Creature - |H.S.|

Three

Nova

I finally felt like I could breathe after coming out of the club. The city air rushed into my nostrils and I took a deep breath. Not that the city smelt good, it was just better than the permanent humid and smoky air that filled the club. I would take the unpleasant scent of the city over the club any day.

Mason was sitting on the curb when we found him, hunched over holding his knees to his chest. His back was wet and he seemed to be breathing heavily. He looked terrible and had obviously gotten sick before we met him outside.

"God, what the hell happened?" Judy walks over to him and places a hand on his upper back before peering down at him.

He lifted his head up and his brown eyes were swollen and red. His skin was glistening with sweat and he couldn't seem to even sit up straight. He kept wobbling trying to uphold his balance even while sitting down. His eyes were dark and unrecognizable. I've never seen him like this before.

"I think someone slipped me something," he utters out before dropping his head and letting his stomach empty on the street again. He groans and spits before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

I wince and look at Judy who doesn't seem as worried as me about Mason's drink possibly being spiked. She sighs and pushes some of her dark brown hair over her shoulder before patting his shoulder blade.

"Who the hell spiked your drink?" I ask feeling confused and nervous for Mason. He only shrugs in response before wrapping his arms around his stomach. I've never seen him like this before.

The only person who touched his drink was the bartender, but why would he slip him something? Doesn't he realize he could get thrown in jail for this?

I think back to earlier when Mason and Judy were talking about how all these crazy things happened to people here. Was this part of it? Mason getting drugged by the club's bartender?

"I'm going to call a cab," Judy says before leaving me with Mason and walking down the strip to wave down a taxi.

I walk over to Mason as he groans while keeping his eyes shut. His brown hair was matted to his forehead and strands of hair were poking up in different directions.

Why the hell would this happen to him? And why the hell would the bartender only slip him something and not Judy and I?

I instantly start rubbing his back before he groans and starts heaving again.

"Just let it out," I try to sound supportive as hurries and throws up again on the street. I instantly look away, not wanting to throw up myself. I keep my hand on the top of his back, hoping he throws up everything before getting in the cab.

A few moments later a yellow cab pulls up next to us on the street as Judy runs back over to us, opening the cab door for Mason.

We both stand on either side of him and lift one arm, helping him stand up. He wobbles a bit before gripping the opened cab door. We inch him closer and closer to the backseat making sure he doesn't fall back on the asphalt.

As soon as Judy and I maneuver him into the back seat, I take another look at the club. The music was still loud and people were still lined up to go in. I wondered if these people would still go in if they knew the bartender was spiking their drinks.

My eyes travel up the brick building before I notice someone standing on the roof. The club was close to being 5 stories high, but there was someone standing on the edge. I squinted while looking up before noticing it was in fact Harry staring down at me. His hair drifted in the wind and he slowly crouched down putting his forearms on his knees. He had a serious expression on his face as he ran his hand through his hair.

I felt like I was put under his spell again, but then I remembered what his bartender did to one of my best friends. He lets things like this happen in his club, and doesn't care at all. He probably didn't even care when that one person got their finger sliced off or even when that stripper got shot. I mean hell he kept calling me a stripper, I'm sure he wouldn't give two shits if I was the one who got shot.

I felt angry all of sudden that my best friend was in the back of this cab car suffering. Who the hell does he think he is, letting people get hurt? He's responsible for people getting hurt, yet he doesn't care and somehow the bar is still running.

I notice one of his hands go up, and he starts slowly waving down at me with a big smirk on his face. He knew what happened to Mason, he probably planned all of it. He's cold. He's not even human. He has not one ounce of sympathy.

I feel the anger boiling up inside and I hurry and pull my head away before climbing in the passenger seat of the cab, slamming the door before the cab speeds away.

//

When we arrived at Mason's apartment Judy hopped out telling me she was going to stay with him tonight to monitor him and make sure he didn't get any worse.

Mason did look worse than when we found him outside on the sidewalk. He looked like he hadn't slept in days and he barely had enough energy to climb out of the back of the cab. Luckily he didn't throw up in the cab, but as soon as him and Judy started walking towards the steps, he threw up in the hedges before tumbling forward and losing his balance and landing in the grass.

Judy hurried and grabbed his arm and lifting it so it would rest across her shoulders. She waved over her shoulder at me in the cab before helping him up the stairs to his apartment building.

When the taxi dropped me off at Judy and I's apartment, I instantly felt worn out from tonight. I was still so confused with everything. Why did Harry look so familiar, how was this club able to get away with so much, and was Mason going to be okay?

I went into our shared bathroom before washing my face, feeling like my pores were clogged from all the smoke I came in contact with. I felt better once my face was clean and patted my face dry with a towel.

I then shuffled into my bedroom and undressed, throwing my clothes in the hamper knowing they reeked of smoke too. I slipped into an oversized shirt and climbed into bed.

I felt my mind drift off and I fell asleep dreaming of those familiar green orbs.

Short chapter but there is a lot more to come ;)