Wishing Wish

The Dark

When Matt’s car finally stopped in some dark back alley, I thought Matt was playing a prank yet again about the party. I mean, I can't even clearly see my own hands when we got out of the car, and I don’t hear any sound that might entail the location of the party. It’s so quite that the only thing I could here is our breathing. This place is in the middle of nowhere!

“It’s a little dark here.”

“No way, Sherlock.” I rolled my eyes. I heard him chuckle before I felt someone grab my hand and pulled me to start walking. I tried to take it back but it won’t budge. “What the hell!”

“I know my way around here, you don’t.” Gah! I could just see his smirk.

I tried to take my hand back earlier not because I don’t like him guiding me or anything, cause he’s right; and his touch actually felt nice and warm. It’s just that, the instant he held my hand I felt a new sensation ran through me, like I'm being electrified or something; though it still felt nice. Arghh!!! But that's only supposed to happen if you like the person who caused it, and in my case I don't...right?! Be sensible!!! Of course you don't!!! Right?!

Why do I feel like with every passing second I’m spending with him, I’m having the same feelings I did before?! I mentally shook myself.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, and trying my best to push away the sensations he’s making me feel. “Are you really sure we’re in the right place?! Because if I’m not mistaken parties are usually with loud music and people shouting to be heard over the noise.”

“I’m sure.” He chuckled again. “TD usually do their parties on sound-proof buildings.”

“How considerate.” I said dully. I think I heard about that somewhere though. But whatever, they’re still gangsters.

“We’re really not that bad, Anderson.”

“Right, cause you don’t deal with drugs or underground street fighting.” I frowned at the back of his head which I could somehow see with the help of dimly lit bulbs we passed.

“We don’t.” He snorted. “Deal drugs, I mean. Where’d you even hear that?!”

 “Well, gangs usually do that.”

“Not The Dark.” I felt him shrug.

“Of course.” I replied sarcastically. Gangs are all the same, they do anything just to get what they want. I mean, I’m sure even Cicatrices have some tricks in their sleeves as well.

“You should first get to know us well, Anderson. I’m sure you’ll be surprised. You might even want to join.” He turned to me and smiled. I felt myself blush and was so glad the alley is dimly lit.

“L-Like I’d do that!” I somehow managed to say. Somehow that smile intensified the unwanted but nice sensations he’s making me feel at the moment.

He just chuckled. “If ever you change your mind, tell me. It’s not easy to get into TD but I’ll back you up, and the guys too.”

“You mean Joe and the others?! They’re in The Dark too?!” Seriously?! No, wait…of course they’re in The Dark! What do I expect?! That must be where the four of them meet. Me and my slowness. “Don’t answer that.” I immediately added before he can answer.

“We’re here.” He announced as we stopped in front of a small locked door of some kind of storehouse, something like you’d find on seaports.

The building was more than twenty feet high and was so wide I can’t even see the end on either side; well, at least I can’t with only the bulb in front of the door as light source. I can’t imagine what the inside looked like; it must be a two story building or something.