Chapter 1- Last Call
(Enyo's POV)
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I step outside the bar into the frigid air, pulling my leather jacket tight around me. It had started snowing heavily while I was inside. A few inches already cover the ground. I groan, pocketing my hands as I make my way towards the parking lot.
I'd worn a heavy jacket and tied my hair back. Hoping to ward off any brave male suitors, and give off the 'leave me to my drinking' look. My skinny jeans and black revealing tank top had give me away though. It's my fault for not washing my clothes on laundry day.
Not matter, I'd had a decent amount of whiskey. It's not like anyone would want to approach me in this snow anyway. No one wants a hard target in bad conditions. It's time to head home, and get some sleep, I think happily as I head to my car.
"Stop! Don't touch me you perv!" I hear.
I stop, and turn. Did I hear that right..? The harsh winter wind is howling in my ears as the snowstorm picks up. I look around.
"Stop! Don't touch me! HELP!" I hear.
It's a man's voice coming from the dark alleyway nearby. I walk down it hesitantly, listening. There's huge dumpsters blocking my view, but I'm almost certain it came from this way.
"Stop struggling faggot!" I hear a harsh voice say.
"Help! Someone please HELP ME!" I hear.
I hear struggling, and movement of feet. Yes, that's where it's coming from.
"HELP! GOD PLEASE HELP ME- "
The source of the cries is cut short quickly. I force my feet to move and jog down there. I round the dumpster, and stop as I take in the scene before me. There's a large burly man wearing a hoodie, jeans, and a ski mask. He's holding a now unconscious man against the wall. He's yanked his pants down to reveal dark blue boxers. The hair on the back of my neck stands up straight.
"LET HIM GO FUCKHEAD!" I shout.
The man turns around, seeing me. His eyes widen beneath the mask. He's quite a bit shorter than me, but that doesn't mean anything. I make the first move, and bring my three inch black heel up, kicking him in the side. Then I move forward, and punch him square in the jaw.
He stumbles back, falling to the ground. He scrambles to get up.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asks.
"I'm gonna stomp your fucking face in!" I shout.
"Mind your own fucking business!" He shouts.
Next thing I know this burly man is coming after me. I bring my foot up and kick him in the stomach. He goes flying back, holding his torso.
"I'm warning you, I don't care about you losing your family jewels or your teeth!" I shout.
"Fucking monster! All the freaks are out tonight!" He shouts.
Monster? Oh... I guess I do look close to six foot right now.
He gets up and runs down the opposite end of the alley. I pull out my phone, and check for a signal. My phone won't make a fucking call, great. Stupid fucking storm won't let me call the cops. I pocket it, and approach the unconscious man.
He's got whiteish blond hair complimented by thin birdlike features. Blood trickles down the side of his face from his head. I notice he's wearing a nice suit. He looks, oddly familiar, in his dark suit and dress shirt. I don't think I've ever met him before though... I shake my head, I need to focus.
I grab his pants and pull them up over his waist. That's not good enough though. He's laying in trash and snow right now. I try moving his face, lightly smacking his cheek, and even shaking him. He won't wake up. What do I... An idea hits me.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Heir to Hypocrisy
Aksi"If you knew, why didn't you say anything?" Adam asks. "You think I care what team you play for?" I ask. Adam looks at me, his mouth pressed into a line. Gabriel doesn't seem to have much to say either. "Get dressed pretty boy, I need coffee." I say...
