London Dungeon

Chapter Three

~Evilyn's POV~

Perhaps I said it a bit too harsh.
Oops.

-I'm sorry? We fucking saved your worthless, junkie life, and you dare to speak up like that?

Tall, strong looking man in his twenties I'd say, with a sharp, easily recognised, German accent approached me. He smelled like cheap, drugstore beer and Camel cigarettes.

-Hey, Till, keep your place and shut the fuck up.
She has the right to speak up like that, we practically broke into her house man.

The cute ginger stood up and raised his hand in front of this Till dude, forming a light barricade between us, protecting my abdominal area.
Which, by the way, felt like a wall inside of me.

-Okay, that's enough.
Guys, let's go. Leave... uh... whatever name of this young lady is alone and let's go, we don't have the time for your shit, alright?

The third one from their clan stood up from my sofa and took the other two by their shoulders, backing them away.
In all honesty, he was kind of scaring me.
He had this unbelievably pale skin, dark, thick hair falling down his back, and barely some eyebrows.
He was dressed in all black and he had a big reversed pentagram with a goat's head inscribed on it on his shirt.
He also had a necklace with a silver, inverted cross.
Some sort of a Satanic or whatsoever.
He noticed that I was staring, so he cocked his eyebrows and smirked at me. Whatever.

-Hey, you play bass?

He walked up to me and took my black Gibson Flying V bass guitar which was behind me, checking it out from all the sides. I nodded in response.

-This thing is damn sick! I love it.

He murmured while still smirking and playing some song that he probably came up with at that moment.

-Oh, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Cronos, the German dude is Till and the angry ginger over there is Dave.

-Stop calling me a ginger, you retarded moron.

I chuckled at him and Dave returned me with a cute little smile.

-You know, it's nice knowing another bass player around. We bassists should stick together.

Cronos tilted up my chin to his face, but I spanked his arm just as a warning to move. It's not that he was ugly or something, but I just wasn't interested in him.

-Don't touch me.

-Yea Cronos, you heard what she said!

Dave shouted and came closer to us to move Cronos away from me. Then Cronos put the bass back where it was and turned around to Dave.

-You maybe don't like to be called ginger, but the fact that you're always angry can't be denied.

He replied mockingly, earning an angry sigh through nostrils from Dave.

-Conrad, I'd watch out a little if I were you, trust me.

-Woah, watch out, we got a badass over here!

I was switching my sight from Dave's anger that was rising with each second, to Conrad and his man-like, provocating bullshit.
I didn't know Dave at all, but he looked like a man with a really, really bad temper.

-Conrad, I'm serious.

-Boo-hoo David! What are you gonna do, cry?

He made a trail down his right cheek with his index finger and furrowed his eyebrows.
Or whatever they are called in his case.

-Oh, or maybe you're gonna call Till to save you, like you always do?
You fucking fag.

And it happened.
In a matter of seconds.
Dave jumped at Cronos and punched him in the face with such force that he fell on the ground immediately. Dave used that wisely, and started kicking his sides impulsively.

-Dare now to say that, you stupid piece of shit!

Then Cronos managed to pull Dave's leg, so he fell over too.
They were rolling around the room, constantly punching each other so intensely that they were both full of wounds.
Finally, since Till was stronger than these crazy maniacs, he decided to stop them.
He grabbed Cronos, who was punching Dave at that moment, by his arm, and pulled him back that strong that he bumped into the wall really hard.
After that, Dave and Cronos were only heavy breathing while still looking very pissed.

-How many more times today I'll have to separate you two from getting into fights?!

Everyone in the room remained silent, except Dave's and Cronos' heavy breaths.
I may be wrong, but at this moment, Till looked more furious than these crazy ass fuckers together.

-Uhm..guys?

All of the sudden, three pairs of eyes were glued to me, sending me the it's-really-not-the-time-now, look.
Dave on the other hand, seemed a bit softer towards me.

-Yes, Evilyn?

-Can we, uh... Can we all just sit down, crack a few beer bottles down, and just explain some things to one another?

They all sighed and closed their eyes for a moment, probably processing the idea.
Till sat down on the sofa and mumbled something in his mother language, motioning with his arm for Dave and Cronos to lay back as well.

-I think this schönes mädchen might be right, don't you guys too?

Cronos shook his head in agreement, while Dave just snorted in return.
God fucking damn it, he was absolutely adorable.

-You know, Till, it's not quite fair using German phrases all of the sudden.
Not everyone in this room understands you.

I earned a light laugh from and everyone, before some kind of tender silence rushed in.
I was picking the skin around my nails as I desperately waited for someone, anyone, to speak up.

-So.. Did you overdose on purpose?

Till asked me that, showing how sorry he was immediately after he did.

-That's alright, you don't have to feel that stupid for asking me.
You don't know me, what in the world could you ask me?
No, I didn't do it on purpose. I've been a junkie for almost a year now, so I relied on that and thought how nothing will happen if I boost my dose a little.
Guess I was wrong though.

-For a year? Damn, why?

Dave, on the other hand, showed a lot of remorse and pity after asking the question.
Again, he was adorable.

-Is it acceptable if I say that I have no idea?

-Of course, he doesn't give a shit anyways.

-Conrad, man, what the fuck is wrong with you today?! Trust me, I have no intentions to split the two of you again.
You might as well just kill one another and break it once and forever.

I didn't like this Cronos guy at all.
Neither did Till and Dave, at least while they were here.
I gazed my sight to Dave, scanning how he's walking on thin ice towards total explosion.
As I said, a man with a bad temper.

-Dave?

He looked over to me, barely realizing I called him by his name.

-How did you, uhm.. All of you guys meet?

-Oh, the three of us? Man, that's a long, long story...