Corrupted Flower

Chapter one

Intoxicated by a flower falling like a tear drop

My love bloomed out of season

The scent of dripping honey

Was sweet

Invaded by its poison

I couldn't stop myself from falling.

From a lark

I plucked the corrupted flower.

"Come on, we should go have some fun for one night!"

"Stanley, i can't! I'm on watch. We can't just go out and drink all night, we have work!"

"But it will be fun! Please Kyle?"

I sigh in defeat and stand up for my commanding officer, running a hand through my red curls. Why did he always have to be so convincing? God dammit if I get caught off watch-

"okay fine, lets go."

"great! We are going to the red light district for sure; there is this dancer, and she is apparently the most amazing woman there!" My best friend had a smirk spread wide across his face and I felt myself blushing crimson.

"Are you serious? Your so immature.." I grumble and grab my satchel unwillingly, letting him drag me out of the crowded market square. I could tell you a million things about that man, Stanley Marsh, but to sum him up the word I would use is passionate. In a bad way, he had ways of making me come out of my work bubble, most of these methods involve alcohol. Yet some how he's my commanding officer? Outrageous.

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We arrive at a late time, but Stan was complaining we were too early, which made me chuckle. I decide to cheer him up by buying him his favourite drink, he doesn't object, and the one drink ends up becoming two, then two more, then three and four and.... I don't recall the rest of the drinks we shared; all I remember is stumbling down to the show theatre the 'Amazing Kenzie' was performing at. My heart was fluttering in my chest like a bunch of butterflies were fighting to escape my small ribcage. Stan, who was about to throw up by the looks of it, was shaking me by the shoulders and telling me how much of a tight ass I was and that I needed to lighten up and come to this place more often. I gently pushed him, (okay maybe I shoved him), in the direction of the nearest gutter so he didn't throw up his intoxicated waste all over my uniform. Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn't have worn my uniform, maybe I shouldn't have come here at all. I am a man of religion! This is sinful, I should go home, rest. I'm already drunk enough. I can't think straight. where am I? I don't have time to ask questions. Its show time.

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The theatre is dimly lit, candles are practically the only source of light available in this place. Sinful men carry their tickets with the some what pride they have left. God will surely condemn them, and I am about to join in on this. I sigh deeply as I leave my pride at the coat rack and hesitantly make my way to my seat with Stan barely making it before collapsing into the dusty velvet seats. I could smell smoke and cheap perfume which makes my nose scrunch up and my stomach churn. I just want to run, to leave this place and never return, pray for forgiveness and carry on refusing my bad influential commanding officers nights out. I'm about to do so, but then I see her. And my heart melts away at the sight of the woman of my dreams. Ours eyes meet and she smiled at me, I smiled back. I called her name, I wasn't the first to call her, and I was seduced.

-

"Stan, who is that woman?" of course I knew the answer; her name was imprinted almost everywhere in the damn district. Yet still I asked, in awe of the goddess I saw before my eyes. Her slender frame somehow maintaining a beautiful figure that she used to her advantage on the wooden stage, her long flowing hair that looked like it had not been brushed in its life, in my focused and wide eyes they looked like each individual piece was spun from pure gold; it had a similar colour to that of gold tinted snow. And her shadowed eyes had their full attention on me. I couldn't move, not unlike other men who handed dollar after dollar and touched her mercilessly, and for that thirty minute performance my heart stopped beating in my chest.

-

When she left the stage, the spell that was cast had broke and I felt an emptiness I couldn't explain even now. I needed to see, be intoxicated even more and never let her out of my sights. Her powder blue eyes had an effect on me I couldn't understand. I craved more, wanted more, needed more.

"Are you even listening?"

I heard a slurred voice beside me speak and I brushed the drunkard off my arm. Besides, i had a dancer to find. I'm sure she would still be here, they'll let me through. They have too. I didn't know whether it was the amount of alcohol that had clouded my brain and taken over my thoughts or the sheer thought and pure will of wanting to see her perfect face again, but i was driven with a confidence I had yet to understand. In the corner of my mind; the only part that hadn't been consumed with sin told me hurtful things that I knew were true, but I was always the persistent type.

-

The confidence had vanished and my heart fluttered with nerves. I'd found her dressing room with subtle ease, and I could hear her soft voice hum a cheerful melody from the other side of the gold painted door frame. This was my moment, I was finally going to meet the woman I knew was destined for me, it was the most intense feeling I could imagine, tight knots filled my stomach and I felt like I was going to throw up. Heck, I probably was going to throw up seeing as I'd drunk so much I could barely stand straight.

I gathered my courage and lifted my trembling arm to knock against the door, but she beat me to it and the door swung open suddenly, causing me to stumble back and fall. Great job Kyle, you've made a huge ass of yourself.