The Sleek Spectre of The Stadium

Part II

"You look insane smiling like The Joker." Brandon said, embracing Stella as they walked.

Salma diverted her eyes from the pictures they collected and smiled at her friend. It didn't help that cherry-red lipstick flared up her lips "Because I'm happy~" she harmonised. "Divo, you still remember the way, right?" Salma held Brandon's free arm.

"Sure do, mademoiselle!" Divoky sipped the last drop of his soda, crushed the can, and threw it into a bin. 'Krraaang!' The shrill echoed the hollow stadium, vague voices of vehicles and people still reached their ears but there's no human within eye reach and only one lamp every four metres hanging from the hall high ceiling lit their way.

Divoky led the party from the bright path into the dim and shallow corner of the stadium. They didn't own backstage passes and there's no passes of any clusters allowing spectators to meet football players in their locker rooms. Divoky discovered this restricted passage from some dude he met in a bar sometimes ago. He tried it once and he succeeded, but now his idol played in the stadium of his city and also Salma needed something more to gloss over her career in the campus's journalists committee.

Also, because Milo was an easygoing and fun person, unlike most of his square team mates.

So, here they dirtied their footwear on the watery floors, inhaling dust and adorning their bodies with cobwebs through the dark path. They stopped midway and climbed out through a small air vent. Divoky with his herculean body boosted Brandon first. Tara's second, Brandon offered his hand, but she rejected because she's flexible like rubber. Salma's next and she needed to hold her tummy in while Brandon and Tara pulled her. Lastly, Stella hugged Divoky's back, and he leaped into the opening where the rest helped them out. Divoky's muscles slowed him, but he made it through and Stella slid through the easiest.

They found themselves under the seats and cleansed their bodies from the greyish webs, pulling some from their hairs as well, except for Salma. Brandon yelped, "Tarantula on your back!" His fingers crept on Stella's back. The blonde screamed, jumping, kicking and scratching her back. "Just kidding! It's only my hand." Brandon waved his fingers in front of Stella's teary face.

"Oh, you!" Salma embraced Stella. "JOKER!" she flicked Brandon's forehead. The owner giggled while rubbing the pain off. Divoky approached Brandon and bro fisted with him. "Divo! Lead the way! Even the field's lights are off now!" Salma scoped through the seats while she soothed Stella. Divoky saluted and led them again. This time Tara approached Brandon and bro fisted with him, releasing an ultra-soft chuckle.

Now they walked through another dark, small opening, this one was clean. They emerged at the stadium hall again, however no lamps were on. "Wow.... What time is it?" Tara asked. Dark as graves as if they were buried alive, but they could still figure out most of the surroundings.

"Eight, thirty-seven." Brandon turned on the lights on his watch.

"Mine busted at one a.m. The time I got into a bar fight." Divoky akimbo with a grin, Tara punched his waist.

"Let's talk about the bar fight in the car. It's scary here." Stella said, embracing Salma too, as she glanced around the darkness.

So Divoky led the way again, feeling super fearless, leading them without a helping light, but Brandon, Salma and Stella turned on their phone's torches to see better. Tara followed behind, finishing her soda cup.

As the person standing the most front, Divoky saw things vaguely unless the torch-bearers lighted the object. Usual stuff you find in a stadium, benches, bins, vending machines but about seven metres away from him, he glimpsed the silhouette of a tall man. Divoky sighed because other humans existed and also because they reached the non-restricted area, if they met someone other than this area at this time they'd be in trouble. Divoky continued but he stopped in his tracks. The other four stopped next to him.