Night life~

Chapter 1 ~ Welcoming

On a rainy day, you woke up around the evening, soundly without any sounds in the house. Bringing your torso up into a seated position and hunched over as you looked down at your own hands over the silk blankets that covered your legs before wiggling them a bit to wake up. Sighing softly as another day of waking up alone made you feel fewer emotions, you were used to having some one-night stand. Thinking about it, it had been some time since that was even a need to have. Swinging your legs over to the edge of the bed and pushing yourself up with an upward stretch, popping a few spinal bones, followed by a neck crack. Having to live alone, walking either naked or in Saxx brand tight-fitting boxers was the go too. You had made your way over to the large bay window in your bedroom and looked out seeing that it was raining, sighed once more before turning around to make your way out of the bedroom. The house was spotless, this was something he found peace in.. a clean house is a clear mind. With all the shit that happened in his life, you were thankful to even have a bed to sleep on, let alone a house to yourself. But there was still something he craved yet not found. You were dead inside as you were outside and it showed in your eyes when you'd stare at people. Not many would go against you but when they do, death would await them. As soon as you were in the bathroom, turning the shower on and letting the water run until it was warm, you removed the only piece of clothing on your body, looking at yourself in the mirror for a moment to see if there were any imperfections, none. Your tall stature of 6'4, aged 28 years old with midnight black hair, gold eyes. Your skin was naturally tanned with a full Japanese back piece, chest, and arms along with your left legs and foot tattooed. Your hair was styled to flow with shaved sides,  chest hair, subtle amount. Your body was fit, and athletic since you had been keeping up with your exercise and food intake. 

A few long moments went by when your phone rang on the countertop, stopping your shower given you had already finished washing but kept yourself under the waterfall to relax your muscles a bit more. Reaching for your phone and seeing who the caller was, this made you groan at the sight of one of the employees calling on his personal time. Usually, you'd turn away the call but this was from someone you kinda trusted given he was right about each situation that had happened at either club or gym. "hmm.." was all you stated as you finally answered your phone. "Boss... I know it's early but we have an issue at the club. Can-" His words were soon cut off by a woman screaming. This made you press the end call button on your phone. Emerging out from the steaming bathroom with a towel wrapped snuggly around your hips. Given the weather, taking your car would be a better option than the motorcycle, so you opt for some black ripped jeans, a tight-fitting black shirt, a white jacket, and white shoes. A gold chain and watch to finalize the look before fixing your hair to flow back with an added cologne, not too strong but enough to turn some heads.

With your wallet placed, phone in your pocket, and keys in hand, you'd clicked a button that opened the garage door, revealing his 1990 MazdaRX7 FC, wide body; modified and tuned to specification. Its exterior was all black with tinted windows. Its interior was only a two-seater, red bucket seat with a white engraved "SPARCO" on the headrest. Once you sat in, pressing the clutch and turning the ignition, roaring your engine to life. You took a moment to listen to your car for unfamiliar sounds, yet she was perfect; rumbling through the walls. Fixing yourself before driving out, clicking a button to close it before clicking another to open the gated fence he has. Same process, clicking the same button to close it, fully waiting before finally making his way to the club which took him about 30 minutes. From far, he could tell something was happening because there were a lot of people at the front trying to get in while your bodyguard was able to keep holding them down. This pissed you off, this wasn't some attraction park and you immediately parked at the front revving your engine which backfired through the exhaust system, making a loud pop/gun-like sound. This made everyone stop what they were doing, they recognized the vehicle immediately even before you got out which that was exactly how you liked it. Turning off the car once parked up front and exiting, one of your guards came over to keep others from even looking at your precious work before making your way through the crowd that now parted slowly as you grew closer to the entrance. Your employee that had called met you at the front breathing a little more than usual would stare up at you in worry. You looked down at him as he had a bruise on the side of his face and torn dress shirt. This furrowed your brows inwards with a slight head tilt before pushing your way in only to see very scared women. You turned your head back to him with a questioning glare as he came closer "I- I think someone drugged her.. she beat the crap out of four other employees that tried to calm her and give her something to puke it out but man.. she's strong. What the hell do we do." He spoke out annoyed that his efforts to keep peace and also without having the club getting destroyed, who knows if she had powers herself that no one knew. "Nothing.. let me" you spoke out for the first time that day. You had powers of your own and rarely used them because it took a toll on your body, which is why you kept a clean diet and physical endurance, keeping you strong you... the longer your powers can be used, the more issues will have resulted once you've stopped using them. Your powers were simple actually, you can manipulateany object of any material. Everything for you is a weapon, and this made it easy to grab any metal trays from the server counters to shift them into walls, surrounding yourself and the hallucinating women in front of you. "easy..." was your only word as she took in your form and glowing gold eyes. You could see the women looking around, panicking heavily with screams which resonated along the trays. In her mind, you were a deformed being with multiple arms trying to slash at her. Unsure what type of drug but from her screaming, this was definitely a new kind in the market, and overdoing it would lead to this. Easy prey. Examining her, she had a knife in her hand shaking heavily, and given this situation, the only way to calm her down was to knock her out. With a few careful steps towards her and dodging her swinging hand motions, the plates shifted to wrap around her arms and legs to keep her from moving and let an opening for one of your employees knock her out from behind as you held her in place. In seconds, she went from screaming to silence within seconds. Her body dropped limp to the floor as you released her, eyeing down at her without any emotions. You felt somewhat sorry she fell victim to a new drug but hopefully once she wakes up on the couch they moved her too, and she will be fine. You'd advised your employees to bring a bucket and water along with a female crew member to say by her side for the remainder of her night.

Your employees thanked you profoundly and quickly resumed the nightclub's open hours. Nodding to them before making your way upstairs to your office and grabbing the bottle of bourbon and glass next to it to pour yourself a bottom. Finally taking your jacket off after taking your first sip of the aged bourbon and leaving the jacket on the hook near your desk, you've made your way over with your glass in hand and sat down to finalize some projects you wanted to accomplish, another club west of your current location. 

Without acknowledging, hours have passed without, one of your staff, Steph? Maybe that's her name; who cares.. she brought up one of your diet plates and settled it on your desk before leaving, you can tell she was nervous around you "thanks hun" you stated before pushing away your papers and taking the plate to eat up. Spinning your chair to watch over the club through a one-way window, watching how people would be dancing and enjoying the drinks, chatting, and having some fun. Taking a break was necessary ya know. You kept telling yourself that but with this new shit going around, especially in your club... you wouldn't allow it and it meant speaking to a few people you only spoke to about these kinds of things. 

So much for peace and quiet... 

Here we go again...

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Short story but it's a start to what we come. Thanks for reading<3