hey everyone. would you read a novel that started with this A lone woman walked down an otherwise empty street, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her jacket. Every so often she would pause and look over her shoulder towards the direction she had come before continuing down the street. Occasionally a car would pass her, though as was common of this time of night; it was almost exclusively a police cruiser or other emergency service vehicle. She could feel her pulse quicken slightly as she came to a stop at the mouth of an alley. Taking one final look out onto the street, she turned and set off down the sparsely lit path. Her footsteps echoed on the walls that seemed to close in on her, the points of her heeled boots making sharp clacks against pavement, betrayed just how nervous she was; and she had reason to, after the news continued to warn the residents of Chicago of the dangers of being out at night alone. She shuddered as she tried to suppress the feeling of unease that she felt about sneaking out and the knowledge that her mother would be furious if she found out where she was heading. Shaking her head, she continued walking until she came to a stop at the base of a featureless, grey industrial building. The only indicator that she had reached her destination was the small mountain of a man dressed in a black suit standing beside a locked door. Taking a deep breath she stepped towards the doorman, trying to put on an act that she knew what she was doing. She stopped when he held up his hand, blocking her access to the door. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” the doorman asked as she raised both her hands to push the hood of her jacket off her face, exposing sandy brown hair held back in a tight braid in the process. She looked directly at the doorman and frowned as she removed her id from her pocket, “I haven’t had a bedtime in nearly nine years.” The doorman nodded as he checked her id, “That was not what I meant, but I take it little girl that you know the password, or are you just wasting my time?” Squaring her stance, she grinned, “Moda ket Alam.” The doorman raised an eyebrow at her butchered attempt at the password before taking a step, “Close enough, welcome to The Coven.” “Thank you,” she replied before crossing the threshold and walking down an otherwise dark corridor. As she continued down the passageway, she could feel faint vibrations through the floor, which seemed to increase in strength and tempo the further she walked. It was not long until she started to hear the repetitive thump of electronic dance music which began to pulse with the vibration that she was now feeling throughout her body. At the end of the corridor, she could see pulses of light that appeared to move in erratic patterns, reaching the end; she stepped out onto a metal platform that ringed the interior of the building, leading to a much larger dance floor connected by an industrial looking staircase. Scattered throughout the building were people partying while the rest of Chicago slept in their beds. Smiling slightly, she unzipped her jacket and descended the staircase to the main section of the club. Stepping between people she quickly found herself dancing along with everyone else who wasn’t seated on the scattered couches that penned the dance floor. As she danced she caught glimpses of her fellow patrons between flashes of coloured strobe lights. Most wore very little as they danced and bare flesh was widespread. On that flesh, as far as she could tell, was patterned in intricate tattoo work. The more she could see of the tattooing, the more she realised that a lot of it appeared similar, in some cases identical. She stopped dancing for a moment as a snippet of a news story she had overheard manifested in the rear of her mind relating to recent gang violence in the city and the intricate tattoo’s that were present on the assailants. The thumping of the club seemed to mirror the adrenaline fuelled throbbing inside her ribcage as the realisation sat in that she should not be here. Tugging on the hem of her jacket, she suddenly became aware of the number of people around her, and started to make her way through the mass of dancing bodies. Reaching the lip of the dance floor, she noticed the cacophony diminish as the DJ changed from one track to another, during this lull, she could hear laughing, coming from the upper level before the sound of something heavy and wet hitting the dance floor near her, knocking over several dancers. Turning, she caught a glimpse of what had hit the floor as other partygoers got to their feet, even with the sporadic light; she could clearly make out the suited form of the bouncer lying crumpled on the floor. She could feel the colour drain from her cheeks as others started to respond, few screamed, others flinched, but most looked up at the second level of the building. At this point where she realised that the DJ had cut the music, and the laughter seemed to fill the void created by it. Slowly she cast her gaze up to the second level, to see what everyone else was staring at, by this time; a number of clubbers appeared to mutter curses under their breath, most glared. Standing over the crowd was a group of men and women dressed in as best as she could tell was a combination of rags and fur. They leant over the iron railing returning the animosity of those below them, before a larger person pushed their way through the group to stand at the railing, placing both hands on its surface; it was at this time that she realised that this monster of a man was where the laughing was coming from. This walking mountain sported an impressive mane of dark brown hair matching his comparatively maintained goatee, giving him the appearance of a comic book super villain more than a person. “Oh, isn’t this quaint, and to think we weren’t invited, I’m almost crushed,” he remarked before laughing once more as his companions sneered and mocked those below. “So, is this a private party, or can anyone join in?” While none of the replies the dancers spat back at them were receptive to these newcomers, it was obvious that these people were not welcome. “Tsk, tsk, the rudeness of some people, I suppose we will just have to teach them all a lesson,” he stated before pointing towards the grouped patrons. A pair of underlings started snarling menacingly before taking hold of the railing and used it to launch themselves over the side. Both landed in the centre of the dance floor, forcing the grouped dancers to quickly move out of the way, creating a ring around the two. Pausing for a moment, they both grabbed the closest patron to them and in almost choreographed precision sank their teeth into the dancers necks, before pulling back, taking a portion of flesh with them. All she could hear now was screams as people scattered, some sought safety in the seating area, while others scrambled towards the stairs in an attempt to get away from the pair. She watched in horror as those that managed to reach the top of the stairs then tried to run the gauntlet of those newcomers that had stayed on the landing. The lucky ones were killed outright, an unfortunate few where attacked and then thrown over the railing, hitting the dance floor in wet sickening thuds, but most were savagely beaten, almost as if these intruders were simply playing with them. Deciding against taking her chances on the staircase, she ran over to the seating area and took refuge under a table. From her locations she could see a light coming from an open door at the rear of the nightclub. As she questioned if she would risk drawing attention to herself by trying to make a run for it, while she thought over the implications of her actions, she saw one of the intruders heading in her direction, as the sound of her heart beating against her ribcage reached an almost deafening pitch as he approached, he suddenly twisted at an awkward angle and fell to the ground. Before she could comprehend what had happened, a woman wearing a black tailored suit stepped over the body and crouched, removing a long, ornately decorated knife from his back. This woman looked up, shook her head, and moved on. Behind her was another three individuals dressed similarly, however, these suits had drawn pistols and were taking aim at the intruders still on the landing. “Why did I have to be so stupid and not listen,” she muttered as she watched the spectacle play out in front of her, judging by the prayers and pleas she could hear from those around her, she was not the only one who thought this. A succession of thunderclaps echoed throughout the club, momentarily overtaking the screams that filled the air, in her horror she watched as bodies fell ungracefully in rapid succession, while others scattered. As she watched, a number of the intruders moved down to the dance floor, dragging bloodied bodies behind them, some threw those bodies at these suited individuals; others simply used them as shields against their gunfire. A shudder ran down the full length of her spine as the two parties met. Pistol and blade met tooth and nail as they tore into each other, the sight becoming too much for her to bare as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the inhuman sounds that seemed to overpower all other noise in the building. As she sat frozen under the believed protection of the table, the noise intensified until a crescendo of noise overwhelmed her senses, then everything went quiet.
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