Motionless In White One-Shots

The Upside Down Club (Devin)

The Upside Down Club. They were know all through the city. They started off as a band of stupid kids, but quickly revealed their true colours to us all. They were ruthless. Their leader, especially.
People often criticised their leader for the outfits he wore, the pronouns he preferred, the sexuality he wore on his chest like a badge of honour. However, the people who truly knew him also knew that he was a force greater than god.
I met him on incredibly odd circumstances. I had recently started working at a strange club that was home to the most important hitmen in California. It was called The Vortex, and it was the most exclusive place on earth. If it wasn't for the fact that one of my friends was a bartender there, I'd never have gotten the job. I was told to take care of very select people, however.
I only later found out who those people were.
'Madame! Come sit with us!' I flinched as Chris, one of the first people I had met at the club, called for me from across the room. I cautiously shuffled over to the booth he and his friends were sat at, heart racing the closer I got.
'H-Hi, uh, guys...are you ordering anything?' I stuttered. I was so glad that the part of the club they always sat in had quiet music and civilised people- or as civilised as hitmen could be.
'No, no. I just missed you so much!' Chris seemed oddly happy compared to everybody else. The rest of them seemed so gloomy, like somebody had-
That's when I noticed it.
'I-Is Balz not here today?' I asked, watching as Ricky and Ryan tensed up suddenly.
'No...he got beat...fuckin' Russians got 'im and pumped him full of bullets last night.' Ryan slurred. 'Poor Chris is losin' his damn mind about it...fucker got drunk off his arse before we got here...'
'I thought you guys didn't drink...'
'We don't...but Chris made an exception...' Ricky sighed, resting his head against his hands and eyeing the clothes I had on. 'Say, you haven't met our boss, have you?'
'Boss?'
'Oh, you haven't. You dress a lot like him. I think he's in the private areas, probably getting his brains fucked out like a schoolgirl on prom night.' Ricky's eyes shot past me, locking onto somebody else before giving a subtle nod and then returning his gaze to me. 'You should go find him. Tell him we're gonna get going.'
'U-Uh...o-okay...what does he look like?'
'His name is Ghost. Half black- half green hair, probably wearing something that shows off his arse. You'll know him when you see him.'

After getting permission from my boss to go into the private areas, I stepped into the long hallway, gazing at each of the doors which had signs reading "reserved for:" on them. There were quite a lot to go through, but I eventually found the door that said "reserved for: Ghost". I couldn't hear anything on the other side, so I gently knocked on the large red door. 'Who is it?'
'U-Um...Ricky told me to t-tell you that they were leaving...' I tried my best to speak loudly, but I was terrified. The private areas were reserved for the most important people, bosses and/ or their concubines.
A moment of shuffling passed before the door swung open, revealing an oddly disheveled male with his strangely dyed black and green hair tied behind his head, the sides of his fingernails clotted with dry blood and his eyes burning with absolute rage. He dug his fingers into the doorframe, frightening me enough for me to take a step back. 'Did he say where they were going?'
'N-No...H-He, um...j-just told me that...t-that I should meet you a-and that he was...w-was leaving...um...I-I'm sorry!' I shakily stuttered before turning around and briskly walking away from him. In all honesty, he terrified me. I had gotten to know Chris, Ryan and Ricky, even Balz and they went at a pace. They eased me into their personalities and kept their conversations tamed and quiet until I could handle it. Ghost, however, didn't even think about anything like that. He did things how he wanted to, unlike most of the people I had met.
I stepped back out, my hands shaking violently as I snuck over to where the guys were previously, realising that only Ryan was still there. 'Sorry about gettin' you to tell 'im...if one of us did it, 'e'd kill us.'
'I-It's alright...h-he was scary, though...h-he had...blood on his nails...'
'C'mere.' Ryan instructed, holding his arms out lovingly. I did as he asked sitting down beside him and relaxing as his arms snuck around me, pulling me onto his lap. 'Don't worry 'bout 'im...'e's not'a bad guy...'
'I-I know...is he usually like this?'
'Kinda...'e's good at keepin' it in though. But Balz dyin'...that set 'im off. They were close...Most people who get close to 'im are either tryin'a kill 'im or marry 'im so they can 'ave 'is money...'
'I don't get how anybody would want to be with someone like him...'
'In all honesty, I don't either but's just how things are.'