Dirty Dancing | LVLsmp Club Au!

Prologue || Wolf in Sheep's clothing

~~ Azalea City, Oakland centre, **22. A new club has just opened downtown, full of alcoholics, drug-addicts, and all of the like.~~

A young figure walked out of the door of the club, a large black battle axe mounted on their back. They dialed a few numbers on the phone, leaning against a street corner. It was dead dark outside.

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"Mhm, I am on the way now. You have the payment right?"

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"Sounds about right. Address?"

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"Okay. Meet me back at Oakland Centre tomorrow morning, 10AM on the dot."

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"Alright, bye" The figure hung the phone up, tucking it in their pocket as the chimes soft jingle on the handle of their axe rung. They stopped directly in front of a house, climbing up the steps as they took a few paperclips out of their back pocket, jamming them into the door lock.

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Click

The figure tucked the paperclips back in their pocket, quietly opening the door and stepping in. They removed the axe, slowly making their way to the stairs. They had a malicious grin over their face as they stepped up, opening a door into a bedroom.

In bed lie a middle-aged man, whom quickly got up at the door's creak. He threateningly reached for the dresser, immediately freezing as the figure raised the axe up. 

"Hiya bud! Just here for a little friend of yours.. just the usual, y'know?" The figure giggled, carefully glaring at the man. "You seem to have taken something of theirs.. and we don't appreciate that around here. Hand it over and we can take this peacefully." 

"I-I sold it already-"

There was a sharp movement from the figure, swinging the axe into the man's brain. He scoffed.

The body fell with a thud to the ground, blood rapidly pooling on the carpet below. The dead corpse was snagged by the shirt collar, by hands with gloves on. The figure tossed the corpse onto the floor, dragging their thumb along the puddle of blood and writing on the wall: 'Wolf in Sheep's clothing'.

There was a harsh sigh behind them, and out of the darkness of the shadows in the room came a tall, masked figure. "By yourself? Again? You're going to get us caught one day you know." The voice scoffed.

"Oh come on! It's no fun when you shoot 'em. I needed to have some entertainment too y'know." They giggled, ripping the axe out of the head of the corpse, dragging the blood along the walls as the charms along the axe jingled. They walked up the nightstand, yanking out a small bag full of white powder.

"Ugh.. Fine. Come on, before the cops arrive again." The masked figure grumbled, reaching for the staircase railing as the other person followed, skittering down the stairs after them.

"Again? I have never been caught before, and don't plan to anytime soon." The figure snickered childishly, rolling up the gloves into a ball so they could put it in their pocket.

"Get serious, you're going to work an hour after the meet, correct?"

"Mmmmhm. As per normal-"

"DO NOT say normal you walking hazard." The masked figure glared, bonking the other on the head. "You are anything but normal."

"Owwww.." They huffed, opening the door and hopping down the steps. As soon as the second figure followed, they both began to make their way back to a different house, this time not pulling out a pair of paperclips.  The first pulled a key out of their pocket, twisting it and unlocking the door. They both disappeared inside.

(I know it's short- I promise the next will be a bit longer! ^^)