The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

FORTY-TWO

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T H I R D P E R S O N

BREATH - The forgotten language of the SOUL.

INHALE

EXHALE

TICK-TOCK

I had always preferred nights over days simply because when the world was asleep, things felt peaceful...Still...many thought it was due to darkness, but really it was because the world was quiet, allowing you to hear and feel wind—breath.

BREATH - The forgotten language of the SOUL.

"Man pass that shit, it's puff pass, not puff puff keep the motherfucker,"

10:53 P.M

The moon gazed down on the parking lot below that was filled with cars, bodies, sounds...

ROWDY CHATTER

LOUD MUSIC

BUSY STREETS

A liquor bottle hitting the floor as a group pregamed next to their car.

Loud laughter from a group of women as their friend almost twists her ankle trying to walk in heels.

A car speeding into the parking lot lights and all with its own music playing.

The scene of a busy club that had only just opened...

There was a long line of people starting at the entrance and trailing back to the latest bird, all waiting to get inside whilst confirming that it was a Friday night, and the ones that felt it the most were the people who were left to control the scene...

An irritated blow of breath

INHALE

EXHALE

TICK-TOCK

"Yow back the fuck up," Tiny called out with a hold of his hand out towards the chest of man at the front of the line, who was trying to bore his way through Tiny's body.

"I'm not tryna spend the entire night out here, man," The man called back with a look towards the heavy door that was being held open by a single brick, and the fact teased the line of people who were desperate to get inside since it gave a small reveal of the scene they craved.

"You gon spend your night out here if you don't step the fuck off," Tiny told him with a point to the white line painted into the concrete paved floor, which the man was supposed to be standing behind.

"Fuck this shit," The man mumbled out frustrated but he listened, taking that step back under the forceful push of a reality of not getting to go in, and Tiny was grateful since it was only him out there tonight.

A quiet breath of relief.

INHALE

EXHALE

Tiny didn't want to get in no kinda physical altercation.

There was a time when every night he fought at least five motherfuckers, but it wasn't like that any more, and he liked that. He had gotten used to a more controlled environment, he had gotten used to a new system of security, a system that involved always having back up close by among other shit, but tonight that system wasn't in play.