All that body fell like a lump of garbage, right on top of his chainsaw, sawing into his shoulder. Blood sprays everywhere as he screams, and in the chaos of it all, I lose Kai.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I step over the dying man and stalk deeper into the rave.
Chapter Thirteen
Kai
The chaos let me slip past Roman. Allowing me to find Tokyo before he could. There she stood with whom I assume is Xena. Not even the black wig or the mask could hide her from me. There’s nothing I don’t have memorized when it comes to Tokyo.
Every dip. Every curve. Every fucking taste.
I know it all.
My heart skips inside my chest, adrenaline invading my bloodstream. Drunk partygoers move around unaware that the chainsaws are real and that the real party is about to begin. But it’s the rich who enjoy the madness… our blood becomes their confetti.
We are nothing but party favors. My only goal is to get in and out of this shithole with Tokyo by my side. Chino will be ready for us, and I guess I learned from Roman that if I need to kill, then so be it. I’d just rather it not be him.
Roman is rough around the edges; however, I get it. I understand his rage because I feel it too. I follow the crowd, trying to blend in with the neon strobe lights as they blink rapidly. The smoke curls around, and the first round of screams fills the air.
The wind causes the corn stalks to shift, allowing me to see more masked men.
Dressed like me.
All heading towards a group of women dressed in slutty nun costumes, and as much as I wanted to find my girl, I know what these raves truly are and what the ODM stands for. My hands ball into fists at my sides as I cut through the clearing. I have nothing but a switchblade in my pocket, which I only brought because Roman insisted; he can’t babysit me when he’s too busy killing. And I swear, all that man needs is his bare hands—he’s the walking weapon.
Digging into the cargo pocket on my side, I pull out the blade and flip it open before creeping up behind a guy dressed in all black as he trails behind the girls who have absolutely no shred of self-awareness. The music booms in the background as metal diffuses into techno.
Smoke bombs go off, and the group of girls screeches.
Some run off, but there’s one who remains frozen in the middle of the smoke.
Purple neon Xs appear just as orange ones appear.
I pick up my pace, but just as I move behind the first one, a bat with barbed wire comes down on his head, and blood splatters across my mask.
The woman screams, taking off like a bat out of hell, leaving me standing in front of her.
I don’t move.
Afraid she will disappear behind the smoke. “Dark Beach,” by Pastel Ghost, begins to play, drowning out the other song. Theguy in front of me groans as I slowly step over him. Tokyo tenses and takes a step back, her hand firm on the end of the bat.
“Trouble,” I whisper, quickly snatching my mask off my face as I close in the distance.
She shakes her head, ready to run.
Fuck, always ready to run.
For a moment, I think I’ve won…
I should’ve known better….
The bat swings and I dodge it, tripping over the guy lying on the ground. I watch as she moves to run, then stops and slips off the mask. I see the pain etched on her face. The smoke can’t hide the tear she wipes from her face.
“TOKYO!” I scream, but she disappears behind the smoke. Balling my hand into a fist, I smash it into the ground. Rising to my feet, the sound of a chainsaw cuts to life, and blood coats my hand from the guy bleeding to the ground. Grabbing my mask, I secure it over my face before slipping into the corn stalks and finding my way back inside the maze. This is going to be more difficult than I thought. I didn’t think she would bounce on my dick the moment she saw me, but fuck, I didn’t think she would try to swing on me and then fucking run.
A scream catches my attention.
From my view, I watch as a masked man dressed in a Leatherface costume holds up a chainsaw and revs it in the air before bringing it down on a couple making out. There was no time—I wonder if they saw their death just as they pulled away from one another for a moment. My heart races from the adrenaline and the anger. While searching for Tokyo, I learned a lot about this group—wealthy men pay a lot to this society, and in return, they get to hunt.
