I Will Make You Hurt

“Take a hit,” Lane was waving the stub of a smoldering joint to my lips.
“I’m going to hit something and it sure isn’t that piece of crap!” I swatted his hand away as I continued concentrating on my gameboy. “Score! Level 27!” I chuckled as I saved the game and switched the device off.
“You are such a weenie.” Lane laughed as he sucked the remaining embers and crushed the flame against the floor of my bedroom.
“And you’re a dick!” I slapped him hard across the back as he choked out the smoke. “We barely installed the hardwood floors two weeks ago, you idiot!”
“Idiot, huh? So I guess that means you don’t want to go check out the new industrial club downtown with me tonight?”
“Industrial club?” I asked curiously, he knew there wasn’t anything I enjoyed more than the music industrial scene, especially since So Cal wasn’t so notorious for them.
“Yeah, it barely opened a week ago.”
“And why are you telling me this NOW?” I exclaimed, “We’re totally going.”

Lane had his death hawk perfectly erect for tonight’s occasion. We waited in like amongst hoards of underage Goth posers who would easily be turned away once they reached the front door, their embarrassment was my sheer amusement.
Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait outside much longer in the dirty downtown atmosphere. We watched a group of sullen looking girls with shiny new combat boots pass us by as the bouncers checked our identification cards to confirm we were really 18 years old. The men eventually let us slide through the velvet drapes and into the dim, breezy club.
To my surprise there weren’t many patrons, not as much as I expected at least. There were a couple of dozen people along the bar which stretched till the far end of the warehouse sized room and another 60 people on the dance floor jiving to Bela Lugosi’s Dead. I liked the dark, macabre feel of the place with the antiqued décor of a New Orleans mansion turned discotheque.
“How do you like it?” Lane yelled into my ear over the loud, yet mellow music so that he wasn’t completely inaudible
“I don’t know yet,” I replied as we easily slid past the other club goers, “So far I kind of like it. It’s definitely something new for me.”
“Good, good. I think I’m going to go get a soda, I’m parched!”
“Me too,” I followed closely behind him as we made our way to the bar, but to my dismay a group of gawking girls approached him giggling like madmen.
“We were just discussing how awesome your hair is…” the leader of the three girls spoke, her large breasts were practically hanging out of her black, nylon nurse’s uniform.
“Oh thanks,” he nodded as his eyes diverted from her face to her bosom. I rolled my eyes and motioned to him that I was going to the bar while he chatted it up with the chesty broad and her two dread-falled cronies.
“Diet Soda.” I told the bartender as I handed him my fiver. He was a freakishly tall young man with shaggy black hair highlighted with platinum streaks.
“You got it,” he grabbed a glass from under the counter and began filling it up from the tap. “On the house.” he pushed back my five dollars and handed me my drink.
“Oh thanks?” I smiled weakly as I took the money and stuffed it back into my purse.
“No problem.” he smirked as he watched me walk away with curious eyes.
“Lane, take a sip of this.” I asked him as I shoved the drink into his face.
“Why?” he diverted his eyes from the Goth debutants and down at my glass.
“I want to know whether or not it’s laced with something.” I replied truthfully, “Who better know than you?”
“Why would you think it’s laced with something? Didn’t you just get it two seconds ago?”
“Yeah, but the bartender gave it to me via gratis. Nobody does that anymore.”
“Did it ever occur to you that he might be hitting on you?” Lane suggested obviously, I looked back and there he was staring at me from over the counter pretending to clean a shot glass with his towel.
“No, I don’t think so. Maybe I know him from somewhere? He didn’t look familiar, do you think we’ve seen him before?” I narrowed my eyes at Lane and thrust my drink toward him once more, “Sip.”
Lane took a quick drink from my glass and pretended to go into convulsions. The three girls looked at him with worry as they quickly gathered by his side.
“I hope you know he’s only kidding.” I told the girls just before he straightened up, grinning from ear to ear, “And it wasn’t funny.”
“It’s clean.” he assured me, “I’m glad your life is so much more important than my own.”
“I thought that was obvious?” I kid as I slung my arm over his shoulder.
“So, as I was saying,” Big Boobed Bimbo snidely interjected, “Do you want to come with us to another dive after this club closes? It’s totally a hush-hush sort of thing.”
“I’d love to but I have to drive my friend back home.” Lane replied sullenly as he looked at the tips of his scuffed metal toe boots.
“No, it’s okay. Don’t miss out on this ‘top secret shindig’ on account of me. I’ll take the bus back.”
“The buses stop running at 11:30 p.m. and it’s almost twelve.” he replied, “Plus, I wouldn’t let you venture out into downtown alone!”
“Well then, I guess she’ll have to tag along.” Bimbo said disgustedly. I raised my eyebrow at her as I took an intimidating step forward. Lane subtly pushed me back by the metal hoop of my belt.
“Sounds wonderful!” Lane grinned his showman smile as he made a grand hand gesture.
It wasn’t long before the two cronies schlepped me into a booth as Lane and the Bimbo began to grind suggestively on the dance floor to a song I did not recognize.

