Titanium 💀

Chapter Four: In Cold Blood

Hermione

Her talents are way beyond high school boundaries. Her art is amazing but their message is very disturbing. Makes me wonder how she felt while drawing this. She's just...morbid. Its confusing. She invited the entire group out for drinks tonight on her which is totally awesome. She picked up Leah and I from school in her superb car while blasting heavy metal from the radios. The interior could pay my tuition at college, not to mention the seats are covered in real, thick black leather. The windows were tinted too dark and I could barely see anything outside. By the time we got to the bar, it was way pass our bedtime and Scott stood outside waiting for us to arrive.
"Finally. I thought you guys ditched me," he called to us as we exited the car. The place looked all rundown and old with neon lights and bulbs covered in moth filth swing in the night breeze. The inside was warm and filled with men in leather jackets with bandanas tied around their heads and half naked women slithering up steel poles with their breasts on show. Not my type of place.
"I'll have my usual," Corey ordered as we settled on wooden stools around the bar counters. The bar tender nodded, fist bumping with her.
"And, eh, what of your friends?"
"Bourbon," Leah ordered, boredly scrolling through her phone.
"Some beer would be nice," Scott seemed a bit unsure. We don't even have IDs and yet we are drinking at a bar without a care in the world. The bartender doesn't seem to care either.
I had no idea what to order. (Sigh. Immature, order some iced tea.) Really? (No! I'm being sarcastic. Try some tequila.)
"Um...tequila," I ordered, very unsure. I've never had liquor before and I don't feel comfortable drinking. (Grow up. Its your last year of high school.)
The bartender headed to the shelves and began sliding glasses and bottles onto the counter. I got a glass that shaped like an upside down umbrella. The liquid inside looks pretty harmless. (It is harmless. Its tequila.) That's when I noticed Corey eyeing two men who loitered by the pool tables. Somehow, the two were staring at me in a creepy type of way which made me shiver. (Don't be scared. They just want some fuck.) Language! (Your thinking about language at a time like this?) Well....
The two men looked like they ate the gym for breakfast and were all covered in several mean looking scars, probably from past fights. Every move I made, their eyes followed me and it was getting uncomfortable. I became scared.

Scott

Corey got up from her stool and unzipped her leather jacket. I've never seen her without it so my eyes were glued to her every move. She did remove it, and what was revealed shocked the breath out of me. From the wrist to the the base of her neck on her perfect dark skin were white tattoos. She sported an athletics bra so her perfectly chiselled abs were on show. The tattoos covered them too, even her back. So this is why she always wears a jacket. I also noticed one of those weird tattoos circling one of her eyes. It was usually hidden by her hair that was now caught into a high pony tail. What the hell was she gonna do? My question was answered a second later when she walked over to the two men. Leah didn't pay much attention to anything but the bottle before her while poor Hermione watched in horror. I'd be terrified too if those guys stared at me like I was the most fuckable thing they've ever seen.
"You got a problem with my friend?" Seriously, how could she be so calm?! Though, I'd run for dear life.
"What. Can't we look at a piece of young meat anymore?" The taller of the two folded his heavy arms against his broad chest as if he could knock her down with a single punch. Well, by the looks of it, he can. She's no match for those two.
"Speaking of which," the other butted in. "Pigtails over there looks like the perfect addition to our collection, don't you think, Roger?"
Roger nodded in agreement. "That pretty mouth of hers will fit perfectly around my john."
Somehow, Corey heard enough of what they wanted to do with Hermione. Its quite scary to know these pedophiles are actually serious. I mean, things took a turn for the worst after that! I watched as she grabbed a pool stick from the wall and snapped it over the taller guy's back. She took one of the pieces from the ground and...(Just say it, Scott) impaled the shorter of the two with it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She shoved a fucking pool stick through a man's throat! The other pulled out a large knife from a case on his waist and dove after her. Silly of me to think she's a goner. She kicked his hand, causing him to drop the knife. Maybe I'm seeing things. I only halfed my beer so its probably real. She reached for the knife and sliced at him. I could see the large gash in his throat before he clutched it with his big hands to stop the river of blood spraying onto the floor. A man was sneaking up behind her, but before I could warn her, if I wasn't dumb struck, she shoved him against the nearby wall and punched his face. It would've been normal if her fist didn't go straight through his face, connecting with the wall. I heard a bottle break somewhere then there was this fat biker dude yelling strings of indecent words as he aimed the broken bottle at her in his pursuit. Corey pulled her bloody fist from the dudes face and kicked the approaching biker in his shins. The sound of bone breaking made me want to throw up. The guy fell to his knees, giving her the chance to take the bottle from him. She took a stand behind him and pulled his head back. Leah watched the horrors as if its everyday she sees a high school girl stab at a mans neck with a broken bottle until nothing but flesh flying and blood flowing was normal. I was too stunned to even move a finger. The bartender didn't pay much attention to the massacre happening in his bar. (Now this is action.) You want me to be with a cold blooded murderer?! (Think of it as protection.) You're something else, Eros.
Back to the fight, the knife was embedded in some dead guys forehead. It made a squelching noise when she pulled it out. God, I want to throw up. She threw the knife at a dude and it stuck in his neck, the blade sinking into him like hot fork through butter. I couldn't hold it in anymore and let my lunch free.  By the time I felt good enough to look up, the bar was completely silent and Corey stood in the middle of the bloody bar pulling the knife out of someone she impaled. Hermione was vomiting too and Leah was holding her hair back. There is no coming back from this.

Kill me later but I think I finally can finish my books. I got a job that gives me time enough to type out what my head produces. I'm still here and thank you so much for 500 views. I'm thrilled. I didn't even know this book had that much reads which is inspiring me to finally get back on track. Love you guys.