Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town The bar is always closed and now the hookers all are gone Now church is entertainment and prozac is the drug Going out of my mind, start to changing things around The music blasted loudly in the club and the people danced all around. Women either pole danced or provocatively danced on the bar tables. Yet in other areas, men and women jumped about on the dance floor to the beat of the music. Away from the dance floor, there were sofas and tables where couples or groups gathered. Smoke surrounded them and blunts were passed around among the groups or couples. People laughed and joked around having the time of their life. The lights flashed around the club, as the DJ mixed up the beats to the songs. Even in the shithole of New York City, people still found ways to have fun; the nightclubs were just one of the prime examples. Strangers in the crowd shared needles; body heat filled the entire club just from dancing or men and women fucking each other publicly. No one bothered stopping each other from going crazy; it was just one of the many ways to escape the harsh world. As the DJ played the songs loudly, he pulled out a tiny black bag not caring if the crowd was actually sober enough to pay attention. He took out two black capsules and popped them into his mouth. Swallowing them, he inhaled the sweaty air and took a long relaxed sigh; he smiled at the club as the lights flashed everywhere. “How are we all doing tonight?!” He exclaimed loudly on the microphone. The crowd cheered. Yet as he asked this, she couldn’t help but observed the little drug that the DJ threw into his mouth. She wasn’t sure if it was the drug she was looking for, but it never hurt to check. She stood in the middle of the dance floor, observing the people around her. White powder was on the floors and needles rolled about as people kicked them around without realizing it. She moved casually through the sea of people and noticed one couple sharing the shiny black capsules. The pills were almost never hard to miss since they were big and the black coating was somewhat metallic. The woman laughed gleefully as the man ripped off her shirt and proceeded to kiss her breasts. Her dark eyes were focused on the couple, who began heading towards the VIP rooms. She began to follow them, her hand on her knife. How ironic, I'm bored and all erotic Just sitting around all day, just plotting how to die Wasting time, cracking fingers, my blood gets thinner by the minute Sometimes I feel that I am dead The couple made it in one of the rooms and closed the door, forgetting to unlock it. They continued making out, with her waiting patiently outside the door. The man took off the woman’s skirt and touched her in all the right places. She just continued laughing and moaning, taking off the rest of her shirt, “Mmm, I want more!” She begged. He looked up at her, “You want more?” He asked in a raspy tone. “Y-Yes!” She leaned forward to him, with her mouth wide open and her tongue out. Distant memories haunt me It truly seems like a dream Like a dead man's song A machine with no conscience He took out a medicine bottle and opened the cap, “How many babe?” “Mmm, two more!” She laughed, “I want this fuck to feel amazing than…before!” She smiled and opened her mouth again. He took out two capsules and dropped them inside her mouth. She quickly swallowed them and then began kissing him. He placed the medicine bottle on the wooden table next to them. As soon as they stopped talking, she opened the door disturbing the couple’s private time. And before they even got a chance to scream for help, she successfully threw her knife at the man’s neck and shot the woman in the chest with her beretta. Of course, with the music blasting and the people high off their minds, no one paid attention to it… "It really seems like a dream" She quickly grabbed the medicine bottle, closed the cap, and placed them inside her pocket. She cautiously walked out of the VIP room and closed the door. She wiped off the blood of her knife on someone’s black shirt, who was too busy making out with a prostitute. She quickly sheathed it and kept alert on her surroundings, noticing two large men in suits keeping an eye on her. "Shit," she muttered. Suddenly, the DJ changed the song to more of an upbeat song and the crowd jumped around, cheering and what not. She walked away from the dance floor, trying to avoid the two gang members that had her on lockdown. She avoided eye contact with them, however, her eye contact immediately went to another bag that looked like Euphoria. She got closer to the man with the bag, who was to busy dancing and looking like an idiot. Quickly, she snatched it out of his pocket and observed the capsules. She quirked a brow and noticed it was some other bullshit drug. The man turned around and laughed, "Dude! Did that just fall out of ma pocket?!" She only threw the bag of his drugs at his face and continued making her way through the crowd. Once she was finally out of the jungle of people, she remained cautious knowing that she was being watched. However, she didn’t see the two men that were following her, until she heard the clicking of the guns behind her. [nomedia="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8e4YmMiq6E"]I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future.[/"]400 Bad Request[/nomedia] “Don’t you move,” said one of them. She turned around and gave them a death glare. “We know what you’ve been doing! Now hand it over bitch!” The other one yelled over the music. The lights turned black, which gave her the benefit to crouch a bit and kick the gun out of the man’s hand, who called her a bitch. He screamed in pain and flinched as her steel toed boot caused him to sprain his wrist (or perhaps worse). The other man cursed aloud, and began talking through his bluetooth. “Bad timing for these lights to go out like that,” said the man with the broken wrist. As soon as the lights flashed back on and off, she was gone again. “Amaya is probably still here, but with a crowd like this, it’s almost impossible to spot her.” “I just sent the message that she’s here. All the entrances have been barricaded. We had some thieves before, and this bitch will learn her lesson. She wants Euphoria? She has to get it like the rest of the people and not be a fucking maniac.” After they spoke, they proceeded to head into the crowd searching for her. Her black boots made loud thudding sounds as she ran quickly, yet as she was close the entrance, she almost came to a halt. She noticed more gang members, similar to the other two, blocking the entrance doors. Checking ID for people who were coming in to the club, Amaya cursed under her breath. “THERE SHE IS!” One of them exclaimed. Amaya realized four of them were pulling out their weapons. She turned back and noticed the two who stopped her earlier were doing the same thing, making a dash towards her. “Shoot her NOW!” As soon as she heard this, she quickly dropped to the floor and the four men ended up shooting their partners. As she did this, she immediately crawled away from the shoot out, barely missing the bullets. Once she was away from them, Amaya quickly got up and jumped behind the bar table, causing people to get out of way as bullets were being flown, shattering alcohol bottles and glass. She continued running through, dodging the bullets as much as she can. Amaya left the bar and pulled out her uzi, shooting the gang members that were making haste towards her, not really caring if the hits were successful or not. At this point, the crowd was already screaming in horror as they heard the many gunshots, yet the DJ was too high to really care and continued playing the music. With her adrenaline pumping and her heart racing, Amaya threw herself into the large crowd on the dance floor, she holstered her uzi and pulled out her grappling gun. She looked up at the ceiling, which was made of glass, so it was easy to break through thankfully. She shot up at it, and a long thick rope flew upward, shattering right through the glass. The people screamed as the glass cut some of them, as others were just panicking since they couldn't escape the club. The hook at the end wrapped itself right on the railing outside and as soon as she felt it was secure, she let herself go. She saw the rest of the gang members aiming and releasing fire; she looked up at the ceiling in panic realizing she had some way to go. As Amaya was getting closer to the top, she winced as she felt one bullet graze her below the knee and another on her upper right thigh. Finally, once she was at the railing, she grabbed onto it and lifted herself up, "Those assholes..." Amaya holstered her grappling gun and took a breather when she was on the rooftop of the club.