ELECTRIC CHAIR

Take Five

Chapter Four

The snowstorm had finally ceased, leaving behind a hushed, frosted landscape. The streets of Bed-Stuy were draped in a blanket of white, shimmering under the streetlights. Inside the modest apartment on the top floor of a brownstone, Primus lay deeply asleep on his bed, the soft hum of his electric guitar still resonating from earlier.

The room was silent except for the occasional creak of the old building. Primus, curled up beneath the covers, seemed peaceful in his slumber, his breathing steady and even. The heavy snowfall outside had blanketed the city in a serene quiet.

But beneath this calm exterior, Gemi was anything but restful. He had been cooped up for too long, restrained by Primus's recent commitment to celibacy and the rules set by Tammy-rules that had kept Gemi's more chaotic tendencies in check.

Tonight, the end of the storm marked a turning point. Gemi's frustration was palpable. He had been biding his time, respecting Tammy's memory and Primus's grief. But with Tammy gone, the constraints seemed irrelevant, and the allure of the night called to him.
Gemi's voice, slick with frustration and dark humor, cut through the silence. "Well, Primus, it looks like you've had your nap. It's time for me to take the wheel. This place is way too quiet for my taste, and I'm itching for a bit of chaos."

With a sudden jolt, Primus's body stirred. Gemi's control over the limbs was smooth and decisive, as if he were shaking off a shroud of slumber. Primus's eyes fluttered open, only to reveal Gemi's malevolent grin taking over. He slid out of bed with an unsettling fluidity, his movements more confident and purposeful than usual.

Gemi's eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of anticipation and mischief as he rifled through Primus's closet. His gaze settled on a striking purple coat, a splash of color that would make him stand out amidst the muted winter landscape. He pulled it on with a flourish, admiring his reflection in the cracked mirror. "Purple. It's a bit theatrical, but it'll do. Nothing says 'I'm here to shake things up' like a coat that's louder than the storm."

He grabbed his keys and wallet, heading out into the crisp night air. The snow crunched beneath his polished boots as he made his way to the nearest subway station. The city, though still cloaked in snow, was alive with potential. Gemi thrived on danger and chaos, and New York City, with its late-night energy, was the perfect playground.

Descending into the subway, Gemi could feel the hum of the city's rhythm. The flickering lights and distant clamor of trains were a stark contrast to the quiet apartment he'd just left. He could almost taste the excitement in the air.

At the platform, he glanced around, noting the sparse crowd. The late hour and the aftermath of the storm had kept most people indoors. But Gemi was undeterred. He found a spot near the tracks and waited, tapping his foot impatiently. "A quiet night train ride. How quaint. But it's all just a prelude. I've got plans that'll make this place dance."

The train arrived with a rumble, and Gemi boarded, his purple coat a vivid splash of color against the dark interior. He scanned the passengers, each face a potential player in the night's unfolding drama. His mind raced with possibilities-where to find someone as intriguing as Vanessa, where to spark a bit of mischief, and how to make the most of the city's nocturnal offerings.

As the train pulled away from the
station, Gemi's gaze was fixed on the windows, watching the city blur in a mix of neon lights and shadows. The night was young, and he was ready to make his mark.

Gemi's voice, now echoing in Primus's head with an almost celebratory tone, added, "Time to stir things up a bit. Let's see what kind of trouble we can find. After all, a night like this is too good to waste."