Hell's Soul

The bass was everywhere and the entire club bounced to the beat. The women were scantily dressed or leather clad and grinding their hips into very, very happy men. It disgusted Onyx. She was seated at the bar, unhappily drinking her third whisky when the laces of her corset were pulled back and she was forced on her feet.

"What the f-"

"Easy there girl, I was missing you on the dance floor."

Turns out, it had been Onyx's very promiscuous twin that had interrupted her sulking. With matching chocolate brown hair, luminous amber eyes, and strong yet dainty features, it was forever hard to tell them apart.

"C'mmon Nyxie, you promised you were going to try and have dun tonight!"

"I did try, and I failed."

"You danced once!" Sapphire protested.

"And it was enough. You know what, meet me at home."

In one last, futile attempt to make Onyx stay, Sapphire latched onto her sister's arm and pulled a little. "Please! I mean, you can't leave me here alone. We came in one car!"

Grabbing her purse from the bar, Onyx began to rummage through it for the car keys. Seconds later she was handing them to a shocked and slightly hurt Sapphire. Oh well.

"You've been out by yourself before and I'm even leaving you with the car keys. I just wanna go." With  that, she turned away from her sister and distanced herself from the club and the gyrating bodies within it. As she walked away from the dingy establishment- appropriately named Dirty Nights- she began to regret how she acted with her twin. After all, Sapphire had only been trying to get her out of her very cramped shell. Soon enough, Onyx pushed her worries aside. Sapphire would forget about it in less than two drinks and half a dance.

Her steps sounding on the sidewalk, Onyx pushed herself faster. Her own lack of clothing was making her skin extra sensitive to the brisk night and she hated it. She also felt like she was being watched and that was highly likely in the part of town that she was in.  I do not like this, she thought as she crossed yet another street and turned a corner. The feeling of being watched was raiding unwanted goosebumps on her skin and she was becoming desperate for the sanctity of her favorite late night coffee shop that she had decided to go to.

Her unease grew to alarming levels as the wind blew, making rusty fire escapes over her rattle. C'mmon, the place can only be a block away now. With the promise of a warm, french vanilla brew in her mind, she continued on a steady pace. She'd walked half of that block when the wind decided to blow again, bringing with it a cold so fierce, it sank straight to her bones.

Dropping to her knees against the wall of the nearest apartment building, she tried her best at shielding herself from the terrible wind. As the wind began letting up, Onyx heard little whispers in the air. They rushed passed her with the wind and as they grew in volume, so did the wind once more. Soon enough, she was able to discern laughter from the voices. They had to be laughing at her- the curled up ball of terror that she was.

I'm going insane. This can't be happening. No, nothing is happening. Reassured by her own thoughts, she resolved to simply walk away from her little episode. However, she only went so far when the traitorous wind came at her back and knocked her to the ground.

Shocked, as new adrenaline pumped through her veins, she twisted herself into a crab position. Looking around for her assailant, she saw nothing and no one and refused to believe it. 

It can't be just the wind doing this... Impossible.

As if cued by her thoughts, another gust of brutal air landed on top of her and began to suffocate her, the pressure too much to handle. Her vision blurred whilst her lungs burned, desperately clawing at her ribcage for fresh oxygen.

Finally, after a good amount of struggling and realizing she couldn't go on struggling much longer, the force of wind holding her down let her go. She drank in her breaths greedily, never happier for the taste of it. Unfortunately, those breaths were hitched in her throat the second the wind brought to her ears the raspy sound of a promise,

"I'll be waiting."