A painful birth to deception

Chapter 7: Taken Forcefully

The sun was slowly disappearing into the air and making way for the moonlight to approach,granting the sky power to shine light across the entire surroundings .People begun to depart the venue leaving behind only a few of the neighbors to assist in clearing out the already scattered space. It took a while but was manageably completed. Soon the place was cleared out. Only the detective and Amy were left behind. Jackson was nowhere to be found again and this time his actions proved that he didn't want to be found. The detective dropped Amy off at the hotel where she was to spend her last night before being transferred to the shelter.

She rushed into her room and undressed herself before running a hot bath. She relaxed her head against the ends of the bathtub and unfortunately encountered unpleasant thoughts pacing up and down restlessly. Everything about that moment felt undeniably shattered. "I just buried my parents not so long ago, my brother is missing and I was being transferred to a shelter" she mumbled beneath her breathe. It was all just too much to intake. However the warm bath worked its magic and soothed the numbness of her whole body. When she had finished, she dressed her naked body into a warm pair of fluffy pyjamas that her father bought for her on her birthday three years ago and surprisingly she still fitted perfectly in them. 

Jackson had maneuvered himself through the crowded venue earlier on at the burial ceremony to an abandoned looking building further away from town. This was not merely just an abandoned building but a nightclub instead. Horrific incidents occurred timelessly but that never ceased ordinary people from indulging in its delinquent businesses. When the sky soon was deprived of brightness, Jackson ordered a taxi to drop him off at the nightclub which earned itself the name "Silent dawn". It came as no surprise that he assumed it sensible to drown his emotions in alcohol and acquiring levels of high intoxication, but the place he had gone to was an overflowing bucket of bad news.

They were involvements of drug dealings, kidnapping, trafficking as well as dodgy activities and soon Jackson would be caught up in the middle of it all. A few hours flew by and soon the club was being cleared out. Jackson was terribly drunk and could barely stand up on his own two feet. He crawled out at a tortoises pace towards the exit area. This took him some time but eventually after trembling quite a few times he found himself outside in the mists of darkness and quietness. It was as if he'd fallen into an illusion of a dead town in existence. In attempt to demolish the tranquility of its surrounding he began articulating disturbing tunes to a song that lived only in his head with his jaws leaping to the ground uncontrollably as he walked unsteadily. Just as he was buried deep in his quirky sounds, a black shiny BMW revealed with see-through windows came racing from down the street and made a stop right at Jacksons feet.

The movements were majestically quick and in a moment he was thrown into the back of the bonnet by two heavily built men known to be part of a gang. His mumbling and growling was brought to stoppage with a thick rough tape across the one end of his lip to the other. The men were a significant part of the mob gang that murdered his parents. In fact they were the ring leaders of the gang by the name "Serial OutMates". They had been watching Jackson's every move for some weeks now and felt they had a score to settle. They intended to use him for their suspicious business transactions as payment for the actions portrayed by his father hence they felt betrayed by him.