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I twisted my hair into a ponytail, tucking it under my cap and lowering the brim. Then I took a final look around the room of strangers, wondering which of them would help me escape and which would try to kill me. The room was dark, and I could barley see the silhouettes of the people around me. Smoke filled the air, a mist and colorful lights flashed everywhere, lighting the whole room. The dance floor, was glowing and people were crowded on it. Their bodies were swaying to the beat, the girls arms thrown around the guys neck. The girls continued to grind against the men, seductively swaying their hips. Each and every pair of lips were coated in a bright red, lipstick. The bass of the speakers, shook the floor, as the walls vibrated. My heart thumped along with the beat and I took one step forward.

I wasn't dressed fancy, like every other woman in the room. Their bodies were accessorized with tight dresses and their feet with high heels. My sneakers surely were nothing compared to that. My gray sweatpants and tank top definitely contrasted against the swaying bodies of dresses. I made my way slowly towards the crowd of people, keeping my head down and the cap covering my eyes. He was here somewhere, I knew it. 

I shoved through the crowd, and practically snarled at the men who felt me up. Glancing left, and right, I continued to search through the crowd. Blonde hair, green eyes. I repeated over and over again in my head. Every man in the room had brown hair, or red. There was no Blonde haired man in this room. Sighing, I walked up to the bar and looked back one last time. Sitting in the bar stool, I glanced at the bartender, speaking “give me a water, with lemon please” The bartender snorted at my order. 

Staring down at my folded hands, the glass of water was sat in front of me and I took a sip. Where could he be? I wondered, as I took another drink. Frowning, I glanced around. I had followed all the clues correctly, so why couldn't I find him? Tapping my fingers on the table, once again annoyed, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed.

 It rang, once and then twice before someone answered. “Hey, did you find him?” Daniels voice rang in my ears and I frowned again. How was I supposed to tell him that I couldn't find the man? I bit my lip, tapping my fingers.

“No, I didn't. I can't seem to find him anywhere. Are you sure this is the place?” I waited for Daniels response. Daniel was quiet on the other line, and I could hear the shuffling of papers. He muttered, 'hold on' and there was more shuffling. The phone crackled as he placed it down and I sighed. I could still hear him muttering to himself and searching through the papers.

“Yeah,” he said when he picked up the phone again, “That's what it says. I mean it all makes sense. He told us, look for the scorpion with fangs. This is the only place in all of New York that has a scorpion with fangs as its sign.” I frowned, it made sense. So why wasn't he here? I took another sip of my water,  and glanced back at the dance floor. 

“Are you sure? Maybe we just misinterpreted what he had said,” I turned in my seat, facing the crowd and continued to search. Why did every man in here have brown hair?! “Maybe we have to go to a bug exhibit or something...” I knew my words sounded completely ludicrous and I frowned. Daniel, snorted and I heard him laugh. “Well What brilliant, Idea do you have Daniel? He's not-”

“Looking for me?” I froze when I felt the hot breath on my neck. He chuckled as my heart rate doubled. My throat went dry, and my palms began to sweat. It felt like at any second, the phone would tumble from my hand, falling onto the ground. My mouth opened, and closed again. Daniel was repeating my name, in a frantic tone and I breathed out. Finding my voice to speak, I clenched onto the phone.

“Daniel, I’ll have to call you back.” I could hear Daniel telling me not to hang up, as I pulled the phone from my ear and pressed end. All the noise seemed to cease as I, slowly turned around. I could almost barely hear the thumping of the bass anymore. As I finished turning, I finally met the eyes of the man I had been searching for.  “Maxx” I murmured, “That is who you are correct?” his green eyes sparkled as he leaned on the counter. He wore an apron, and all black. 

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