Part One:

Once a city of literature and knowledge, Valdien, was now falling into it's dark ages. To be honest, what helped this dark age really begin, was years ago when a particular night club opened. This club's fame grew as did the good reputation of Validen crashed into little pieces. I found this club beautiful though. Part of the literature era and this uncanny age I got to see both perspectives the world has faced over and over. Exploration of deep thinking curiosity, and Ignorant arrogance.

The club was always packed, especially Saturday night since most locals in the ghetto, in the area had work off the next day. Although the club wasn't part of the look the ghettos in poverty presented themselves, it was still placed in that area. I found Charles Skim a genius. He knew exactly what a poor man wanted to see and have for cheap- but not too cheap. Strippers, Drinks and we can't forget those 'Happy Pills'.

For blocks the loud music would boom and shake buildings at night. The calls of the night crawlers would rise with the hookers rising with them for another drink were also heard through out the gun firing ghetto. This was one of the darkest parts of Validen because of the blood shedding for simple desirable things. Things to just get rid of this pain were born with, people would kill for it. This club provided the young people in Validen and the ghettos just what they needed, something to ease for a few moments in time.

Elegant Dances, was the club's name. Tonight was just the night and perfect evening to commit a blissful killing and never get caught. So many victims were in my tainted fingers reach. Lines and rows of people filled the sidewalks, just to enter hopefully the building tonight.

The building, was not average looking, the artecture was thoughtfully planned out. I was grateful for it because what I needed to do could not be an average rectangular square. It was in fact, round circular shaping into the most perfect circle but the roof had a point. It was made out of thick bullet proof tinted glass with beams of steel. Lights flashed through the building and swayed into the night of starless sky.

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"Just another night." The thick, muscular and breathless guard spoke in this foreign thick accent. He stood to another big guard in the same suit and sun glasses. They both over the years of working with each other could never remember each other's names. They blamed it on the big boss, who never gave them name tags. The big boss always just treated them like guard dogs. Nothing human about them at all was in their bosses eyes. But both guards needed this job to get 'Higher than Heavens.' dosages for free.

Even if it meant licking their boss's ass.

Like any weekend night, they were dealing with some regular coming teenagers. Elegant dances was strictly prohibited any person under twenty years of age. What was in that club was graphic and explicit. Although it wasn't anything compared what teens now days say.

The guard with the thick foreign accent, whose name if he didn't forget it already, was Jim spoke.

"Scram Kids, non ya'lls gonna get Higher than Heavens. Get it from your regular dealers!"

"It isn't fresh!" Called the group of younglings who were now turning up the heat with their sailor cussing threats. The line was growing more tense in complaint, how long it took.

Jim looked at his blank face drained partner who still hadn't said anything all night. They both knew it was going to end with a bloody fight, like last night.

Before any of the teens could charge in battle, something stopped them. It was their ears you see, they caught the sound of something legendary.

It was the wheels of an X-cellerator down a block of ghetto living. It's engine was so powerful like a lion, how it roared making all heads turn towards it. It was a trade mark of the city of Hankue, city of metal horses. They made all the cars that were on the roads today. Hankue was bit more on the greener side in the nation, prospering nicely it was on top of the world. Where, Valdien once sat.

Many in the crowd gasped in curiosity seeing first the head lights of the engine. The fast car parked smoothly in front of the club, it's rightful place. The driver's car door opened and a man with tall height stood from it. He was wearing a nice leather jacket and designed ripped jeans that evening with sun glasses to spin it off.

He had fiery ginger hair with stunning goatee in the matching. His jaw line was a woman snatcher and most in the line was sure his eyes were too. People of beauty always seemed to get the best of everything in ones opinion.

He walked away with perfect sway from his car, locking it with the automatic key button programed on his expensive watch. He walked right past the teenagers as if he had ownership of Elegant Dances. Which wasn't much of people dancing with elegancy, only in ways to degrade each other.

It was already disgusting in the line, guys groping excitedly on their dates as their dates had their backs towards them, flirting with nearby regular flirtatious customers. The man in front of all this scuffed and glanced at the dreamy kids. A sly smirk curled on the corner of his lip. "Why my dear guards, your holding the line up, let the little ones in."

Jim, rose an eyebrow looking at his coworker.

The man went on. "My name is James Cult, I am a supporter of the elegant dances giving enormous donations to keep this place in shape. I'm on the reserved privilege list, I've decided to make these my guests."

Jim grabbed a clip board that hung on the wall, he flipped through the thin almost clear pages. Saying nothing he nodded, James Cult was a man with privileges on the list. His partner opened the door and just like that the teens we're exposed by the help of James Cult, a defiling place.

Beverley was the youngest in the group. She was the only one too in fact, not to swear or call out the guards harshly. No, she was always in the back shyly seeing her big sister's boyfriend's gang cause the ruckus. She was regretting sneaking out the window with her sister now.

The smell of alcohol and sweating bodies covered her along with piercing into her nostrils. There was so many people, filling booths, bars around the stages with poles and of course the dance floor. Beverley nervously placed her tiny body in the middle of her group.

The music was so loud she could barely think or hear what her friends said. She already felt sweat sticking to the back of her neck it was so hot in there and her nervousness of getting caught was making it worse. She wanted to thank the man, who let them in. He had a very nice car too, maybe he would be kind enough to take a few of them home early.

But since the door way he disappeared. The group found a 'home station' after a few minutes. It was a booth near the dance floor, it was perfect. Beverly found herself watch the others go off to dance and separate to go have some fun. Beverly was forced by her sister to sit and watch everyone's things. Always being used, of course this was why her sister begged her to come.

Feeling left out and unsafe she sat there. As a city kid she was tough but she always had her parents wings. Being a wealthier family she was not use to this environment, only warned of it. Although she watched her sister drown in it making her the family disappointment. Beverly feared to be the next big disappointment.

Her parent's eldest, their son, was already a drug dealer in the allies and had been in jail several times. But since the killings of the murder the last thing Beverly heard about her brother was this; He begged to come home and was disowned, so he begged the police to arrest him.

Criminals had been going quiet since of a new villain came to town. Especially when news came out, the killer murdered an officer who was later on was proven to be the culprit who stabbed the woman in the back of the kitchen of a doughnut shop. The killer on the dead officer's waalkie talkie spoke of giving 'judgment' This was enough Beverly knew, that all crooks would go in hiding. Not from the police, but from the killer behind the mark he made. A spider, it brought Beverly the chills when she saw it on the wanted fliers each morning as she waited for the public school bus to pick her up.

Tumbling with her guilty thoughts Beverly didn't see James Cult, the man who let them in, sit on the other side on the booth. She jumped a little in surprise.

To be Continued.......