Birthprey Party

11:00 PM, I was walking on the lonely streets of Detroit. I shivered as I felt the gentle winter breeze caress my skin, I forgot to bring my coat today. Another stressful day has passed. My school project didn't go well and the neighbor I loaned money from is contacting me twice every 5 minutes.

The lights of the whole neighborhood were turned off aside from the broken street lights installed near my house. Even so, this street should have a group of people talking and laughing. Where did they go?

The bushes near me rustled and I immediately shouted. I stared at it but there was nothing.I looked around and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I didn't wake anyone up.

I arrived at my doorstep and looked for my door key. While at it, I heard some people's conversation from inside the house. "He's here, he's here! All of you hide! We need to surprise him."

I opened the door with a stupid grin on my face and a confetti blew up. "Happy birthday, Von!" They all shouted in unison.

I put down my bag and hugged my family members, unfortunately my father isn't here for a congress meeting. I also greeted the whole neighborhood, it seems they were also invited.

I went upstairs in a hurry, my footsteps echoing through the loud hall. I dug through my cabinet and found a suit that fits the occasion.

I went down and looked at the crowd, I saw some unfamiliar faces but who cares? It's my birthday anyway.

Everything was going well, but for me it isn't. I just noticed something strange. There was this guy, who, all of a sudden, became anxious. A moment ago, he was joyful, he even had the guts to announce that he's gonna hold a better party.

Everyone treated his father as a shady businessman but there was no evidence so they eventually let it go. The only thing they were able to do was to wonder how he got rich in just 6 months. But I knew better.

2 years ago, I browsed through my dad's files and came across an encrypted, hidden file named 'Family Issues'. I paused for a moment and thought 'Since when did our family have issues?'. I didn't mind the folder name and tried all sorts of passwords. I tried his FB password, gmail and his birthday but none worked. So I tried my birthday and it worked.

I felt touched but curiosity was my priority. I read all the articles and found out that Mr. Claus has been doing some real shady business. They were selling opium internationally.

And so I started wondering about how this underworld hotshot got anxious all of a sudden, but nothing came up. So what I did was ask him directly.

I went near him and asked but he gestured me to follow him. I was surprised. 'This underworld hotshot swings that way?' I followed suit reluctantly. We went to our garden, which was relatively silent compared to the hall.

"So, what do you want?" he asked.

"Why were you anxious earlier?"

"Come nearer and I'll tell you."

So I was right! He swings that way! I need to get far away from him the next time we meet.

Suddenly he grabbed me. 'I am straight, why target me, bastard!?' I cursed in my mind. "All of you come out! Or else Chris is dead!" he shouted and 20 armed men came out.

"Sir, they are still hiding." all of them said in unison. Mr. Claus' son grit his teeth and ordered them to stay alert. I was shaking erratically at the time.

A few moments later, 4 of the men died mysteriously. That was when I started to panic. I struggled to get free but Albert's grip is stronger. Shots were fired and the visitors to my party got out of the house in a hurry. A few shouts accompanied the gunfire.

Don't worry you'll be safe in our hands.

I heard a whisper. Regardless of whether it was true or not, I was a bit assured. Excluding the fact that I pissed my pants, I'm still in my perfect shape. Albert brought to a safer place and hid there.

I heard a whisper. Regardless of whether it was true or not, I was a bit assured. Excluding the fact that I pissed my pants, I'm still in my perfect shape. Albert brought to a safer place and hid there.

It was either fate or luck but no matter what of the two helped me out, I'd thank them a million times. For some reason, Albert's hold on me has loosened. I quickly slipped out and went to the door.

At the moment, the sound of gunfire ceased. I wore a smug look as I looked back at Albert's current expression. My expression changed drastically because what I saw was Albert's decapitated head blankly staring at me. His blood sprayed all over the floor and the pungent smell of blood was starting to spread across the room.

I wasn't able to control myself anymore and in the heat of the moment and I shit pants. I panicked and tried to look for something to change on but there was absolutely nothing to be found in this abandoned warehouse-like building.

My own room was out of question, it's probably not safe to go there as of now.

Our job here is done, please take care of yourself.

When I looked back, the only thing left was a clean pair of pants and underwear. My useless bodyguards went in and looked at my miserable state. Luckily, I was finished changing, if not it'd be a huge humiliation to my father.

"Sir, were those ninjas?" one of them asked.

"But we're in Detroit."