Lucy

Chapter Three

'Really Angie?' Percy sighs in exasperation. Angie had come out of her room wearing a lacy red dress and ridiculously high black heels that still did not allow her to be as tall as Percy.

'Who are you trying to please?' Percy adjusts his denim jacket, feeling underdressed.

'I heard that this club is bad' She said

'Bad?'

'Yeah, like gang members and drug dealers go there' Angie says matter-of-factly.

'Well then why are we going?' Percy's nerves kick in and he feels an urge to pace. Angie walks over to him and touches his arm, looking up into his eyes.

'Because if you aren't willing to risk your life for anything, ever, how ineresting can you really be?' Angie smiles. Percy wasn't sure if he agreed, he was beginning to fear Angie's desicions. He only ever came with her to protect her, but could he even do that? Angie was no doubt better at fighting, both verbally and physically, than he was.

'I think this is a bad idea, you'll get hurt' Percy says.

"Not if I have you around" Angie hugs Percy, bringing him in close "thank you for being around, I know I'm a handful" She laughs a little into his chest. Percy hugs her back, frowning down at her. This doesn't happen often, it's rare they even touch. 

Angie leans her head back to look at him, "You're coming?" she asks with a pout on her lips and puppy dog eyes. Percy nods slowly, and Angie walks outside happily, releasing him from the hug. Percy following close behind, the two of them got in Angie's car and left for the club.

***

As soon as they had arrived at this stupid club, Percy had felt the urge to run away. People didn't really look at him, they looked at Angie, which made him even more worried. They were best friends, they were all they had. 

The club was big and filled to the brim with scantily clad women and scary looking men. Percy stood out like a sore thumb. The club worked in such a way that the men stood on the outside and watched the girls dance, if they were good enough, a man would buy her a drink, and they would leave together, most of the time not by force.

Angie attracted a hulking guy within seconds of her arrival, she let him buy her a drink, and then ignored him until he went away. Percy sat with her at the bar as she drunk, his nerves reaching a new high point when the man who had bought Angie her drink was being let down. He was angry, and Angie couldn't care less. 

In the corner, on the opposite end of the bar, sitting at the biggest table, were Hellhounds. Percy didn't know this, but Angie had hoped she would see them again. Over the loud thrum of terrible music, Angie yelled to Percy that she was going over to them. Percy shook his head and Angie mouthed to him to stay in his seat, that she could handle the gang members on her own.

Percy watched in fear as Angie flirted with the most handsome of the Hellhounds, a drink was provided for her and within minutes she had made about half a dozen "friends", all looking at her hungrily. She drank in their hunger, unaware that they were planning on taking her to wherever it is they live, whether she liked it or not. 

When Percy saw a tall bald Hellhound lower his hand below her back, he stood, debating whether or not to go over there. Angie slapped his hand away and scolded him, Percy didn't know what she was saying, but it made the man angry. He reached for her again and she took a step back. This was when they decided they would leave, with Angie. One of them, a dark haired man with an even darker smile, grabbed her roughly by the arm.

Percy didn't know how, but he was there in an instant.

'Hey!' Percy yelled over the music, surprisingly, he was about as tall as this dark-haired man who had grabbed her. His fear was still there, but it has suppressed itself in order to face this man. A red scar ran from the bottom of his right eye to the corner of his mouth.

Angie stood behind Percy and for once, was quiet. 

'Who the fuck are you?' He asked, getting into to Percy's space. When Percy didn't answer, the scarred man poked him.

'Well? Don't start somethin ya can't finish, mate' He pokes Percy again. 

It was a quick decision, but before Percy could even think of the consequences, he had reached over to the table beside the scarred man, picked up an empty glass and smashed it over the Hellhound's head.

He wasn't phased, in fact, the scarred man made no movement at all, until he punched Percy in the head. 

Everything went black.