• BURN ME •

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Dark Room
~ Foreign Figures, Jonny T

Flame

Snow has been gone for three days, three fucking days. He doesn't respond to my calls or those of others, not even those from Luca or Sophia. Nacho looks at me seriously as I sit restlessly on his couch again, "oh brother... you look like shit. Damn it, I can't look at this anymore. I'm going to call Dagger now, then he'll locate Snow through his cell phone." He says, I look up. "Why didn't you do that sooner?" I ask him, Nacho sighs. "I thought Snow was coming back, I thought it wouldn't be that bad. But you look like shit, brother, Snow is important to you. He's damn important to you, and don't lie to me..." I nod. "Yes... he's important to me, I don't want anything to happen to him." I explain, Nacho looks at me, "then make it damn clear to him that you mean it, because you can tell me whatever you want. But what you and Snow have isn't just friends with benefits or some shit like that." He says while writing to Dagger, he's right. What Snow and I have become is more than just friends, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. "Long Beach...he's in Long Beach, I'm calling Draven. You're not going there alone, not into enemy territory." He explains to me, "and now you go home, freshen up and pack a few things, and then we'll go get your boy." He says, my boy? I don't think that's what Snow wants, not after whatever happened. But the idea that he would want to be my boy makes me grin like an idiot.

Nacho remains silent throughout the ride, Draven follows us inconspicuously in his own car. But that's okay, at least that way I have enough time to think. Nacho enters the coordinates into his cell phone and then nods contentedly, "I have an address, but first we'll put our things in the hotel. And no going alone, brother..." Nacho says seriously, although we both know that I'm going to do exactly that, we arrive at the hotel that either Draven or Nacho booked. It looks very inviting, but that doesn't interest me. As soon as I have my room card, I just throw my bag into the room. And then I make my way straight to the address. Nacho and Draven haven't noticed my disappearance. Which is better, at least that's what my frustrated mind thinks. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as I look at the house that belongs to the address. It looks like a fucking rathole, and the area doesn't look much better. There's garbage everywhere and I can even see a few scattered syringes. Why would Snow be here? In a drug den. My pulse quickens. Has he taken something? Did he overdose? I run my hand through my hair and get out of my black SUV. With a blank stare, I walk towards the house and ring the bell. No reaction. I ring the bell again. Still nothing. Fuck, where is he? Meanwhile, I'm knocking on the door which is vibrating incessantly under my fist. Fuck, what if something happened to him? "Can I help you?" asks a guy standing by the neighbor's house. At first, I only see a shadow. Is he dangerous? I straighten up completely and steady my footing, my hand glides to my gun in the waistband of my jeans, he doesn't want to mess with me now. "Do you know where the people who live here are?" I ask him seriously. "Sure, they're at the club." I tilt my head, "which club?" I ask, he takes a step toward me. "Paradise" he says, and now I can see him. But he doesn't look threatening at all, "I think it's better if I just take you there, I wanted to go anyway." He says, I nod and even let this guy in my car. "Nice car, man, is this a Porsche, we need to go right." He says and I turn right.

Confused, I stare at the building, neon lights and graffiti everywhere, "come on, I'll take you in. I know the bouncer..." Dios, what kind of place is this? I follow the guy and the bouncer actually lets us in without asking any questions. I frown, what kind of club is this? Almost everyone is half naked or clothed in lace, leather, or latex. Shit and Snowflake is here, in one, what is this a fetish club? It doesn't matter what kind of club it is, the only thing that matters is to find him. There are all sorts of different people here, even some in full body latex suits or dog looking mask. The lights are dimmed, but not so dark that you can't see anything, almost everywhere is red light. I pay no mind to the questionable interior, I prefer to concentrate on finding Snowflake quickly. I keep looking around and walk through the club, my eyes darting around. Damn it, where is he? I want to keep looking for Snow when something else catches my attention. It doesn't matter what kind of club this is, or what you should call it. The people here don't seem to have any sense of shame, does Snow like that sort of thing? I silently look at one of the couples who are here, they don't seem to have any sense of shame either. Half naked, the woman kneels in front of her husband or whatever he is to her while she sucks his dick devotedly, like she never had done something else in her live. As if they weren't in a fucking crowded club, I tear my eyes away. Mierda, what's going on here? I ignore the other people, or the big St. Andrew's Cross on a little stage. I just concentrate on finding Snowflake. The music is loud and not my cup of tea, but some people still seem to like it. Because many of them are rubbing against each other uninhibitedly on the dance floor, I actually want to look away. Until I see a man with white hair, Snow? I walk towards the dance floor, or at least I try to get through the crowd. Silently, I watch Snow dancing closely with a brunette woman.