Deception: NatemarexReader

Chapter 7: Amy

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You kept pushing yourself away from wherever the heck you were, passing by colorful murals spray painted on concrete bricks representing tragedy. If you had the energy to let out tears, an entire country would have water for the next month.
Your phone was gone, you have no idea where anything is, and it's one in the morning.

Great.

The anticipating thought of if someone was watching or following you led you down the deep hole of insanity. You have two options: Walk about 5 miles just to get to a populated area or hitchhike with a 70 out of 100 percent chance of getting kidnapped again.

Your legs felt exposed and bare with every aching step. The road became your only guide throughout this escape route.

The compass you followed was the sound of feet stomping and overbearing music being blasted out the door.
Further down the road, there were a few group of people in inappropriate outfits with a few bottles of beer with them.

Nothing made sense when they spoke, and their feet were twisting and turning towards the sidewalk.
"Excuse me!" You instantly regretting grabbing their attention when one of the older woman of the group runs up to you at full speed.

Before you had the chance to do anything, the woman pulls you to the ground on top of her. Her low cut violet dress didn't help the fact that her chest was an inch away from your nose.

"Hey, there," she hiccups a few times before swallowing some of the alcohol still lingering in her throat, "You sexy son of a beast. Betty looked a little bit hotter but she was a player anyway. You smell like raspberries though."

'What the-'

"Nancy! Stop being thirsty and get over here! I need my meds from Burger King."

She gets off you and towards her obnoxious group of friends once again. You were left alone again. Letting out a loud sigh, you try and find where they might have came from.

You could ask them instead, but they seemed too drunk to understand your situation. The music got louder and louder the farther you walked down the street. Crowds of people appear off in the distance piled outside a club.
The neon pink sign gleamed with hope, spelling out the devil's name.

You proceed to waltz inside the club casually with your totally-real I.D nearly miss an eye catching poster with a bold 'MISSING' at the top.

A recent picture of Viola Parker was glued above a description of last sighting, reward, etc.

Directly next to her missing poster was Nate's girlfriend.
'I'm so sorry, Nate...'

The photo was crinkled and old. Most likely from a week ago. Your heart was set on finding her, no matter what.

The crystallized doors burst open at the scene. You stare into the massive crowd of gold diggers and hook-ups. The eerie tension between you and the bartender felt nerve-wrecking.

You casually sit in the stool farthest from the person behind the counter. They occasionally glance over at you while they clean a shot glass with a dirty rag. The odds of you being kidnapped when offered a ride were raised to a 65 percent chance.

The waiters could still be an option, but most of them seem too tired to think about driving home.

A tap to the shoulder pulled you out from another day dream. The creepy bartender gazes at you with a confused expression.
"Do you like...want anything to drink?"

"Uh..Just a tap water, please." The bartender nods and walks away from the table. Getting drunk and driving with a stranger was out of the question.

As you wait for your beverage, you scan the area for a potential victim.

Most of the residents in 'The Devil's Hour' were having a couple of drinks, talking about their roommates or sulking in the back of the club with an empty wine glass.

None of them stood out to you. Then, out of the corner of your eye, a cloaked stranger sneaks into the employees only room accompanied by a younger woman with brown hair.

Assuming they were working here, you follow them through those doors. Your hearts stops beating for a second when a loud cry echoes through the frame of the doors. No one reacts to the noise inside, surprisingly. Then again, most of the people here are swallowing down their sorrows and worries.

Your burns started to sting worse than before from the sound of their voice. You lean in closer to listen.

"...Why do you have to keep messing up my plans!"

"I can't stand you! You keeping hurting people for no reason. No wonder-"
The voice gets caught off by a loud slap and a muffled scream.

The bartender finally notices you creepily standing next to the employees only door and shoos you away.

You were so close to finding out the mystery. You couldn't stop now.
Thankfully, the pair walk out the room. One has a look of greed and the other is filled with defeat.

"Excuse me!" You call out the girl facing away from you. She turns to face you with a glare, relaxing when she realizes it's someone unfamiliar. Her hazel eyes stare you down to intimidate you.

"What."
"Sorry to bother you, but could I get a ride from you? I was suppose to drive home with my friend but she kinda ditched me."

Lying wasn't the best solution but it would have been harder to explain your situation to a total stranger.
The woman hesitates and pushes her hair back behind her shoulder. Even though her hair was past her collarbone.

"Sure. I don't see why not." Her laugh lights up the room. Her partner patiently waits outside the club for us.

"My name's Amy, Stranger."