On a cold night, on a world much less warped, he had nothing left but revelry. Nothing left but to frolic in the moon and star light where only the frost reigned.
The Brit. Though now confused. Because the Brute spoke with the Brit's face. And the Beast. Nigel, the man, had broken the lock and let Him out after all.
By now the beats were melody where the bass scaled, raged, and climbed. Bodies everywhere, writhing, gyrating, creating warmth to battle the encroaching cold. Blared sudden bouts of colored light to ward off the invading darkness. The Brit as always, was dressed inappropriate. The suit coat caused him to sweat while he moved in and out of a swarm of bodies, male, female, at that point it did not matter. The whiskey made him move. The pills he had crushed and snorted earlier made the crowd living entity. The music their host, they swayed symbiotic to every blasted bit of bass.
The same pentatonic scale, but digital, played, gathering in surge till the swell became enormous and the undertow a maelstrom. The tsunami struck and the crowd called in the face of hopeless abandon. Faces, glimmering beneath sweat and strobe lights. No one knowing how they were so hot but no one caring.
When the subtle roll started Nigel ground his jaw. Only whiskey added to its wealth of sudden and artificial euphoria. But now the once resounding emptiness was full. Filled with music. Full with false idolatry in the form of tribal ritual.
Black curls fell from her face and veiled her blue eyes. He blinked and she was still there. A prominent and proud nose. Smiling. Engaging. Laughing at the man who danced beside her. Who danced too close. Who forcibly grabbed her face and kissed her. She retreated only to dance closer. The Brute didn't rage with jealousy as much as the Beast burned with murder. The strobes flashed and she had a different face. Similar features but not her face at all. Not until he blinked again and she met with the man dancing next to her in a torrent of passion and pressing perspiring bodies.
"Love the way I feel?"
The first face was male and he, instinctively, brought his fist back and lashed out with a hook that toppled the poor unsuspecting fellow, just for getting in his way. The press of bodies was drowning and he started gasping for breath, moving while the latest surge crested and washed over the crowd.
"Streets replaced with fields.."
The strobe flashed long for a lengthy blast of bass and her face was much different. The night, in curls, was replaced by long locks of sun. All of that energy seemed to swell and gather into her.
"Wide awake in here, you shine.."
A woman this time, with long chestnut hair. They embraced too and kissed, touching tongues visibly . When she turned back to him it was her face again, laughing, looking pointedly at him. Taunting.
"Ran away from goals.."
Adrift he sought and grasped the hard shoulder of another dancing body, flinging it aside, uncaring, so he could move closer.
"Left you in the cold.
Nothings in our way. Tonight."
More joined the fray. Embracing each other and her. Where she was raven haired then blonde in the span of a blink. People danced around her and supped heavily on the energy that gathered in her and radiated amidst all the flashing lights. Nigel threw another body to the ground.
"You know that you'll never be replaced."
Hair black and eyes blue. Hair blonde and eyes a kaleidoscope. She was just as ethereal and more. She was the one who introduced him to this world where he knew he could find her again and pay his due penance. The ghost was always there. In the distance.
"And everyone here's made the same mistakes as me.
Either way our time won't go to waste.
Our hearts
will never
be
the same.
Again."
Close enough, to her, it was the Brute who acted when all that sunshine spilled over into his hands. Just as forcibly as the men and women before. More so, when her face changed, and that mocking smile curved behind sparkling sapphire eyes and black hair when he tasted the sudden and empty elation on her lips.
"Our hearts?"
When he let go it was her again. Soft and swollen curves instead of razor honed bits of hipbone. Full breasts pressed in against his chest. The mocking mouth hungry for more from the woman who kissed her, then Nigel, when their bodies all met.
"..will never.."
A blink brought his eyes to a dancing form, all skin, bones, and scars. At the same distance away she was the last time. And always would be. He was sure it was her now though. Inky curls swept wet with sweat beneath her brow.
"..be the same.."
He peeled away no matter how much the Brute struggled with him to stay. Pushing so he could try to capture that apparition again in his ragged grasp.
