It was dark already outside. Michael discovered that when he pushed open the steel door of the trap house and stepped into the cool night air just outside. The inside of the trap house seemed so much like such a toxic and poisonous place that the fact that right outside was a cool night air, seemed so much like a hard contrast.The alley was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb that casted long shadows that seemed as though they belonged to sick people. He kept his head down, and his jaw clenched so tightly that it ached. He didn’t want to speak to any of them. Not Jason. Not Max. Not Jones. Not the friends who had once laughed with him in VIP booths, and now felt like stranger. There was only a thin line separating them from literal enemies.He walked straight toward the Lamborghini he had parked a few yards away, with his keys already in his hand, just waiting for him to input it into the keyhole. Behind him he heard the others emerging, their footsteps echoing as they walked. A

I can't believe I am standing inside of the Cloven Tower," Sam Del bellowed suddenly, looking around the place, angling his neck with awe. "This is a pleasure, Mr. Nathan. Thank you. I am honored."Nathan arched a brow. He did not know the Sam Del untill recently and was surprised at just how much of a fan the man was to him. But before he could speak, he heard the subtle hiss from Martha. "Tch..." She clicked. "Look at you, acting like he is a god to you. Bootlicking much? Your kind disgusts me."A shadow passed right over Sam's face, his eyes glinting with mischief. "And I suppose you think you're better than me, Martha."Martha blinked at him. He shook his head. "Listen," he began, "not all of us have things to prove, and certainly are we not all envious and filled with resentment like you are. If you do not want to be here you could have just stayed outside."Martha chuckled, throwing her head back to remove strands of her own hair that was obstructing her eyes. "Well, maybe we

There was a brief pause. Caeser filled it up with a grotesque laughter. The person on the other end of the phone was disturbingly quieted by the sudden outburst."Have you gone mad?" He asked from the other end.Caeser stopped and assumed a serious demeanor, scratching the scared wooden desk with the fingers of his prosthetic arm. "No, I should be the one asking that question," he suddenly said coldly, his voice so low that he might as well have been growling. "Rather, the question, should be, have you gone mad?" Another silence filled the void. This time, the crickets chirping in the background made sounds that resembled the songs of demons, if they were ever such a thing. It was as if the caller too was afraid of saying anything else in addition to what had already been said, incase he aroused more anger than was necessary."What are you saying?" The caller finally said, with a distorted voice that made it seem like he was speaking from a static radio."I am saying that you shou

Melody scurried down the corridor, fastening her buttons on the white shirt she wore under the feminine charcoal suit. She was about to plug her key into the door when she heard the voice of her father call out to her from behind."You're off to work, aren't you, Melody?" The man said, his eyes under the glasses in an unnaturally scrutinizing fashion. "Yes..." Melody answered, her chin raised as she stared back at the man that was her father, slightly curious on the question as she understood that the tone he was speaking with meant that the question Infact that had a a deeper home it was born from. "Is there any problem?"He sighed, looking to the floor. Her father had become a mere shell of a man. Different from what she recognized him to be. When he showed up at the office, he would puff up his chest to show everyone that he had not lost the air of superiority, the pride of being the founder of the Lee Enterprise. But at home he would shrink back, all his fangs pulled in. It was o

From the door came a knock that immediately woke Michael from the short siesta he was having. He squinted and ran his hands over his eyes. "Who is out there?" He asked. "I did not call for room service."Was he imaging things? Or had he seen that exact moment before? Was time coming back to hunt it. He stood up and backed away from the door. "No, nothing again," he said. From the door he expected that a short man with a scar and prosthetic arm was going to come in, flanked by too monstrous looking body guards who would not waste anytime to put a bullet through his head if they were instructed to."Alias Bhat," an eerie voice called out from outside of the room. Michael could not recognize the voice. "Who are you?" He asked. "Come open the door or I shoot you in the head!" The voice threatened. Michael's heart flew to his mouth. "I am counting to three. And if you don't open the door before I blow a bullet through your head, you will you have your self to blame"Michael said nothi