For Those Who Have Heart.

Chapter 1 - For those who have heart.

Harry's POV.

Satans Hollow. The new cool place to be if you were a social outcast. Mixing with other people who think it's cool to be weird. Great. Note sarcasm.

So, how'd I end up here? My best friend hates me. Twat. Raven, my partner in crime, my best friend and god knows what else. She's annoying. I replayed the afternoons events back in my head.

"Harry, you know 'cause you're a complete babe?" Raven chimed at me like a chirpy bird while sitting in my room.

I looked at her exasperatedly and said "no, but I know you're gonna make me do it anyway, you little shit."

She ignored my previous comment and carried on with her request "come to that new Satans Hollow place with me?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me.

I watched her from the corner of my eye until she looked at me expectantly and was about to open her mouth again. "Yes" I cut her short and her green eyes bulged out at me in suprise, although she stayed quite probably not wanting to jinx the situation.

And that is why I am stood here, in a dark, smokey club full of people who look, well for want of a better word...weird. Hey! Don't get me wrong, I fit in perfectly. This couldn't be further than what I expected at all. Knowing Raven, I expected her to drag me to some open mic night where some Amy Lee wannabe would grace the stage and go ahead and kill 'My Immortal'. But no...

The band playimg were AWESOME!

Dead of Ashes? Dawn of Asians? I don't even know their name, I'll have to ask Raven later. I have no idea where she is right now, she shouted something to me half an hour ago about going to 'mosh the fuck out.' I'm really not into that whole 'elbowing people for the fun of it' type of think. Hell, I hate any kind of violence, a lot of people know me as a pacifist to be honest/

Which is why I hated the thing that happened next so much...

First of all, the power cut out and the whole room was plunged into complete and utter darkness. Admittedly. not much darker than it already was, I only noticed because the blinding strobes and fast paced industrial beats had stopped. I couldn't see a think, not even my hand when it was a couple of centimetres in front of my face.

Then, bam! Not literally of course, you fucking idiots, I just mean the power was back. After blinking a few times so I could adjust my eyes to the flashing lights that were going once again, I noticed something. Looking around, it was blatantly obvious that the room had gotten much more crowded...in the space of 30 seconds that the power was off? Impossible. That's impossible. Either my eyes were playing tricks on me or people had just appeared. Or maybe...

"Shit!" I screamed, jumping backwards slightly and stumbling, grabbing onto the bar for support. A loud crash had dragged me away from my conspiracy theories I was forming in my head. I whipped my head in the direction it came from just in time to see the remnants of a glass bottle slide down the wall. What the fuck?

Then, all out riot. I couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. All I could see was fighting and arguing and hear cries of pain and fear...it was my own personal hell. I was so scared I couldn't move from the spot I was stood leaning against the bar. I was gripping on so tightly that my knuckles were white. My eyes were focused straight ahead, undaring the move as I could already feel the tears of fear forming and ready to fall.

By now, the band had stopped playing and staff were running round frantically trying to get people to leave...I didn't pay attention, I couldn't!.

"Sir, please could you evacute the premesis" I heard a staff memeber ask from beside me...by now I was not only scared but also angry. Angry because when I looked around, I noticed that no-one was trying to fight off these crazy fucking maniacs that had invaded!

"Why is no-one helping kick the shit out of these people?! They're wrecking the place and hurting innocent people, it's sick!" I exclaimed in exasperation, my eyes piercing into the worried blue ones of the bartender.

"What people? Sir, are you feeling okay? There's no-one causing these problems, we think a major air vent has been ripped open causing things to fly at and hurt people"

I shook my head violently. No, no! He's completely wrong. Why couldn't he see these people, too?! The people that were hurting the others around me!

I almost jumped a fucking mile when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out quickly hoping it was Raven to tell me she's safe.

Guess what? I was right...obviously. She messaged me telling me to meet her outside. Shaking, I slid the phone back into my pocket and took and deep breath.

"Okay, I can do this!" I egged myself on. I had to man the fuck up.

It was then it happened, someone had appeared in front of me and was dragging me by the forearm through th is rioiting onslaught of vandals. I was so scared I just let him drag me through them, my eyes flickering from one vandal to another. Through the flashing moments of rage and violence, I couldn't help but notice two destictive features about the vandals that were different to normal people. Every single last one of them had black eyes and the most ivory skin I have ever seen, so they obviously weren't your average kinda people. I'd figured that much out in my horror filled moments.

Within seconds I could feel the cool breeze from outside and saw Raven staring at me with wide eyes.

"How'd you get out so quick?" she questioned me.

"I didn't" I replied "this guy helped me" I said pointing to the guy next to me, it was then I realised. Black eyes. Ivory skin. Raven couldn't see him.

Authors note.

OKAY. So, hi. Let us know what you think :D! BY THE WAY. Satans Hollow, is real alternative nightclub, located in Manchester. Just for reference. So this is our first story together, so please let us know, vote, comment, anything. Otherwise we won't write anymore >:D