Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Act II, Chapter XVI: The Fire, The Flames, and The Fame

Approx. 9:53 PM, 7 minutes to Rory's party.

I got home and only had the time to change. I was going to be at least 20 minutes late to Cal's, but I like to make an entrance, so being fashionably late wouldn't be such a bad thing. The last time I visited Cal's house, it was filled with pointless ornaments and vases, each to their own more expensive than the last, he was rich, as was his mother. He inherited his grandfather's multi-million dollar oil company, making him the youngest millionaire in the world to get his money from inheritance.

Presumably Alex was already at Cal's, I quickly jumped into mum's car; a Lotus Exige, a small but powerful super car that dad had bought her a short while after I was born. I fired it up, revved the engine and off I went, Cal's house was only a 20 minute drive, but in the Lotus it would take a maximum of 10 minutes if I sped on the freeway.

Mum didn't mind me using her car as long as I didn't smash it, I already had my P's as I turned 18 just a few weeks before I met Lucifer.

Driving on the empty freeway gave me time to think of what my plan would be to get McDouchebag into my car and to my forest, the Inferno. I would drug him with Crotalus Horridus venom, commonly known as rattlesnake venom, string him by his feet to the ceiling of the clock tower and put my plan in play.

I would conceal my identity when torturing him, then after I made him suffer, after he endured the unbearable pain, I would allow him to live, just to make him suffer even more, why would I give him the privilege of dying? I would deny him the pleasure of his death, just to watch him suffer. This was going to be fun.

I was now officially three minutes late to Rory's party, but as I said, being fashionably late isn't so bad. I arrive at Cal's, pulling into his driveway, and sounding my horn-the sound ricocheted through the neighbourhood, scaring the birds away and making the dogs bark and howl.

Cal erupts from his house with a cheesy grin on his face and a bruised left eye. He climbs in the back seat and pats me on the shoulder as a friendly 'how ya going' gesture. Alex climbs into the front seat elegantly, though it was a tight squeeze she fit easily, she must've been as nimble as a cat.

"What's up with your eye Cal? Did Alex punch you?" I ask jokingly, his face gave me the answer; yes. He probably tried to advance on her like he does to every girl, he is a stubborn bastard never taking no for an answer and as a result: Alex had thumped him, teaching him a lesson.

I put the Lotus in gear and sped off to Rory's party, it was silent for a brief minute then Alex spoke up, destroying the bittersweet silence, the silence was great, listening to the roar of the engine, every rev was extravagant, but the silence was also horrible, we needed to work on our plan to actually get into the joint without being spotted. Presumably there would be about ten of his 'tough-guy' friends at the door acting as if they were top shit security guards, I doubt they could even spell guard.

"So, what's the plan, we just gonna walk in the front door" Alex asked sarcastically, but instead of giving her a sarcastic answer, I nod, because we were going to walk straight through the front door.

As we pulled in to Rory's street we could hear the music blaring already, as we drove closer and closer we saw people on the front yard dancing about like nutcases and the beer flowing out of those cliché red cups you see...oh and lots and lots of vomit, people vomiting everywhere, left, right and centre. The party had only just began 10 minutes ago and about a dozen people most likely had alcohol poisoning.

It was a truly spectacular sight-all these teens drinking, vomiting and dancing just reminds me that no-one here is any different to the stereotypes, no-one is unique, just abiding by the cliché rules of parties.

I go around the block, parking the Lotus where it wouldn't be seen by these drunk idiots so they can't smash it or try and break into it. A thought makes its way into my head, "I won't have to even attempt to drug McDouchebag because he is probably already drunk, but I will still keep the Crotalus Horridus venom in my pocket" I think to myself.

It was dead silent, Alex and Cal waiting for my signal so we could move, were they just lap dogs? Did they know what to do without me? In Cal's case it was different, he would have to wait, he was in the back seat and I would have to get out and let him out, so his attempts of trying to push my seat forward while I was still sitting quietly in the car was futile.

I leap out the car with excitement, I couldn't wait to torture Rory, although I was going to have to wait a couple hours, as we arrived at the front door-yeah, not the best way to go about it when your trying to crash a party but it'll do-his 'tough-guy' mates weren't waiting, weren't being security-also another word they didn't know how to spell-Rory McDouchebag was standing at the door with a guest list, Rory himself.

"Oh this encounter will be fun, I wonder what he'll say or whether he won't say anything at all, just throw a punch" I think emphatically, I was excited now.

"Fuck off Dante, invite only" Rory says calmly, I disregard what he said and push past him and walk into his two storey house, he steps backwards and puts his arm across my chest, stopping me like a security guard-with a lot of practice Rory can actually spell that word.

"I said, Fuck off invite only" he says more aggressive this time though, he was starting to lose it, and that's just what I wanted.

He goes to punch me with his left fist but I counter, punching him in the ribs. Rory would know not to fuck with me, the torture of Rory Evans is drawing closer and closer. Rory Evans, it is your time to face Death, will you survive?