful. Moon hums, thinking how could he name him.

''Pig face.'' Moon said half confident but also half scared, but the guy was amused. He was lowkey surprised by the positive reaction.

''Do I add ugly too?'' Moon got his  guts up, to keep going.

''Don't get that confident.''

''I never saw your actual face so maybe I'm right.'' Moon got comfortable , he started to accept it.

''Then you have to trust me when I say I am not ugly'' words at which Moon revealed a smile, the guy notices it and then his eyes run back on the road.

Not after long he suddenly does a turn entering a sketchy neighbourhood. Everything looked grey, with green smoke and old buildings. A lot of scary looking people that seemed confident enough to not mess with. He stops the car. Moon really wished they went with the car till they had to stop.

''Put it on.'' Moon looks surprised at him and then down at his hands where he was holding the mask.

''Also this.'' The guy passes him a dagger. ''Use this if something happens.'' He never could've have his own weapon unless they were training.

He nods and puts the dagger somewhere in his pants and then puts the mask on. It stinked. The guy takes the duffle bag and gets out of the car. Moon hesitated a bit and got out aswell. He did a little run to catch him up.

He was walking confidently at which Moon was really surprised. Everyone around them were weird. Different buildings with neon titles, coloring the ugly place. He couldn't tell if just the mask was the one stinking. He realized all of them were in a way criminals, either did something or just simply knew about this place. If you didn't have connections you were extremely vulnerable. Everyone on the streets didn't feel any shame being public, either selling and buying drugs in middle of street or fighting, threatening eachother  , some robbing  , even sex.

He wasn't ever exposed to underground places so he was a bit terrified, he wanted to grasp into the other's clothes to feel atleast  a bit reassured, him having his own dagger didn't comfort him much.

They finally stop infront of a building after walking for a bit. It was a taller one, made out of bricks, looking old and barely standing on it's own. Then he follows them. Climbs up the entrance stairs going in. Was a club, lights , music, people, alcohol , drugs , cigarettes and not least sex, once again. Inside didn't look at all how he thought. It was more modern, shelfs with all kinds of alcohol, glassese being broke everywhere. They were pushing people out of their way, Moon was struggling keeping up. They kept going trough multiple rooms that were separated by some simple curtains having to deal with same problems, but then they finally reach a hall, which had two people guarding it. A VIP zone.