Devils Game

Two | Amphingus

Blue, green, and red lights flash into my eyes the instant I walk between the doors. The stench of alcohol dances between my nostrils, my hand flies up to my nose instantly, repulsing the smell.

"Lets go have ourselves a wild night!" Ashton says, flying into the crowd of beautiful women and big, handsome men.

I look around for a lounge, or at least somewhere quieter. My eyes find a corner and a few love couches placed neatly around a keg. Of course. I walk through the mosh pit of people and take a seat on the blood red cushion.

I look around, smiling awkwardly at the people that pass and look at me. They must think Im a freak, sitting here instead of getting wasted. But I don't care. I want nothing to do with getting drunk tonight.

That was, until Ashton pulls me aside and drops a cold beer into my hands.  "I dont want to drink right now, Ashton!" I yell over the loud music being played.

"Oh come on! Just take a sip, and party!" he says, pumping his fist into the air, obviously above the legal intoxication limit.

What the hell, I think and take a sip. The bitter taste meets my tongue and I cringe, immediately regretting the sip. I put the bottle down and head to the bathroom, hopefully some sink water will wash the nasty taste down.

I open the door and walk into the tiny, clean bathroom. Surprisingly, it wasn't dirty, it was nice, even smelled like pumpkins. It was probably because the club has only been open about 3 days, so it hasn't been used very much as I presume.

I turn on the sink and cup the cold water into my mouth, and rinse it out. Better. I take a look into the mirror, fixing my long blonde hair. I sigh and walk out of the bathroom, awaited by loud blasts of music thats indecipherable to me. I walk back over to the love seats and pull out my phone.

"Try it," a tall man in front of me says, I look up at his brown eyes and awe at his chiseled jaw, I give him a confused look and he holds out a pink substance in a shot glass.

"Um, I dont take drinks from strangers..." I say, looking at him.

"Well, I dont have to be a stranger," he says, flashing a perfect white smile, "Im Marcus."

"Nice to meet you, uhm, Marcus. But Im afraid I still cant take that drink."

He rolls his eyes and takes a seat down next to me, rolling up his sleek black tux sleeves, "Why not?" he says.

"Cause, I dont know you. I mean, what if you poisoned that?" I ask.

"Indeed... What if I take a sip out of it first, and then you take a sip?" he says, motioning towards the drink.

Why so eager to get me to drink that? "What even is it?" I ask.

"Amphingus."

"Ampha, what?" I say.

"Amphingus. Its a new drink I made, a mix of scotch, beer, and some lemon, as well as some other secret ingredients but I cant tell you that otherwise you would probably take my idea, its rather good. Not to toot my own horn or anything," he says.

I turn toward him, intrigued,"Alright, Ill try it. Only if you do it first." I say, twirling a piece of my golden hair around my fingers.

He smiles, and takes the pink drink and downs half of it, and hands the rest to me. I gently take the small glass from his big hands and hold it up to my nose, smells good I say, and look back up to him. I smile and down the drink in one gulp, and am meeted by a nice, bubbly taste.

"Is it good?" He says.

"Very, actually... hey, why did you come talk to me? Like out of everyone?" I say, looking around at the people, noticing how almost every woman in here is about 10x prettier than I am.

"You were the most beautiful woman Ive seen all night, and so when I saw you and your group of friends I had to invite you in."

"Oh, so... you were the one that invited all of us in. Do you own this place?" I say.

"Own it, run it, pay for it, yup."

"You think Im beautiful?" I absently say, thinking back to his words.

"And you dont?" He says.

A little taken aback by his words, I force a smile, "Would you maybe, want to dance?" I ask. He gives me a mischievous look, and gets up from his seat and takes my hand in his, and I lead the both of us to the dance floor.

Hours go by and Im finally on my 5th beer, waving it into the air above the crowd surrounding me and Marcus, him with his hand on my waist, guiding our bodies in sync with the music.

"Ashton, mye love," I drunkenly mutter out, throwing my arm around his shoulder to balance me.

"Abby heys, how is you?!" He says, putting his hand down on the table next to him to support himself. He stumbles a little. "Have youve seen uh.... uh.... Jade?!"

"No, I haven't, nots with these two eyez man!" I say, laughing at the sound of my own voice.

"Have you? Man I have never seen before?!" Ashton says, talking to Marcus.

"Does she have black hair and eyes, with a leather jacket on?" He says.

"Yup! Thatsa her! Where she at?" Ashton says.

"I think I saw her with another boy, headed upstairs, want to go check if shes there?" He says, extending his arm out.

"Yes, yes we would vEry much enjoy that," he says, and we start walking up the stairs after Marcus.

He stops in front of a door, and knocks on it three times, and shortly after he opens the door with a room key and pushes it open. He walks into the room, then Ashton, then me.

Its pitch black inside the room and I stumble over something and land on the floor. Someone turns the lights on in the room and I put my hands above my eyes, not being able to adjust to the sudden light change that well.

"Found them," Marcus says with a smile, and looks towards the bed.

I slowly look up at the bed and see what I wish I haven't, my three friends, Justin, Val, and Jade all tied by their wrists, looking dead.

"What is thi-" but before I can finish my words, me and Ashton are suddenly knocked out by a hollow, piece of wood. And greeted by darkness, just like my friends were before us.