Layla, a gifted vocalist with the ability to secretly control sound waves, seeks solace on stage in the busy subterranean club lit up by neon lights. Skreamer, a rough member of the Tower Boys gang, notices her captivating the audience with her pier...
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Layla's POV:
The underground club was buzzing with energy. Neon lights flickered, casting a colorful glow over the sea of dancing bodies.I looked at the crowd in the club and got nervous; my eyes flicked yellow for a brief second before I went out on stage. I stood on the small stage, microphone in hand, as the band played the intro to my song. I closed my eyes, feeling the vibrations of the music flow through me. This was my sanctuary, where I could let my powers blend seamlessly with her passion for music.
As I started to sing, I subtly manipulated the sound waves, enhancing the notes, making the music resonate deeper within the audience, and putting them in a trance. I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd, my gaze settling on a tall, semi-muscular guy at the back. He had an intense look about him, like he was trying to figure something out. He was with a shorter black guy who stood next to him, watching me as well.
Skreamer's POV:
I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, watching the girl on the stage with a keen eye. The club was our usual spot, a place to unwind and maybe rough up a few punters who stepped out of line. You know Tower boys run this thing. But tonight was different. Tonight, this girl was on stage, and there was something off about her singing. Not bad off, just... different. I could feel the music in my bones, more than usual. I furrowed my brow, suspicion gnawing at her.
"Oi, Taze," I called out, nudging my mate who was busy chatting up some girl. "You feelin' that?"
Tazer looked up, confused. "Feelin' what, bruv?"
I jerked my chin towards the stage. "That gyal singin'. Somethin' about her. Like she's usin' powers or somefin'. I think she like you, innit"
Tazer shrugged and chuckled. "Maybe she's just that good."
I wasn't convinced. I decided to stick around after the show, find that gyal and have a little chat.
Layla's POV:
After my set, I stepped off the stage, my heart still pounding from the performance. I had never put a crowd so big in a trance at once. My powers must be getting stronger. I made my way to the bar, hoping to get a drink and relax. As I waited for my order, I felt a presence behind me. Turning around, I found herself face-to-face with the guy who had been watching me all night.
He was even taller up close, with a rough, intimidating demeanor. But there was something in his eyes, a curiosity that made her pause. He was undeniably charming though, he wore a grey Nike tech with a gold chain and smelled amazing.
"You alright?" I asked, with a little more attitude than I wanted, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah, just wonderin' what your deal is," a guy behind him says.
I raised an eyebrow. "My deal?"
The taller guy leaned in closer. "Don't play dumb. That singin' up there." his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.
"You ain't just usin' your voice, are ya?" the shorter guy says
Layla felt a chill run down her spine. She glanced around, making sure no one was listening. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Cut the shit,I saw your eyes," the shorter one growled. "I know powers when I see 'em. You're like me, ain't ya?"
My eyes widened. "Like you? Look, I dont know what you think you saw but its none of your business."
He saw the fear in my eyes and softened my approach, realizing he might have come on too strong. He taps the shorter guy's shoulder and tells him to calm down a bit. "They call me Skreamer. Just wanna know if you're in trouble or somefin'."
I hesitated, then sighed. "I'm Layla. And I'm not looking for trouble. I just want to sing."
The shorter guy nodded slowly. "A'right. You can't be doing that in public though"
"Doing what?" I question playing dumb, I barely know these people. I didnt want to tell them anything. If I know one thing for sure, it's that people in South London love to set each other up. Skreamer chuckled, noticing that im purposely playing dumb.
"Listen though; if you're usin', you're "powers" in public, someone's gonna notice. Might be really bad people." Skreamer says as his deep voice booms through my ears.
I bit my lip. "Look singing is all I have. It's what I'm good at." I said as I got my drink, trying to leave and move out of their way. But they followed right behind me.
Skreamers POVS
I felt a hint of empathy. "Look, we, we can help. Keep you safe. You just gotta trust us." I say, grabbing Layla's arm and forcing her to look at me.
Layla's POV:
I considered his offer. There was something genuine about Skreamer's concern, despite his rough exterior. "Look I dont need any favors from nobody," I said finally. "I'll see you around, yea?"
Skreamer grinned. "Fair enough. You stay safe now, sweetheart."