I was squished between the plump red haired friend and the disgustingly thin purple haired one in the back of Lane’s car as we headed towards wherever the Bimbo in the front was directing Liam to go.
“So where did you hear about this place?” Liam asked as he made a right turn down an ally way.
“Through the grapevine,” she replied, “Just continue going straight until you see a large metal door on your right side.”
“Have you girls ever been there before?” he asked as he cautiously scanned the premises.
“No, not really.” Bethany the Bimbo admitted sheepishly, “But that really cute bartender was telling us about it, he even wrote the directions on this napkin.” she showed him the cocktail napkin with the sloppily scribbled writing.
“Lane, I’m started to think this wasn’t such a great idea.” I said as he stopped the car in front of the door Slutty McSlut Slut was talking about.
“Stop being such a sourpuss,” Lane chuckled, “I’m here to protect you,” he flexed his scrawny little arm which made the trio giggle.
Lane got out of the car first, then the trio and lastly me. I didn’t feel right about this place it all felt a little strange. Why had Lane listened to a group of stupid teenage girls and drove to an isolated, dark allyway? Must have been the breasteses. I looked down sadly at my poor excuse for mammary glands before I proceeded to follow them toward the door which was slightly ajar.
“Do we go in?” Lane asked as he peeked inside.
“Yeah, obviously. The party isn’t out here, is it?” the chubby red haired friend replied lamely.
“I think I’m going to wait out here for a bit,” I crossed my arms, hoping Lane would get the hint of how dangerous it was to be entering an unmarked building in the middle of the night.
“Are you serious?” Lane whined as he held the door open for the two girls who eagerly slipped through into a long, dark corridor.
“Yeah, come back and tell me if all is kosher.” I leaned against the car as I watched lane let the door slip shut out of his hands.
“I can’t leave you out here alone,” he sighed, “After all it’s my fault you even came.”
“Uh huh,” I agreed, “What say we ditch these skanks and head home?”
“We can’t do that,” Lane replied softly, “isn’t it a little mean?”
“So?” I shrugged, “I’m sure they can find a ride from someone inside.”
“Ehhhhh,” he groaned as I studied his beautiful face. There wasn’t a way in hell he’d ever know the feelings I held for him, and a part of me never wanted him to. His green eyes sparkled against the sparsely lit ally and his black painted lips were slightly ajar as he stared at the door pensively. Lane had never made a move on me for the four years we had known each other, but every time he looked at me or exchanged a secret smile I knew there had to be something more than just this friendship. It was never my intention to complicate our relationship so I always kept my mouth shut and disapproved of every whore he ever dated.
“What do you think they’re doing in there?” I finally asked, breaking the daunting silence.
“Probably having way more fun than standing out here, are you sure you don’t want to go in?”
“Don’t let me stop you,” I told him, “I can wait in the car.”
“No, I can’t leave you out here alone!” he reinstated.
“Excuse me, don’t you dare snap at me again.” I snarled, it was beginning to get past my bedtime and my cranky meter was running on high.
“Calm down, Pandora.” he turned his head to face me as I narrowed my eyes at him. He was incredibly beautiful, his pallid complexion contrasted delicately against his dark, sharp features. Every time he looked at me my heart raced wildly like I was swimming in the dark abyss of his soul with no air.
“I really want to go home,” I pouted as I looked up at him with sad, puppy dog eyes.
He lowered his head so it hung just slightly above mine as he drew in a long, deep breath. Lane cupped my face in his arms and studied my eyes questioningly. “You know what your problem is?” I asked him, “You’re too kind. One day it’s going to stab you in the back.”
“Is it now?” He smirked as he watched my face turn sour. His heavily darkened eyes began to close as he lowered his head toward me. Just as he was about to kiss me there was a blood curdling scream that sounded like it came from behind the metal door. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at me with a mixture of shock and surprise.
“What was that?” I gasped as I reached for the handle of the car door.
“I have no idea.” he replied slowly, “Do you think everything it okay in there?”
“I don’t know!” I cried, “Let’s leave, I knew this was a bad idea…”
“No, we can’t leave. We have to see if something’s up in there.”
“Oh, so whatever made that person scream in there can come after us too? Smart, smart.” I nodded shakily. “Unlock this door!”
“What if somebody’s hurt?” Lane mused as he wearily pointed to the door.
“Then that’s their shit, I’m not about to get myself killed on account of some skanky little ho who doesn’t know wrong from right.” I retorted, “Now unlock this damned door.”
“You’re not going to die,” he assured me, “Don’t you at least want to call the cops?”
“No, so we can be tried as witnesses to whatever went down in there? You know witnesses usually have hits on them by the crime lords they’re tattling on!”
“You think this is associated with the mafia or something?” Lane laughed, “In my best guess it was probably the sound of climactic ecstasy.”
“That’s absurd. It was a well distinguished cry for help… which prompts us to make a run for it, we’ve already wasted three minutes debating, let’s flee before somebody sees us!”
I glared at Lane as I watched him fidget through his pocket for his car keys until slow clapping sounds from somewhere near us began to escalade.
“Good going.” a silky voiced man swooped from the rooftop above and landed on the gravel beside us.
“Who are you?” Lane asked as my eyes practically bugged out of their sockets.
“He’s the bartender from the club,” I whispered cocking my head in confusion, “What’s going on here?”
“For starters your little friends are dead.”
“What?!” Lane gasped as he looked behind him at the metal door, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
My lack of a mournful response was followed by prompted inquiry by this mysterious man, “It was of better judgment for the two of you to remain on the opposite end of that door, why is it you two came in the first place?”
“These girls were telling us about- I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Lane crossed his arms indignantly.
“Lane, he swooped down from a ten story building and just told us his friends have killed the bimbos do you really want to act defensive now?” I shot him a threatening look from the corners of my eyes.
“Oh, they aren’t really my friends,” the young man began, “More like acquaintances. I had really hoped you wouldn‘t come with these girls.”
“This is ridiculous.” Lane chuckled nervously, “Who the hell are you, man?”
“If I told you I would have to kill you.”
“Then what’s the point of this little confrontation?” I barked, an unprecedented response for the dawning situation.
“To warn you; If you two don’t leave now I assure you you’ll be next.”
“Next what?” Lane asked, “To be killed?”
“Mhm.”

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