"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
The screaming gets louder as I run down the staircase towards the club. I'm running so fast that I'm missing every couple of steps, just trying to see what the hell is going on now.
I knew I shouldn't of hired those fucking showgirls after what happened last time. I figured they learned their lesson and would be able to control themselves and not steal men's wallets. They never fucking learn though, and now there's a firing rampage going on. I expected maybe one or two of the girls to get injured, but from the sounds of it, it seems like he's going mad and not just shooting the girls, but anyone in his way.
My feet finally hit the bottom floor and I see the club is a little emptier, but there are still some people who are running around like their heads are cut off.
Jesus Christ this is going to be a fucking hassle.
I look around not hearing the gunshots anymore. The club is silent except for the mayhem surrounding me. People are shoving each other trying to get towards the exit, unaware when another gunshot may fire. There's a few unlucky ones who lay on the ground, obviously hit by the estranged bullets and laying in their own pools of blood.
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"Fuck!" I exclaim while scratching the back of my neck. It looks like a goddamn massacre down here.
Liam runs up to me out of breath, his gun in his hand. "I-I can't find the guy, he must've ran already," he says almost out of breath, hunching over and placing his palms on his knees.
"Fuck, okay. Get the others and take them out of here," I motion towards the ten bodies scattered on the floor. Some of them are whimpering while others lay motionless and still on the ground.
Liam nods and hurries and rushes to get Louis, Zayn, and Niall, leaving me alone in the middle of the club. I bite my lip, surveying the crowd trying to find where the hell those strippers are. They're going to wish they never fucking became stripteases when I'm done with them.
I start to push past the people who are trying to pile their way out of the club, pushing and shoving through to get to the stage so I can find the girls and ask them what the hell went wrong.
Once I reach the stage I see all three of the girls piled behind the curtain; their half naked bodies are all huddled together, looking fearful as ever.
Nice fucking job, ladies. Nice. Fucking. Job.
I pull the black velvety curtain back, glaring down at them with gritted teeth. They all jump and cling to one another, letting out small sniffles and cries.
Great act ladies, real nice.
"What the fuck did you guys do this time? Didn't your little friend getting shot teach you a goddamn lesson about stealing off of my customers. Now look what you guys have done!" I shoot daggers down at them as they stay pushed together, one of them cries while another hides her face into her friend's shoulder.
