“Fuck, Roman,” I hiss out as I scramble to get to my feet and tackle him. “We both want the same thing… work with me, man.”
“Fuck. OFF!” he growls when my arms wrap around his waist, but it does nothing to stop him from landing his knee straight into my gut—stars dance across my vision as the hit draws all the breath from my lungs, causing my grip to fall from him.
“Stay out of my way, Kai,” he seethes through the music. My nails dig into the floorboard coated with fake blood. His fingers dig into my short curls, and then, he yanks my head upright so I can meet his gaze. “Stay down or die.”
I feel the smile spread through my face. “You know I can’t.”
That’s all it takes before Roman smashes my head into the ground, just as screams fill the air, distracting him for a moment. My hands wrap around his ankle, and using all my strength, I yank him down to the ground with me. Scrambling to my feet, he grabs ahold of my foot, and I realize then that if I want to save Tokyo...
Roman needs to die…
The asshole just won’t stop. The music booms around us, and the smoke suffocates us, causing my lungs to constrict and make me cough into my hand. Roman’s grasp tightens around my bone, and he yanks. Forcing myself to hurt the man, I kick his face in, causing his head to snap backward. Of course, all I manage to do is fucking piss him off, but the screams grow closer, and the sound of laughter echoes through the hall, over the music.
“We don’t have time for this!” I shout over the music as I kick him again.
This time, his grip falters, and I pull myself free and take off down the hall. I don’t bother to look back as I make my way through the crowd of partygoers, too fucked up to realize that their death is certain in this place. As much as I want to fucking find Tokyo, I can’t just do nothing. I can’t let these people be hunted for the entertainment of some rich assholes.Fuck. Heading towards the stairs, I creep around the area, noticing it’s clear of the masked men, the girls, and the asshole I want to kill. The only person on this end is the DJ who looks over the crowd with a devilish grin as he fist pumps the air.
Thankfully, he’s so focused on his set, which allows me to move around him and then behind him. I don’t think—I move, using his own cords and wrapping them around his neck. I’ve never killed a man, but this —this is no man. This is a monster, one who looks at those beneath him as simple entertainment. One who enjoys the death of others playing a macabre symphony as people die. Men like him pose a threat to others. Removing him from this world is a sacrifice for the greater good, and fuck him.
Seriously, fuck the people who plan these fucking raves…
I promise this one will be one to fucking remember. He struggles against the cord, his hands clawing at my arms desperately, then the deck. Knocking down lights and sliders, strobing the lights into flashes as I pull harder. Trippy Red continues to play on the radio, blending with Coldplay. It’s a great mix, one perfect for him to die too. Smoke bombs go off, making the atmosphere even harder to breathe in with the heat, and then more fake blood pours into the dancing crowd. My grip tightens, and I pull him into me, making sure I apply enough pressure as he continues to thrash. I don’t let up until his body goes still against mine, and with a grunt, I let him fall to the ground.
I don’t dwell on what just happened; I’m sure it will weigh on my conscience down the road, but not right now. Moving closer to the microphone, I do the only thing I can do for them. Warn them. Looking at the deck, I’m trying to figure out how to cut the music. I move buttons around and fuck up the groove. This caused some of the masked men and partygoers to look my way.Shit!
I need to hurry up. Giving up on lowering the music, I grab the mic.
“YA’LL NEED TO LISTEN. THE WICKED RAVES ARE NOT SAFE. GET OUT OR DIE!” I shout into the mic, looking as themen close in, and half the people look more confused while the other half are too high to care. This is pointless, but I will try again. “YOU WILL FUCKING DIE. THE DRINKS ARE ROOFIED!”
“BOO!! GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE!” someone shouts over the music, while others join in. The rest of them cheer, like it’s all part of an act. A girl in red, blinking devil horns, flashes her tits, chanting along, despite my begging them to run. Well, I tried, I did all I could.
Now, it’s time for me to get the fuck out of here before they reach me. Running down the stairs, I almost slip in the puddle of blood or paint at the bottom. I don’t stop to figure out which of the two it is that coats my feet. My only focus is running towards the door that opens into the corn fields.
“Watch it, asshole.” Some dude dressed as Shrek pushes me into a group of girls who are dressed as slutty bunnies, but I don’t wait around. I duck beneath him and continue my path to the door, no longer caring about who dies. At this point, they are on their own when I burn this shit hole to the ground.
Because that is what I will do…
Burn it all down once I get my girl.
Chapter Seventeen
Tokyo
“You,” Xena sneers as she storms towards me. I swallow hard, looking around us, trying to find somewhere to run. But I’m so tired of running.So tired. Holding my hands up, I open my mouth to speak when a shirtless Michael Myers appears from behind Xena. Swirling the bat in my hand, I move with no hesitation and run straight towards them.
Xena stumbles back, almost sinking herself into the machete tip. But thankfully, she ducks, and my bat swings up, hitting the asshole straight in his chin. Xena shrieks but recovers quickly. Using the same machete, she drives it into his gut before he falls back into the soil. His blood pools around the machete.
“Xena—” Her hand cuts me off before moving them to her temples.
“I have a fucking headache,” she mutters as she rises to her full height and presses a foot on the man's abdomen, causing him to groan. Her hand moves towards the red machete handle. “Why?”
Why?
That’s all she wants to say?
Or is she planning on using the machete once I give her an answer. Before I could answer, Kai’s voice spills from the speaker, shouting to the partygoers to get out. My heart flutters and relief washes over me.He’s okay.
He’s alive.
