Deafening Silence

Chapter 14

A room filled with people. Smelling thickly of alcohol and smoke.

The crowd was grouped around a small stage.

Upon the stage were two men.

Fighting.

Throw fists, even a few kicks here and there.

Blood stained their muscular body's along with sweat.

And all I could do was stare in amazement.

I felt arms slide over my waist from behind but was far to lost to even care.

Lips touched my ear. "What do you think?"

His voice was quite but yet I could hear it over the roaring of the crowd.

I opened my mouth and then just as quickly closed it.

I turned my head towards him but never took my eyes away from the slaughter on the stage.

"What is this."

My whisper was answered with a wicked laugh.

He squeezed me around the waist before letting me go and gripping my hand.

He turned, giving me a look.

One that said way more then anymore then his words could.

I nodded my head and moved as close to him as possible without tripping as he guided us around the mass of people.

Eventually we reached an old door.

He stopped in front of the door and released my hand to knock thrice on the door.

Before I could pull my hand back he snatched it back in a tight grip.

The door opened revealing an older man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, grey hair a lot his head and a black wife beater clad chest.

He took a drag of his cig as he assessed what stood in front of him.

When his eyes came to me, Hunt stiffened and pushed me more behind him and leaned over to whisper something in the mans ear.

The mans stoic expression turned into a smirk as he clapped a hand down on Hunt's shoulder, squeezing it hard.

Hunt removed the old mans grip from his shoulder and walked threw the door, motioning for me to follow.

I curled into his back slightly as we passed the man.

The door slammed behind us my eyes closed as I jumped.

"No need to be scared, darlin."

The mans voice came across amused and maybe even playful.

I shyly looked at him from behind Hunter's back.

He grinned slyly at me and stuck out his hand.

"Names Vince, pleasure too meet ya - darling."

I gently placed my hand in his and shook.

"Pleasures all mine, Vince."

He grinned wickedly at me then at Hunt.

"What's your name darlin?"

Hunt's back tended and he turned, glaring menacingly at Vince.

I took my hand back from Vince and placed it on his tense chest.

"Calla."

I glanced at Hunt as I whispered, looking into his eyes. He glanced back at me and his eyes softened a little.

"Beautiful name for an even more beautiful girl."

Vince's musing placed a scowl upon Hunter's face. He tugged my hand making my fall slightly into his hard chest.

I looked up at him and scolded him with my eyes, but he only rolled his.