𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐈

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October 30th, 2019

"Wait I don't feel so good." Rose whispered while being pulled down a corridor as the male dragged her, "It'll be okay, we'll get you some water." Glancing up after he stopped in front of a door, she stared at it. The number 78 glared back at her before the door was pulled open, there was a woman dressed poorly, dancing in the middle of the room to Alice Cooper. "Ah! Mister Anderson!" A heavily accented thick voice called out, it sounded animated— like a character from a cartoon from the 30s. "And you brought a gift!" He laughed, "Goodness heavens, and she's gorgeous." Rose was placed down on a chair and examined by the man talking. "She reminds me of the countess when she was at the prime of her youth— sweeter even." His hand grazed over her skin, "Don't touch her." A familiar voice called out from across the room, "She's with us." The figures moved away from her, It was Richard and Michael— both dressed up in their usual attires as well. Regardless of the way things were at home, she was relieved to see them standing there.

The woman in the back of the room began to laugh loudly, "A quarrel of men, how hilarious." She snorted and clapped, throwing her head back to fix her messily greasy hair. "He drugged me." Rose slurred, trying her best to keep her eyes open. After hearing that, Michael approached and was followed by Richard, who was grinding his jaw the instant he made eye contact with Anderson, when he approached him— Richard shoved him back, "I'm going to fuck you up." A small chuckle escaped the girls lips. Her body felt strange and tingly, yet her limbs felt too heavy to carry and her vision was somewhat blurred out. "Here, drink this Rose." Michael brought a glass up to her mouth and she quietly drank. "What is this?" She looked up at his piercing blue eyes, "I feel so much better now." The girl blinked, her eyes adjusted to everything and everyone around her. In a swift movement, Richard pushed Anderson back and sent a punch at his face. "Gentlemen!" March yelled out, "As much as a brawl would entertain, tonight is not the night." He glanced around at the group. "Everyone take their seats, no harm will come in this young woman's way— she's our guest now." Richard planted himself down beside her and Michael on the other side. "Although I wouldn't find it appropriate for her to be here— such a beautiful creature shouldn't witness the horrors or bare to see them." Richard chugged his drink and glared at Rose, Michael stood up. "A little blood never hurt anyone." Rose muttered, grabbing a glass and swallowing the odd looking substance.

"With that being said, I'll be taking her then." Michael grabbed her coat and slipped it on her, "I would be a fool to let the most interesting man in this bunch to leave." March called out, "I can come back another time, she doesn't belong here— you all carry on." Rose pulled herself up and adjusted her dress, looking at the man who spoke strangely and offered a smile, Richard watched her as he lit a cigarette and felt less on edge now that she was leaving. He wasn't going to yell at her or scold her once this was over, but maybe Michael could do that. Quietly, the pair left the room and the night proceeded smoothly as it should have before Rose arrived— although March still looked entranced and looked as if he wanted to ask Richard questions about the girl: he didn't, but eventually did.

Rose walked with Michael and leaned her head on his shoulder. It was nice to finally be near him again, "where have you been? I haven't seen you around these past couple of days." She reached down for his hand and rubbed his palm with her thumb and stared up at him, he offered a close lipped smile and softly patted her head. An awkward yet affectionate gesture. "It's a lot to talk about Rosie, I'll eventually have to go back to that Hotel to speak to that man— after he saw me, he looked pretty intrigued— the first time he saw me, I was around the age you saw me get killed at." Rose nodded and then stared at the  pavement. "Your suit looks nice." She wrapped an arm around him, "and you look beautiful." He replied.

The thought of the strange time travel got her thinking for a few minutes, dimensions probably existed in that case and so did different alternate universes if that was the case with what Michael had said to her.

"It would be a shame to let these outfits go to waste, want to grab some food? At a nice restaurant?" He asked quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Food sounded nice, without uttering a word, she stared at him and nodded with a smile. "That sounds wonderful, where are we going to go?" Michael shrugged and smiled, "it'll be a surprise."
A car pulled up beside them and Michael pulled Rose along, the pair got inside and Michael did all the talking. Rose simply sat there and enjoyed the ride. The streets began looking less empty and more lively, people were out in costumes, walking, talking, drinking and smoking. It was a nice atmosphere. The car stopped in front of a large glossy black building. "How about Japanese sea food?" Michael asked, Rose nodded. He pulled the car door open and got himself out, bringing Rose out and wrapping her arm around his forearm as they entered the building.

There was a soft jazz band playing, and the atmosphere was dimly lit—people were dressed so nicely and it smelled amazing. Approaching the host post, Michael spoke and the pair was instantly escorted to a back table— near a large fish tank. It was beautiful. "Wow.." she whispered, staring off into the different assortments of coral and sea fish. Some of them looked cute, and some peculiar. "Well let's order then Rosie, what would you like?" Michael  stared at the menu and then at the girl beside him, taking her coat, he folded it down neatly beside himself and glanced at her for a few seconds before swallowing hard and looking away.

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