~*~*~*1988-3:30A.M. Murdoc’s Winnebago*~*~*~
Murdoc strummed his bass, no actual song or tune. He just strummed,
his mind flashed with images of a few hours ago.
Just as Rubé had said, he watched.
His fingers glided from one string to the other; astonishment and
excitement lit his eyes.
~*~*~*12:00A.M. The Blue Room*~*~*~
Music pumped into the club, but he heard none of it. He only saw
and heard, what was happening in front of him.
Nydia walking toward the ‘friend’ and began to flirt to him.
Rozanna, who was already at her position, did as plan; she turned with ease
towards him and “accidentally” knocked her drink onto him. Murdoc saw her lips
moving giving an ‘Oh, I’m sorry’; and a practiced embarrassed look. As he
excused himself, to the restroom, Alma, who was next to Murdoc and Rubé, began
to follow him. Once he had reached the corridor that led to the restroom, and entered
the door to the right of it. Alma followed him in, a few minutes later; she
walked out, holding as if he was drunk. She walked deeper into the hallway and
opened another down entering in it, still holding the ‘friend’. “Now, for the
fun part.” Rubé told Murdoc as she
gestured him to follow her. The others were already heading through the said
doorway.
~*~*~*The Storage Room*~*~*~
As Murdoc and Rubé enter the room, Murdoc noticed it was the
storage room; Rubé closed the door behind them. The ‘friend’ was put into a
chair by Alma, who was tying his wrists to the armrests and his ankles to the
legs of the chair. She gently tapped his face with her hand. He stirred and
groaned as he began to come to.
“Hey, you wake?” Alma asked him. “Uhhh…my head…where am I?” “No
where in particular. By the way, what’s your name?” “Huh? My name?
It’s…uhhh…Marty.” “Do you know who we are, Marty?” Nydia asked him. Marty
looked at them clueless still disoriented from the hit to the head he had
received earlier. But had some idea who they might be. “No. Where am I?” Fear
crept into his voice as he noticed the ropes on his wrists. “Who are you? What
did you do to Christian?” “Christian? Was that his name?” Rubé said
nonchalantly with a shrug to her shoulders.
“Well, I’ll tell you something, one of us in this room is not coming out the same as when they came in.” Alma lowered herself so to she was leveled with his profile. “But if you’re a good boy, I might convince them to let you go.” She whispered into his ear. “You won’t let them hurt me?” he whispered back to her. “Hurt you? I’m sorry; I can't help you there.” She stood up. “But coming out this room alive… that, I can do.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Alma.” Rubé warned her. “Who says I’m not able to keep it?” she challenged. “You know for a fact, he has to be taken out of the picture.” Nydia countered. “It’s your own fault really, Marty.” She told him. “You shouldn’t look for those who don’t need to be found.” “What do you mean?” he said looking at Nydia. “She means,” Rozanna answered for her as she carefully took off his glasses and handed them to Nydia, She said in her childish tone. “…you’re in trouble.”
TBC…
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