2. Abandoned Doll (II) by Sarae

Chapter 2

Tom's P.O.V.

The door of the Floy opened right in front of us. The club was huge – a mix between a nightclub, a pub and a strip club, just on the outskirts of Stuttgart. It was a hotbed of alcohol, sex, dance music and drugs, and it was practically mine. At the bar, the girls I knew... they were dancing in a very deep, intimate way, rubbing their perfect and sensual, almost naked bodies in front of a whole gang of jerks who were desperate to taste a hot and wet pussy. The strobe lights were spinning around in the building, without lingering for just one second in the same place. The music made the walls tremble.

I made my way through the crowd, pushing some pigs aside. A few people just stared at me from a safe distance as their jaws dropped and they drowned into a respectful silence, or rather a fearful one.

"Tom!" One of the girls of the club came up to me. She was wearing an open robe, letting me clearly see her naked body under a see-through lingerie. "Where have you been? These pigs took over the Floy. It's a fucking mess! They destroy everything, they don't pay for drinks, and they even kick the clients out! They harass us! Why!? You can't let them–...!"

"That's why I'm back," I caressed her cheek with my hand, taking that hysteria away for a moment. "Come on, baby. Go call your friends and get them out of here. Clients too. Go!" I pushed her aside, roughly. She glared at me, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "Okay. If you do everything right, I'll give you and your friends a gift later," she showed me a pleased smile and disappeared into the dressing rooms.

"What's with that gift, Tom? I don't think you can fuck twenty girls in one night," Black mocked behind me. He was my only support in that place full of skinheads. We were on the enemy's territory, in the lion's den. Alone.

For now.

"It's something better than that, you'll see. They will appreciate it," I grinned. "There's nothing more vengeful than the Floy's whores,".

We were closer. I could smell it. The stench of pigs that filled the building led me easily to the Real Pig, or in other words, the leader of the herd that believed they were something like the new Nazis, bringing destruction to the world, eliminating all those persons who weren't considered Aryans. That meant slaughtering humans and letting the herd live. Personally, I cared nothing about their plans. The only thing that mattered to me was that they wanted to be the Kings of the World, and I was in their way. And in a very bad mood, to be honest.

And there he was, the Real skinhead, followed by those small piglets that looked at Black and me with fearful, suicidal, eyes. The skinhead was called... what was his name?

"Man, Kaulitz! What a wonderful surprise! What brings you here, Captain?"

Ah, yeah. He called himself The Führer, although I used to call him Pig with airs and graces that believes he can fly. It'd be a nice title for a Disney movie.

This guy was ugly, bald, huge and had a goatee that reminded me of the black guy from the A team.

"You know, business, Heil Hitler," I did a faint imitation of the Nazi wave that made him laugh. One of his teeth wobbled in his mouth. I walked up his way and sat comfortably next to him on the couch. Black stood there in silence, ignoring the look of disdain the skinheads were giving him.

He was already used to it. Being Jewish in Germany was still something hard to take.

"Where have you been all this time, Captain? We were beginning to miss you," he spoke, briefly focusing on me. I didn't even look him in the eyes. His breath bothered me.

"So, you won't even offer me a beer? Your hospitality leaves a lot to think." Actually, I didn't want a beer. I was just trying to get a little more time, so that everybody but the Aryans could get out of the club.