Foul Play (OnHold)

PART ONE: The Marked

Prologue:

Being shoved into sweaty bodies while looking for my lame excuse of a friend at a club is not the way I imagined this night to go. Glares and slurred curses follow behind me in the path of angry wasted teens I'm pushed into. Ignoring them I gag and plug my nose from the foul stench of booze and sweat that hangs thickly in the air. Knowing I smell just the same, I turn my attention to a couple whores dancing in front of me and enjoy the view of their shaking asses.

Mmmm. That ass would be great in my shower tonight.

I lick my lips while eyeing the pairs of tits bouncing out of dresses, doing my best to forget the ringing in my ears  and the throbbing in my head which seems to be knocking in time with the pounding of the drums. The ground vibrates beneath my feet, rattling my bones as the hairs on my arms and neck rise slowly. Cheers echo around me when a deep, raspy voice echos throughout the room from the mic on stage.

My breath catches and I slowly peer up at the stage. The dizzying flash of colourful lights blind me momentarily. The voice rings out again and the crowd goes wild.

Fuck. Me. Now.

I can't breathe. Choked on this nagging feeling that I recognize the voice. My dinner does a somersault in my stomach. My knees begin to feel weak, shaking slightly I push towards the doorway on unsteady legs. The familiar shifting of bones cause me to groan and lean against the wall. Gulping I take a shallow breath and release it shakily. Glancing around to make sure no one has seen me.

This is not the place...

The scratching and crunching of bones grinding against each other comes again. I double over in pain, clutching my chest before slumping to the floor. The intense clapping around me seems to become louder, clearer. Which in turn doesn't help the increasing ringing taking over my senses.

You moron! You were supposed to get laid tonight! Not fall apart, what kind of man are you?!

Angrily, I lift myself off the floor and flash a forced charming smile at a couple of smoking hot girls walking past. Using the wall for support I manage to get outside the club door before my vision becomes cloudy around the edges. The terror sets in, knowing it's too late to get back home. I no longer hear anything besides the thrashing of my heart in my chest as the haze over my eyes becomes worse.

Where'd you park the fucking car idiot?

Panicked, I look for my car but can only make out a blur of shapes, one in particular catching my eye. A figure, leaning against a brick wall to my right, holding something in his hand. I get this queasy feeling in my stomach and force my legs to move faster in the other direction, only now noticing the crisp air and light flutter of snowflakes melting along my bare arms and crunching under my boots. I'm so focused on getting to a car I don't see a curb and end up falling face first into a pile of snow.

Smooth Rider. Show the ladies how it's done, why don't you.

I roll over onto my back, shielding my eyes from a bright ass light being shined in my face. "Blind me and you'll fucking-" Tensing, my heart skips a beat and threatens to jump out of my chest. Despite laying in the snow my skin is scorching hot and sizzling, as if the blood is boiling underneath. I feel as if I'm on fire. About to burst into flames from this overwhelming heat that only worsens under the scrutinizing glare of an old friend.

"You'll what Daniel? Bite me?" The sneer in his voice is clear, and full of hate, turning my mouth sour.

"It's great to see you too." Even to my own ears my voice lacks life, only a hint of dry sarcasm drawls off my tongue. He grunts in return, leaning down real close, enough so I can smell the fresh peppermint on his breath. I don't move, waiting for the strike that never comes. Only a slight prick on my finger is the last thing I feel before my vision is blocked by the bottom of a black brief case and polished military boots.

What's a party without Daniel Rider right?

My thoughts seem cloudy and mixed up, unintentionally I feel my body relax, my breathing slows and eyes close.

Fuck, we're screwed

Those are the famous words of the mini devil Rider standing on my head with his arms crossed while his irritating voice echoes in my ear. I know he's right when everything goes black...

A/N

I wanted to apologize for a late update but, it's here now! YAY! Next update will be on time XD don't worry. Anyway...

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