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SEVEN

𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵. 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

The following Saturday night, the trio were in their usual place, fight club. Camille stood against an old wall, taking long drags out of her cigarette. She enjoyed viewing the fight now, at first, she saw them as brutal, but now......it was like art.

She watched as her boyfriend took off his red leather jacked, a cigarette between his lips.

"I look around, I see a lot of new faces" Tyler spoke.

The men around Camille laughed, she tried to figure out what was so funny, but she couldn't. She looked them all up and down, making up story's of their lives in her head.

"Shut up!" Tyler roared out, making them do as he said.

Camille let out a small quiet laugh, only heard by those around her, including jack.

"Children" she muttered placing her cigarette back between her lips.

"Which means a lot of people have been breaking the first two rules of fight club" He continued.

Jack looked at Camille and they shared a glance. They looked around seeing the men's nervous faces.

"I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered" Tyler said.

Camille watched her boyfriend slowly walk in circles around the group of men. She enjoyed his speeches, she'd analyse them in her head a lot, remembering bits for later. Camille smiled at their fearfull faces. Although Camille was sweeter than Tyler there is one thing you must not forget about her, she is equally insane as him.

"Goddammit an entire generation pumping gas, or waiting tables. Slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history man, no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀." Tyler said.

Camille shared a look with Tyler, he sent her a wink before turning back around.

"We've all been raised on TV to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowing learning that fact, and we're very, very pissed off" Tyler finished, making all the men shout in agreement.

Camille nodded at her boyfriend, blowing a kiss. As she whipped her head around to talk to Jack she caught eyes with a bleached blonde boy. He smirked at her, he actually smirked at 𝗵𝗲𝗿.

She gulped, men always made her feel uncomfortable by small gestures, it was something she couldn't control.

"First rule of fight club is, do not talk about-

Suddenly the door fork above opened up, catching Camille from her deep thoughts. A man walked down followed by what looked like his bodyguard.

Camille looked at jacks face to see if he knew the man, but he seemed to be just as confused as her.

"Who are you?" Tyler boldly asked.

"Who am I?" The man replied with a deep New York accent.

"Yeah" Tyler replied.

"There's a sign on the front that says Lou's tavern, I'm fucking Lou." The man replied, clearly pissed off.

"Who the fuck are you?" Lou added.