Find Me in the Abyss

Chapter One

"Nikolai!" A voice rang out. "Please! Calm down! It's me!" The voice cried out again but I couldn't see who it was.

Everything was so blurry and out of control.

The next thing I heard was a crunch as my fist connected with something solid.

Two Years Earlier

"So you understand what you have to do then?" The commanding voice of Jay L. Stiener rang out through the room.
The middle aged man sat upon a chair that made him look like a king behind his desk. The wood and silk lining shining from constant cleaning, making his suit look darker than normal as it seemed to blend in with his chair.
He wore huge rings upon his fingers, as if to intimidate anyone from pissing him off, to show off his wealth and the need to brand anyone who dares disrespect him. Which was odd, seeing how the man was constantly surronded by well trained bodyguards that could take anyone out begore they could even lay a finger on Mr. Stiener.

"Yes sir." I said sternly, giving a curt nod to the man in front of me.

"Good. I suggest you start down at his favorite bar. Our client has a strong taste for pretty boys." Stiener smirked, chuckling to himself. "You're dismissed." He grunted, shooing me away with his hand.

Clicking my heels together and giving a small bow towards the middle aged man, I turned on my heel and made my way out of his office.

That is how I found myself a few hours later at a bar just twenty minutes from my apartment. I had showed up an hour before my client to get a feel for the place before he came in.

The bar was dimly lit to give it that ghostly glow. Some sort of oddly calming feeling as some indie/folk song played softly in the background. It felt more of a cafe than a bar littered business men feeling up prostitutes of all sorts of genders.

Trying to keep my drinking to a minimum as I was on the job, didn't go unnoticed.

"Not enjoying your scotch?" A husky, German laced accent asked from my right side.

Turning around to meet the owner of the voice, I was met with icy blues eyes, a shit eating grin, and light blonde hair swept to the side to expose the man's forehead. His neck was covered in make-up in a failed attempt to cover up the hickeys that littered his neck. But in all, the man was overall very handsome.

"Or you not much of a drinker and just came here for some company?" He asked after I had failed to answer his first question, leaning in closer to me.

"Little bit of both." I lied, bring the glass of scotch to my lips and taking a sip.

"The name is Rudy by the way." The man finally introduced himself, rolling the r in his name a little as he spoke. "May I ask what is yours?" He qurstioned, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Nikolai." I replied back, my Russian accent coming out a little bit sttonger than usual.

"I was correct, you're Russian." Rudy smirked, taking the class of scotch from my hand and taking a sip. "You better be careful where you go. Not a lot of people like people like you." He warned, wiggling his hips. "But I won't tell anyone. It be our secret." Rudy continued, winking at me as he took another sip of my drink.

"Oh really?" I asked, starting to get more curious about the boy in front of me. "And how would you do that?"

"I'd punch them." Rudy smirked, proud if his reply.

God, if only he knew who I really was. He would have ran for the hills.