Pink Scissors (Editing)

Repressed Emotions

                                         Five
No one's P.O.V

The delightful demeanour and tempting heavenly lips of a young man in his 20's were the ultimate fantasy of youngsters in today's generations, their ideal dream of a man especially with regards to young ladies. Claude Hugo.
But this man was taken, true love does prevail over all worldly things someone believes or believed.
Was it the same in his case?
Well, something leads to something.

On a certain Monday of December, he set out to meet an old companion of immature playful memories.
As he stood dumbfounded at the entrance of a fancy night club, down Town.
He pictured his meeting which would probably replay the childhood memories in his head.
He hesitated on the approach of this reunion and to what it would bring him.

There wasn't anything much to worry about...But it was a feeling in his gut.

He wore a brown west coat, over a white shirt and some skinny blue jeans, black boots. Tossed fluffy hair. Bewitching keen eyes. peach silky skin. Protruding worn abs with his steady and pretty frame. The night breeze blowing in on him, the city lights know he's the spotlight.

He walks in picking up wide stares and flirts all over him. The music pumping up loud enough to crack a few nerves.
Heavy metal, plunging in to the dark souls.
Drunk teens, sluttish whores, make outs and sex were a flashing movie at the club.
The neon lights are to hide the ugly reality.
Amidst all of this... Claude strides moving on finding for his reason To be in this shit hole.

The place was definitely not his style, nor his game. He likes classic things.
Now, confused, He needs to inquire. Unfortunetly, no one looked reliably approachable.

''excuse me, where can I find Dan?''

'' WHAT?? Asshole. wanna suck on my meatstick?you got a nice face there''

An insolent drunk man on the dance floor answered. Claude gave off a sly smirk and lowers his torso to whisper.

''you could suck that on your own, by all the fat you got on. You'll surely be able to reach down there''
''WHADDYA SAY,BASTARD! YOU WANNA FIGHT??'' He growls hideously.

The drunkard curls his right hand into a fist to proceed a punch or what it seemed like. The lumps of fat vigorously wobbling.
His attack was pitiful, Claude stopped him with his bare hand, without moving a millimeter.
A glint in Claude's eyes told the fatass that he's not the person he should be messing with.
The resistance so throbbing, the fatass felt. he took a step back shocked, soothing the pain in his right hand.

All eyes were on claude, now. The music stopped.
Only a few people who observe, knew that he had immense strength at stopping the fatass attack.
Claude was cautious of his surroundings, he didn't like trouble.

'' hey. Tony, I know you're drunk. Let's go home now. No more playing games. Mama's waiting. Guys, sorry for the commotion.''

Claude cleans up with a big smile making it seem like the expressionless, cold eyes seconds ago was an illusion.He drags the fat mess outside, still in pain to a corner behind the night club.

''who's tony?''
''your new name''
By the throat, he lifts him off the ground, his body pressed against the wall.
I need answers.

He thought.

''now, tell me where's David?''
''david?!''
A sudden fear blows in on our fat friend here.
David was feared by everyone for various reasons.

*clap* *clap*
''ho,ho,ho. Why look who's here to pay me a visit.''
It was a silhouette, coming in to the light with his profound voice or in simple words an intense, deep voice.
''Dan!''
''yes,me''
Claude, first suprised then puts on a faint smile as he let's down ,Tony.
Tony then runs on to the main road for dear life.