My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

Ladies

Thick red blood coats my hands, my arms, my face. Yet the warm maroon I am painted with is not my own.

A slender figure emerges from the darkness polluting the 'empty' room, their clothes hugging their silhouette tightly.  A tapered blazer swishes behind them, their shiny dress shoes clipping against the wooden floorboards, catching the dim flickers of light behind them. I clutch the handle tightly, my fingers almost melting into the now warm metal, I raise the glimmering item in the air to shine a light onto the figure approaching, and as the light reflects onto the silhouette, it catches a glimpse of a weapon tucked beneath the dress pants tapered to the figures waist. 

I shudder, my body recoiling in dread as the person continues their movements, I open my mouth, ready to yell for my life, yet the person fastens their movement, slapping their hand against my agape mouth, "Shhhhh" they hum into my ear, their voice unfamiliar to me, sending sparks along my spine, "Follow me, do not make a sound." a woman, her voice a melody of  comfort. I trail behind her, her movements swift as she manurers the labyrinth. "Who are-" "Shhh!" I'm interrupted by her low sugary voice once again hushing me as her warm clammy hand latches onto mine.  

Shots ring around my head, the linear corridors feeling unsettlingly liminal, as though I'm peeking into another universe, my body still in this one. I focus on the warmth engulfing my hand, trusting it to lead me to safety, like a mutt hopelessly following her around begging for a scrap of freedom. "Tom!" she yells, her voice bouncing from wall to wall, attracting the attention of one of the men who is stood dead still in the midst of hundreds of bullets, some so close I bet he could hear the lead piercing the very atoms around him. The shooting halts, there once familiar ringing pausing within the second. 

"Tom, care to fucking explain?" A dim light flickers around us, spotlighting her pointing finger like an arrow directing everyones attention to the throbbing burn on my chest. "Amber!" Tom's voice calls back, a chuckle hiding beneath his thick German accent, "Wasn't expecting you two to meet!" He approaches us slowly, his feet dragging along the wooden floor, the odd creak shacking my core. "Angel, be a good girl and come to me." He calls to me, clicking his tongue and bending down slightly as if I were a dog, "No Tom, I thinks she'll stay with me for now." The woman responds, her grip tightening, her thumb grazing my bloody knuckles. 

"I don't want to have to fight you, or worse." Tom's once nonchalant tone goes deadly monotone, any feeling behind his voice flatlining. "You know I'm always happy to fight." As we stand still I take a glance at Amber, her straight auburn hair frizzing by her neck and her porcelain skin catching the glow of the light. "You both have five seconds to make a decision, what happens after those five seconds is decided by you. Five..." Amber stands unmoved as Tom continues his countdown, "Three..." I brace myself, clutching her hand even tighter, my knuckles turning white, "Two... and one." I peel my eyes open even more, watching his every move, flinching at the slow rise and fall of his chest, "Take this, now run." Amber whispers into my ear, shoving the handle of a knife into my hand and pushing me forward, propelling my body towards Tom, I hold the weapon above my head, using the sliver of energy left in me to jam the blade into his side. I turn back, catching the swift movements of Amber disappearing into the dark, into the gunfire. 

"You bitch!" Tom yells, clutching his side, hunching over to relieve the pressure, "How fucking dare you!" He stumbles towards me, his skin growing grey as three of the other men rush to his aid, two escorting him away. The remaining man turns to me, a snarl plastered on his face as he brushes his hands off on his blazer, "Angel, unfortunately you will be coming with us." I raise my knife, yet as I launch myself forward a rope is hooked around my neck from behind, burning my skin as its yanked and tugged, flinging my body to the hard cold floor.