The Club

It was like walking into an oven full of emotional drugged sardines. No doubt I was being followed from the safe house in which I left her, at the moment that was not my biggest problem.
The problem was trying to get into the middle of this black hole to the man who would like to try and double cross me on train tickets north. He was a slightly older man than myself, extremely devious and rude, but very good at his illegal job. I held my mind on a string and began to sway my way towards the middle, dancing with and people I had never come across and some I was once very familiar with.

I reached him. "Well since when have you ever come to a club in person, you must be quite low in resources." I thought his statement over quickly as he spoke it. "I prefer things done right on this matter, its most important." "Very well" He danced upon me, feeling cocky and planned. He motioned to a room on the far side of the club. As I suspected instantly after entering the room his hand was burning with forced anger and excitement around my neck as I was rammed up against the wall. "The word on the street is your not as good as you once were." I contemplated this, not even a week from the dock and the rumors were walking on two feet through the street. He began to feel more excitement as he assumed he a won. In a swift movement only few could see if they were even there, I unlocked his grasp on me and locked his arm painfully behind his back. My foot lay upon his chest: "I'm feeling quite fine actually, where are the tickets you little fuck?" He stammered to gain his words, "safe.." I felt his eyes upon me from a high distance, without looking around to prove my feelings I snapped the mans neck and took what I needed from his useless safe. I stammered out of the club, more wounded from the mans touch than I let on in his presence. I desperately tried to make it out of there before falling out where he would find me. Murdering that man in front of him hopefully bought me enough time to be hid. I turned the corner down the short ally, the light ocean air drifting across my face, I grasp the dumpster, and dark.
I woke for moments in a damp but homey-like cell. A homemade IV was leading from my wrist, I tried turing my head to take in more of the space before I fell back again, a hand touched my forehead, startling me inside but the movement not surfacing. A warm hand, then again the dark.
This time when I awoke I felt stronger, light headed but stronger. I instantly realized he was sleeping but alert. Focusing everything on controlling my heartbeat, I ripped the IV from my wrist. As I went to awake I realize the cold metal cuff on my ankle attached to the bottom bed rail. He was smart, I will give him that, but still not the best he has ever done, slight disappointment as I realize he is treating me less than I once was. I break the small chain between the cuffs with my hand and motion to grab my pants, not here?
I have never in any part of my life experienced, going through hell and back, road a city bus with no pants on. This was a real treat, every single eye including part of the bus drivers attention was on me as if I was giving a performance on stage. I stopped off at an old and friendly connivence store, at one time happy and friendly faces stood. When I walked into the safe house her feeling was nothing but amusement as she looked over my appearance. I ignored her, as I packed up our bag of belongings. "Are we going no? I didn't see you walk in with much, I can only assume are tickets are online, and if that case what made you return with no pants?" "Are tickets will be waiting for us when we arrive." "oh". This time with pants we travel towards the train station on a silent city bus with only minor feeling. As we walked up to the platform of the boarding train, she looked to me confused and worried while she also watched the man collecting tickets. As she started to speak I caught a pair of pants flying in from the right.