Why Did You Have To Choose Me Again? (HuskerDust)

Chapter 8: chasing on the streets of hell

Husk's pov:

I sat there on the sidewalk for a few hours. I preferred to stare at the ground. It made me calm down a little more easily.

My thoughts were running through my head faster than a car race, and so was my blood. Every single part of my body was hurting. But I'm used to feeling pain anyway, so it's not that big of a deal.

I would like a cigarette. I haven't had one in such a long time. I wonder where can I find one. Is everything the same as it has always been, or has something changed since I decided I wanted to "come back" in town? Alastor never let me smoke while I was "gone." He didn't let me go out either. Since my soul belongs to him, there was nothing I could do about it. But now I feel lost. I feel like I've missed too many things. Charlie. Her new hotel. The changes that have taken place in hell.

I think I should go and explore hell a little. I need to take my mind off of this stupid "Angel shit" topic. I've had enough.

I got up and started walking down the street, searching for a better bar or maybe some place where I could perform my magic tricks, hoping I won't remember some tragic events that happened in a certain place along the way.

At first, I didn't see much or so. But then I spotted the Heaven Embassy. It was broken. It didn't work anymore. Since the war happened, I figured everything is better now, but still, overpopulation is an ongoing problem. Oh shit. Charlie. I have to go back and move into her hotel. I think I could continue exploring for a bit longer, tho.. she wouldn't mind, right? I continued walking for a while until I saw something that touched my heart for a second, and it almost made me fall. It was the Jackpot Hotel. The place where I used to work before Alastor decided to help Charlie just for entertainment. I wonder how many things have changed here. I took a deep breath and entered the building.

Shit don't tell me. I'd rather see this place abandoned and destroyed than see who owns this place now and for what. I can't believe. I'm so grossed out. Since when. How. Why did Valentino steal this place. I mean, I abandoned it, but it was still mine! I used to perform magic tricks and play cards. I used to be the nice bartender, I used to take care of this place. I used to do everything! And now I have to see Valentino transform this place into a strip club. Oh fuck's sake now where did Vox come from? I'm too drunk for this. If I just ignore them, could I possibly get out unseen? I don't want to leave beaten up by some stupid asses.

I tried making my way out of the building, thinking of how much I regret entering it in the first place, when I hear someone shouting my name. Obviously, I couldn't get out unnoticed. I should have known.

" Oh, Husker~dear, come here...." Valentino said with a seductive voice. If I don't get out, I might leave this place without one finger or maybe an arm or my head. You never know.

"Oh little pussy demon what brings you here ? Isn't it a little late ?"

"It's a long story.."

"Oh come on ! You know I have all the time in the world if needed! Tell me." He took a drag from his cigarette. Should I tell him? What happens if I don't?

"What if I don't want to?" He started coming closer, releasing some of the smoke right into my face. I started feeling dizzy.

"Then I'll force you to do so." He responded. I feel like someone is controlling my mind. My head hurts worse than it ever did. This pain really is unbearable.

"I... uh... went to a bar.. and.. Angel Dust was there!"

"Oh yes? Tell. Me. More." He said while coming closer and starting putting his arm around my neck while looking straight into my eyes. It was almost like he wanted to strangulate me.