~ 10:30PM ~
~ CLUB CLIMAX ~
~ SALT LAKE CITY ~
I know, I know. I’m a bit tardy, but it’s just a measly old night club. I could already predict what’s in store for me beyond those doors: Music with amped volumes so loud that the deaf could hear it, party vibes with splattered champagnes all over the floor, broken glass cups and bottles due to simpletons becoming so drunk that their brain stops functioning, it’s all nothing that I haven’t already known of. Do I really have to do this? Well, for starters, I’d be an idiot if I just back down right after paying for a ride here in the first place. So, I’m guessing it’s now or never.
I could already feel the veranda resonating with the intense vibrations of the sound waves being transmitted through the door nob. I opened the door, expecting a bouncer to halt me for interrogations, but it seemed he was on a bathroom break of some sort. His hat’s on his work desk, but looking at the place, it seemed he left here on a rush.
I placed my hand on the door nob to feel an even greater sensation of epicness happening beyond these doors. As soon as I opened the door, I could not believe my eyes. I guess I now understand why it’s called Club “Climax.”
About thirty percent did the partying. The rest seventy were getting laid, down and dirty with one another. The population of the club members had its majority be occupied by senior students of AG, and in here, the fulfillment of the dream of any man was a sure occurrence.
The jacked men of AG had their manhoods’ being taken on a slow, savouring ride and grind. The sexy sluts of the Academy, all armed with supple fronts and backsides, locked the boys in their lap-dancing spell, and all they could do was bask in the glory of the moment.
They were strategically positioned all round Club Climax. They were everywhere you go, obstructing your every thought. The melodious harmony blend of music and moans echoed in the vicinity as boys and girls made out like they would never see the sun.
Wondering where the bouncer ran off to? Well, you could say he’s getting his fair share of pleasure at the bar counter. He turned the lady around and held her waist. She twerked on his thick rod as he felt all of her. He stretched her leg up in the air and slowly penetrated her backside according to the beat of the music.
I began to wonder where Tyler could possibly be, and my hunch already gave me a terrible feeling, I walked to the bar counter and ordered for a drink. Whilst the bartender served my drink, I couldn’t help but notice a pile of strippers at the side of the lounge. I immediately recognised the clothing of the guy they were on top of.
I grabbed my drink, thanked the bartender and went closer to the scene. Yup… I was right. That build was unmistakable.
“Jaxon, my man! You made it!” Tyler welcomed me, though he seemed to be in a much better position than me. “Enjoying the party?”
“What do you think?” I asked sarcastically, taking a sip of my drink. “Yeah, I knew this wasn’t a place for me.”
“Really? I dare to say otherwise.” Tyler replied, lifting up a girl gently to get up to his feet.
“Why do you say that?” I really just came so you’d shut up about this place.”
“Just saying… I know how gifted you are, and how you have an extremely high tolerance for literally everything. I guess you know where I’m headed.”
“Dumbass,” I cursed.
“Carpe dias, my friend.” Tyler urged me. “Now that I think about it, you were this close to doing it with Shayna.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” I questioned his claims.”
“Yeah, I may be a dumbass at times, but I saw what multitudes didn’t see during your game with the prodigy. I know you know what I’m talking about.”
“Screw you, man.”
All of a sudden, it hit me. Where the fuck was Shayna?
“I know you’re thinking about her right now. He he he.”
I punched the shit out of the nearly drunk bastard of a friend. But, he wasn’t wrong. Different thoughts of her raced through my mind, but one definitive memory remained constant.
‘What do you say, huh? You and me? Let’s talk about it.’
Do you think that’s the reason she came to this club in the first place? Wait… why do I care?
Tyler had already gone back to work, and I was left at the centre of all the chaos. Well, I came for a purpose– one purpose only– and that was to drink till I can’t reason at maximum capacity. Knowing me as well as I do, that’s gonna take a while. I ordered for about ten glasses for starters and I drowned my conscience in the pool of alcohol.
The hands of the clock turned quite quicker than I had anticipated. It was 11:05PM and still no trace of her. I had gulped about eighty five shots in the first twenty one minutes and lost count after the eighty sixth.
Still, my mind was still fixated on Shayna’s positive whereabouts. I could just imagine how the fuck people got hangovers after about three to five shots. In exception of my usual perks of insanity being heightened, I was still intact so to say.
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Okay! It’s settled! There’s only one way to get a grip of myself. When it hits 11:10PM, and she doesn’t make an appearance of any sorts then I’d know that something’s wrong.
11:06PM― I took another shot.
11:07PM― I ordered for another, basically clearing four rows of drinks singlehandedly.
11:08PM― I took yet another shot.
11:09PM― My legs got sturdy as I was as curious and motivated as a man could get.
11:10PM, and she’s still not here. Now I know something’s wrong. I walked up to Tyler who was asleep with the mirage of strippers piled up on him.
“Get your ass up, would ya!” I yelled, stomping on his face to force a wake. “Where the fuck is Shayna?”
“The hell’s wrong with you?” Tyler woke up in shock, though it diminished as soon as he realised who it was. “Oh… I see now… You’re ready to take up on an offer, right?”
“Just answer the frickin question already.”
“You didn’t here it from me, but I believe she was accompanied by a plus one not too long ago before you walked up to me.” Tyler tried to recall. “They seemed like a nice couple though, and I guess they ran off somewhere together.”
“By any chance is there a room that’s off limits in here?” I questioned.
“Yeah, just right around the corner. There’s a basement off limits to club members. It’s probably where the staff around here operate. Haven’t been there so I can’t brief you on any other details.”
