A figure walks out of the cloudy mist in an alleyway and meets two unsightly men in hoods, guarding a door. Rain pours down giving low visibility but it wasn't enough to cover the moon, which illuminated dense fog. The two men stop the figure in his tracks. As if the night hadn't put them already on edge but someone has also been targeting them recently, they were going to take no chances.
"You're a bit far from home kid, this doesn't look like your type of scene. Get lost." The man says as politely as he planned on getting.
The boy replies, "Donte sent me to see Rose, He pulled out a blood covered green bandana." This was his final request, and I will see to it that it's complete.
The two men lower their heads in respect of Donte a dear friend as the rain washes the scent of blood from the air. "You want to talk to the boss kid don't you think your jumping the gun." One of the guys asks concerned.
"I came to talk to your boss, that's it!" The boy says in a serious manner.
The two men shrug and walk the boy to the side where some stairs lead down to a basement door. Once they opened the door, you could feel the vibrations of rock music, and the scent of alcohol and sex stained the room. The music was loud but not louder than the many girls chained up in cages treating the men who could afford it. The hooded boy was a little disturbed but showed no sign of it. There was a bar to the left and right of the club and a massive dance floor in the middle just before the stage. He knew why he was there and what kind of rats lived in this hole.
The two men guide the kid around the outer rims of this illegal club. Chains litter the ceiling, while all corners of the couches were being used as beds for pleasing sexual desires. Then at the very back of the room there was a balcony which centered itself so it could see the entire club. It was obvious where the boss could be found. Shaking his head in disappointment the kid follows as plenty of young ladies rubbed on him trying to gain his attention. He pushes his way through and stayed focused on the task at hand.
Once they reach the back of the room, one of the two men signal an armed guard at the top of the stairs, the new guard nods and runs out of the boy's sight. They then continue by walking up the stairs to the balcony where armed guards hold the entrance. They scan and check the kid for weapons and come up empty handed before he was presented before the leader of this club and its many higher-ranking gang members.
"Are you Rose of the Jade Skulls?" The hooded child asks.
A lady in the middle of the room turns her chair around to look at this brave, little punk. "What of it, kid? I don't have time to be dealing with little punk asses like yourself. Just state your business and let's get this over with." She sounds on edge, most likely from the random attacks on her gang the last week. Rose was wrapped in a body tight latex leggings which was covered in military straps, and ran up her legs. A black mini skirt that covers her waist and a black crop top to finish it off. A silver necklace with green studs, and jade covered earrings topped off her appearance. She was cute but in the end, this is just business. "Are you going to stand there wasting the air in my room or are you going to tell me what the fuck the problem is!" She demanded.
The boy looks up and from the shadow of his hood reflected two orange rings. A smile also pierces the darkness as if to make a demonic looking face. "This little punk ass, has something for you Rose."
"I tried to play nice but you're wasting my time kid. Maybe you didn't realize this but I was trying to be polite." She pulls out a .45 desert eagle from inside her top and points it at the boy. "You had your chance now, Good bye." The boy suddenly fades into the darkness of the nightclub, disappearing entirely from sight. The guards quickly pull out their own fire arms and slowly sweeping the area. Barrels point all around with flashlights and red laser pointers going every which way. Rose looked meaner than normal as she stood up enraged. "Where did that little fucker go? Find him now. I don't give a damn if he's dead or alive!"
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Unbroken Origin of the Curse
Paranormal"Can you see me?" "Can you hear my cries?" "If your close enough to speak to me, then your good enough!" When madness infects the mind, and poisons the spirits what becomes of you. Will you let your desires consume you or resist temptation? Curse...
