Broken Generation (Sequel to Don't Go)

Prologue

**Two Weeks Later**

The smell of sweat and beer hung heavy in the air, and the large crowd didn't help the smell at all. Shoving against each other, screaming profanities that would make the devil cringe. No, They did not help at all. The dancers on stage were programmed to ignore such things. The only thing that was suppose to catch their attention was the paper.

The green paper. The thing they lived off of.

Hands were waving in the air, waving around the money while they shouted the foul words. The smaller dancer was more likely to take the foul words to heart, more likely to attack. But she wouldn't- because this was one of the coolest jobs she's had yet. Her raven black hair swung around like a weapon, her bangs sticking to her forehead with sweat. Her icy blue eyes seemed to glow underneath the darkness, the only light penetrating the darkness was the strobe lights. Her olive tan skin glowed, as if she thrived here. She wore a sports bra with possibly the worlds shortest shorts ever.

Sweat dripped down her body in such a tantalizing way that made more men want her. Though she was tall, she was slender and overall she attracted more customers- which was good for business.

The woman that spun around the other pole seemed to be relatively similar, but all the while different. Instead of black hair she had hair that was now down to her shoulders, the roots brown while everything else was a silver white. When people first entered the room they always found her hair right there, begging for attention. She had eyes so grey that rain clouds looked humiliating. She had a slender face with high cheekbones, giving her an exotic and foreign look.

She had more muscles than the other woman, better defined as well. They flowed underneath her skin as if she was changing into something else. She had a lighter skin tone than the woman next to her, but she wasn't much lighter. She was accustomed to the shouts and pleas, money flying at her and pretty much everything else. They no longer phased her.

As the music pounded through the room, vibrations running through the ground and her very bones, a man in pressed up against the stage caught her eyes. He was silent, holding a giant wad of money in his hand, and staring at her. He wasn't watching her partner in crime, he was watching her. She caught his chocolate brown eyes, and he smiled wickedly.

"Come here." He mouthed. HIs dark brown hair was odd, but she found it interesting. He had the sides shaved while the middle section was grown out. It was long- too long to put it a mohawk, so he just had it pushed back in a small wave. She couldn't tell very well but she assumed his hair was dark brown, considering it didn't have the shine that Scarlet's, her partner in crime, hair did. She slid down to her knees and crawled forward, her right hand half off the edge of the stage. Her fingers curled around the edge as she stopped a few inches from him. No man dared to touch her when she focused on someone else, for the one time it had happened the man had gone to the hospital and his wife had found out where he had been, and from what the young woman remembered he had gotten a divorce. She hadn't seen him since.

"I want you for the night." He siad, leaning forward to speak directly in her ear. The voice sent chills down her spine as she recognized just who it was. What was he doing here?

"That's a might cost sir, do you have the money needed?" She asked lowly, her tone dripping with fake lust. The man smirked.

"More than enough." He replied and she pulled back enough to stare him in the face. Yes, it really was him. He really was here, standing right in front of her. A hand from the side reached out and wrapped roughly around her upper forearm. She tore her attention from the man in front of her, her head spinning around to glare at the attacker. The man was new here, considering how he acted and she had never seen his face before.

"Rule number one." She said to him, she faintly noticed the body guards pushing towards her. For his safety, not hers.

"No. Touching." She snapped, pulling her arm back while she pulled up her right foot, placing it firmly against his chest. She wore six inch stilettos, a solid black leather that shined in the lights. She wore a tight leather crop top, her stomach left open the nasty air while she wore a tight leather skirt. The man had froze up in fear and the bodyguards had arrived, but they dared not touch the man.

"What is rule number one?" She asked, as if talking to a toddler who had just gotten scolded.

"N-no touching." She smirked devishly, her grey eyes glinting dangerously.

"Correct- no touching the Crimson Queen." She shoved him away with her foot, sending him dying back into the crowd and the guards. She turned her attention back to her customer.

"Are you still up for tonight?" He seemed even more eager.

"It'll be fun breaking you." He said and the woman smirked, reaching forward with her right arm and grabbing his collar, tugging him closer. Tantalizingly closer.

"Your wishes are my command-"

"Brendon. Urie."

** I hope you liked the chapter. So this is just the prologue, and if you guys haven't already noticed all the Crimson's P.O.V. or stuff regarding her are all written by her herself. Also, we were just so happy and excited about the sequel that we had to post this now. However we have decided to post the first chapter on September 6, the day of our Linkin Park concert. We know it's a long time to wait, but if there are enough people pleading to post it sooner we will. Feel free to give me any kind of advice **