REALM OF PLEASURE AND FOG (1)
The Underworld.
Adrain took a sip of his whiskey, whirling the golden brown hue of bourbon drink in the glass. His eyes were cold as the harsh weather and his facial look was as emotionless as a ghost grimmer. He was casually sitting on a chair, one leg traversed over the second one as he looked ahead of him. The thick fumes appearing from the cigarette cascaded the entire room. Across him was perched Zach, who had been inspecting the man for almost an hour now.
"Adrain, you've changed...I can't recognise you anymore" was the lamentable acknowledgement of the other man. Adrain alleviated his posture and looked bored. He put the cigarette on the ashtray and dispatched his legs.
"If you'd prefer to witness this treat, I'll gladly give you" His voice was as chilly as ice, his hand twirling the bloody knife in his hands. He sneered at the body at the farther end of the room. Zach raised his hands in defeat and sighed "Is being a saint an inferior thing?"
"Taking down all possible enemies is the first step to achieving revenge"
Zach trailed his eyes to the useless body lying lifelessly on the ground "Doctors are supposed to revive and save people not torture and end them...Adrain, you are becoming something I don't wanna think of. For fucks sake, stop all of this shit. You swore to help people...you swore an oath never to be a disease"
Adrain ignored him "Call me a devil, demon....satanic... I'll still get all of this executed and over with"
Zach grimaced and frustratedly excused himself. Shortly, the loud sharp scared masculine voice reached his ears. His guts began tumbling and in no time, he ran outside the building and threw up every stuff inside his stomach to the trash bin by the roadside and touched his forehead.
"I'll be the one to end you one day...you fucking a**hole" He gritted.
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"Such a shitty scary cat!!!"
Zach turned around and frowned "After murdering a living person?" he scoffed. Adrain adjusted the white sleeve and rolled it up. He laughed at his friend "Still the injustice apathy guy uh? But know something, the police never handle the underworld business...every shit is shitty...not a single person on this earth is a saint, you delinquent know that more than anybody"
Zach looked at the blood-stained on the white shirt and felt the gut feeling in his tummy again. He couldn't take it anymore and threw everything out. Adrain's phone had rung and was about to answer the call when he saw that absurd reaction from Zach. He looked away and answered the call "Yes"
"Boss, she is out"
Adrain looked at his wrist-watch and smiled "Stall her down until I get there"
The person nodded. Adrain stole a look at his suffering friend and hang the call.
"You shouldn't have come with me" He coldly announced. His footsteps echoed on the quiet road. Zach grumbled and cussed "Fuck you and your generation man"
"Well, that's a cool curse"
"Fuck...fuck you...fuck all of you....son of a b**ch" Zach ambled ahead of him and strode inside the Mercedes Benz. An evil grin formed on Adrain's face as he licked the tip of his upper lip and thought back to his last conversation.
'She is out
So amusing and loving. He smoothly gazed at his stained hands and sucked on the cold air, his ponytailed blonde hair almost getting loose from the harsh wind.
"A**hole, get in the car already" Zach yelled from behind.