Short Stories

Candy

Crowds of people filled the club, lights flashing, people partying. The loud environment full of an ocean of emotions and different kinds of people. All the people influenced by something else in the room, let it be alcohol, music, or each other. Suddenly, a certain person enters the club. The environment quickly changing.

"It's Candy..." People begin to murmur.

"Candy? Seriously?"

People shuffle about, the music has been turned down, people are no longer dancing.

"Eyyyyy! Pinky Pie!" Someone then shouts, everyone in the club lights up, people chattering like birds. It was as if running through a field causing crickets to be quiet and once still the crickets then all begin to chirp.

"Yeah... yeah... lord..." A masculine voice grumbles, his long blonde hair falling down over his shoulders, long bangs falling over the right side of his face. His icy blue eyes wandering over the crowd as he makes his way over to the bar. His heeled boots clang on the hard ground, a rattle from his spiked shoulder pad, and jingle from his earrings could be faintly heard. As he sits down he leans over the counter, propping his chin up under his hand.

"Crow, get me a shot of your strongest stuff..." The blonde huffs, shaking his head to get his bangs out of his face. He lets out a long sigh as he watches the bartender get his drink.

"Long day?" the bartender, apparently named Crow, asks.

"You can say that again... God, people just... Don't cooperate as I wish them to," The blonde replies his eyes then falling to the shot glass the bartender slid over to him.

"This stuff will whip you up, this ones on the house, special for you,"Crow says with a small wink, he sways away to then serve others sitting at the bar. The blonde watches him sway off, his eyes not able to peel away.

"The bastard flirted with me... does he think I'm a girl or is he just straight up gay?" The blonde mumbles to himself, then taking the shot glass and downing the bitter drink within one gulp. His eyes fall back over the crowd of people dancing to the loud music. The electronic bass blasting over the robotic like sounds, somehow, it sounds much better when you're having a good time.

"Eyyyyy Pinkie~" One calls from behind the blonde, he turns in his seat to see who called out to him, his glasses sliding down his face in the process.

"They said you were in a good mood tonight, thought it'd be safe to hold up some chit chat with you," he flips his Mohawk and grins at the blonde.

"Mark, I'm not dealing with your bullshit tonight. They may say I'm in a good mood but I don't really know about myself right now. Someone's caught my eye..." the blonde huffs, pushing his glasses back up on his face. Mark moves closer to the blonde.

"Oh... I see. So your mind is on candy?" Mark smirks, raising his eyebrows. The blonde nods, his gaze hazy as he watches over the crowd. Mark's smirk only widens and he takes his leave, moving off into the crowd. The blonde then turns in his seat to face the bar.

"Hey Bartender~" The blonde calls his eyes glinting.

"Need something?" Crow asks, cleaning a glass as he sways over to the blonde.

"Could I get a little something special...?" The blonde asks with a small smirk. Crow raises his eyebrows curiously with a little smirk.

"Ah, and what would that be?"

"Well, first I must ask... do you like candy?" The blonde asks in a low tone.

"I sure do..." Crow replies in a husky tone. The blonde's smirk only widens.

"Be wary... it's mystery flavored." The blonde chuckles getting up from his spot, Crow chuckles and watches the blonde leave to disappear into the crowd.

~

The whip.
The blood.
The screams.
The moans.
The dirt. The sins.

~

"Candy...~"

"Crow? What is it...?" The blonde grins, pulling on a small leash. Crow walks out, dressed as a stripper with a collar around his neck.

"Candddyy~ Pay attention to me~"

The blonde smirks, brushing his bangs back.

"I'm a little busy at the moment. Don't you see I'm in a meeting?" The blonde asks his eyes adverting from horrified person before him to the figure who stood beside him on a leash.

"Oh... I apologize..." Crow huffs, looking down at the leash his eye twitching, he starts to scratch at his collar.

"So you want me to let go of that alleyway?" The blonde asks the one who sat before him, clicking his tongue impatiently.

"Oh... nevermind..." The figure slowly gets up, his eyes glinting in horror at the blonde before him, his eyes wandering to the leashed man who stood beside the blonde.
He shakes his head and leaves.

The blonde smirks.
"Good Crow~" he purrs, pulling the leashed man over to him and kissing him on the lips. Crow only makes a muffled sound as their lips clashed together. Though as soon as the kiss was created the blonde pushes Crow back, breaking it.

"I'll give you some more attention soon. I promise~" The blonde says silkily, trailing his hand down Crow's torso. Crow merely nods.

~
Manipulative.
Successful.
Painful.
Pleasurable.
Psychopath.

~

"Candy. That's what they called me."

"Candy...?" He looked confused, as he sat there, eying the blonde feminine looking male that sat  before him.

"Yes that is what they used to call me..." He chuckles, wringing his fingers.

"Psychopathic traits are prone in you.
After you...
Described your past events.
Do you intend to stay that way?"

"As long as God keeps me alive.
Because he hasn't killed me yet.
I bet the devil is looking forward to having me.
Maybe that's why I'm not in the ground yet...."

"Or maybe, he's keeping you alive because he sees you can change..."

"Change...?" The blonde tilts his head.

"Why of course. That's why you came to see me. Correct? I know this meeting wasn't forced by someone else."

"Oh... that's right." The blonde chuckles shaking his head.

"Candy...? If you want help you have to change. You'll have to think about life a lot more too. You called because you needed help. You put it all here when you emailed me, and I have what you told me when you called me."

"Yes... I know."

"What would you prefer me to call you as instead of... Candy. Because I know that couldn't be your real name."

"It's Lucif. That's all..." Lucif says, pushing his glasses up and brushing his blonde bangs back out of his face.

"Good, let's begin by getting to know you more. Find interests and hobbies. Cut off the psychopathic world from your head bit by bit."

"Change... alright. I can try."

"Good. Trying is the best thing to hear. I believe in you to make a better life."

"Let's cut off Candy first."

"Lucif. I believe in you. Goodluck."
The therapist smiles. Lucif leans back, opening his mouth to speak.

"So... I went by the name of Candy..."