“No need. You’ve given me all I need.”
I know what you must be thinking, and you’re wrong. I don’t know why, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I stormed through to the basement and knocked out a few security with relative ease. I opened the final door and I saw what man had never seen nor imagined could be seen in actual reality.
The mighty collisions of a man’s phallus and woman’s honeypot resounded, greeting me into the basement. I entered into the room and instantly stepped into an endless stream of blood. Within the confines of the basement, I witnessed that which man thought could only exist in movies.
Ceiling fans twirled round with the freshly decapitated heads of innocent women. Blood drizzled down omni-directionally like rain. Chandeliers were hung at strategic places with the light bulbs being replaced with the hearts and lungs of the deceased, and all else that resided within the basement were the remains of the victims.
“Go faster, you motherfucker!” The voice of a drunk bastard echoed. The baritone effect sent chills down my spine.
The horrifying moans of the innocent girl being stripped off her virginity against her will made me sick. Unfortunately, my body refused to move to help her. Was I scared? The thought raced my mind. Meh, just didn’t feel like it. Yeah…
But then, the sound of a murderer’s knife piercing through the flesh of presumably the girl getting fucked up made me second guess my initial confidence.
“This one’s not good enough,” The man concluded, twisting the knife deeper into the girl. “Oh well, at least I got to be your first.”
Her screams destroyed my ear drums. The man tore through her with the knife, and all of a sudden, I heard the ignition of a flame. Slowly but inevitably, her blood joined the stream of already existing blood bath.
“Now, right back to you.” The man grunted, shifting attentions to another girl, holding her by the neck. I couldn’t stay to witness any more of this, until I heard the voice. That squeelish cry could be recognised anywhere.
‘That voice… That’s Shayna!’
“You were supposed to bring me the Rebel!” The man expressed his anger, breathing out flames of carbondioxide to her being. “You dare to resist the command of your maker?”
“It was never established that I’d ever take orders from you, you fucking bastard!” Shayna growled, a mix of rage and fear in her voice.
The sound of his grip getting tighter alarmed me, and what followed was the sound of a bone being fractured. He had applied pressure to her neck bone and succeeded in partially destroying her cervical vertebra. Her screams intensified, and it made my eyes turn red in anger.
“Do you dare talk to me in such manner, woman!” The man grunted, toying with her bones. “Maybe I should just sever your vocal cords. Let’s see how you’d be able to act so smug around me again.”
“I’m sorry. I really am. Please forgive me. I promise you I’d…”
“Shut up!”
He had had enough of her. He reached out to her heart to claim it, but I got there at the nick of time. Unleashing the greatest aerial kick I had ever delivered since I stepped foot upon this earth, I sent him flying a few metres away.
“Shayna!” I called out to her. “Are you alright?”
Idiot! What a question to be asking right now!
‘Fuck, what am I supposed to say?’ I was damned by confusion.”Don’t you worry anymore. You’re safe now. I’m here. Whatever hellhole this is, I’ll make sure we make it out alive, okay?”
If I would have come any minute later, she would have been dead. Was it fate that tied you to me?
“You’re such an idiot. Why did you, Jaxon?” She whimpered, hugging me tightly as she cried. “Why are you so naïve? Why do you fall for this every single time? Do you not realise that your journey on earth is being threatened by an abrupt end?”
“Fall for what, Shayna?” I inquired, comforting her. Not exactly how I expected things to go down. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been marked by Zyron, Jaxon.” Shayna revealed. “You’re a rebel that poses somewhat of a threat to him and he wants you destroyed. I don’t know how exactly a human has him under the radar like this, but he’s hellbent on ridding you away from the face of the earth. Notice the patterns? Brandon and his henchmen not too long ago, some other set of unfortunate events beyond my knowledge that had occurred in your past… Me… and now he sent one of his best humans to end you for good.”
It took a hot a second to grasp all that got revealed to me, but I guess to sum it all up: the dude’s a fan of me as well.
The burgeoning chuckles of the deranged bastard surfaced in the sound barriers, signaling me to keep my guard up as he got back up to his feet. “At last… He delivers himself to me.” The man groaned.
“No, no, no.” Shayna muttered. “This is bad. Jaxon, Run!”
What did she just say?
“You sure you’re talking to me?” I questioned, shocked by her statement. Do you honestly think I’d diminish my pride for this shitface?
“Hmm…” The man paused to think for a moment. “I guess I don’t need her anymore.”
He reached out to the empty space and clutched it. The atmosphere drastically transitioned to choking aura of raw power as he pulled Shayna to him with an otherworldly gravitational pull to my confusion.
‘What the fuck?’ My mind exclaimed as I slowly lost grip of her.
“No, no, no, no, no, please, please! JAXON! JAXON! SAVE ME! SAVE ME! SAVE…”
In one smooth motion, the mysterious force of power pushed her right through his muscular arm. His hand reached out to her heart, and he squeezed it right where it was positioned in her body’s system.
Her scream rattled the entire basement. My arm reached out to hers, no matter how far away it was, but like an instantaneous flash of lightning, a mystical force snapped her neck, the sound breaking my heart.
Her life seized to exist. Her head got popped out of its socket, and the rest of her body gradually bisected in equal halves to reveal the remaining part of the man’s arm and what was left of her heart. Her body’s remains engulfed in mystical hurling flames, and her blood joined the rest of the stream.
His eyes locked to mine, and the crackling sound of the flames resonated. His resolve pledged to never look away from my path, and all I could read from his fiery, yet cold, dead eyes were: “Kill the Rebel.”