"Again."
The Brit. Though now confused. Because the Brute spoke with the Brit's face. And the Beast. Nigel, the man, had broken the lock and let Him out after all.
By now the beats were melody where the bass scaled, raged, and climbed. Bodies everywhere, writhing, gyrating, creating warmth to battle the encroaching cold. Blared sudden bouts of colored light to ward off the invading darkness. The Brit as always, was dressed inappropriate. The suit coat caused him to sweat while he moved in and out of a swarm of bodies, male, female, at that point it did not matter. The whiskey made him move. The pills he had crushed and snorted earlier made the crowd living entity. The music their host, they swayed symbiotic to every blasted bit of bass.
The same pentatonic scale, but digital, played, gathering in surge till the swell became enormous and the undertow a maelstrom. The tsunami struck and the crowd called in the face of hopeless abandon. Faces, glimmering beneath sweat and strobe lights. No one knowing how they were so hot but no one caring.
When the subtle roll started Nigel ground his jaw. Only whiskey added to its wealth of sudden and artificial euphoria. But now the once resounding emptiness was full. Filled with music. Full with false idolatry in the form of tribal ritual.
Black curls fell from her face and veiled her blue eyes. He blinked and she was still there. A prominent and proud nose. Smiling. Engaging. Laughing at the man who danced beside her. Who danced too close. Who forcibly grabbed her face and kissed her. She retreated only to dance closer. The Brute didn't rage with jealousy as much as the Beast burned with murder. The strobes flashed and she had a different face. Similar features but not her face at all. Not until he blinked again and she met with the man dancing next to her in a torrent of passion and pressing perspiring bodies.
"Love the way I feel?"
The first face was male and he, instinctively, brought his fist back and lashed out with a hook that toppled the poor unsuspecting fellow, just for getting in his way. The press of bodies was drowning and he started gasping for breath, moving while the latest surge crested and washed over the crowd.
"Streets replaced with fields.."
The strobe flashed long for a lengthy blast of bass and her face was much different. The night, in curls, was replaced by long locks of sun. All of that energy seemed to swell and gather into her.
"Wide awake in here, you shine.."
A woman this time, with long chestnut hair. They embraced too and kissed, touching tongues visibly . When she turned back to him it was her face again, laughing, looking pointedly at him. Taunting.
"Ran away from goals.."
Adrift he sought and grasped the hard shoulder of another dancing body, flinging it aside, uncaring, so he could move closer.
"Left you in the cold.
Nothings in our way. Tonight."
More joined the fray. Embracing each other and her. Where she was raven haired then blonde in the span of a blink. People danced around her and supped heavily on the energy that gathered in her and radiated amidst all the flashing lights. Nigel threw another body to the ground.
"You know that you'll never be replaced."
Hair black and eyes blue. Hair blonde and eyes a kaleidoscope. She was just as ethereal and more. She was the one who introduced him to this world where he knew he could find her again and pay his due penance. The ghost was always there. In the distance.
"And everyone here's made the same mistakes as me.
Either way our time won't go to waste.
Our hearts
will never
be
the same.
Again."
Close enough, to her, it was the Brute who acted when all that sunshine spilled over into his hands. Just as forcibly as the men and women before. More so, when her face changed, and that mocking smile curved behind sparkling sapphire eyes and black hair when he tasted the sudden and empty elation on her lips.
"Our hearts?"
When he let go it was her again. Soft and swollen curves instead of razor honed bits of hipbone. Full breasts pressed in against his chest. The mocking mouth hungry for more from the woman who kissed her, then Nigel, when their bodies all met.
"..will never.."
A blink brought his eyes to a dancing form, all skin, bones, and scars. At the same distance away she was the last time. And always would be. He was sure it was her now though. Inky curls swept wet with sweat beneath her brow.
"..be the same.."
He peeled away no matter how much the Brute struggled with him to stay. Pushing so he could try to capture that apparition again in his ragged grasp.
"Again."