This is my first entry. That's all that needs to be said.

Rated M for excessivlely crude language, violence, sexual themes, and pretty much everything.

The smoke of its revolver had ascended through the air full of blunt smoke and cheap cologne. The bloodstains were not as dispersed and vivid in sight, but the metallic concoction floats around the area where the light of the blinds are unable to reach. Inside a cheap motel room, the corpse of an elderly man with his hand severed in plain sight graced the same space as the feet of a sinister figure in a large trench coat, with a table and scattered playing cards tossed like ragdolls upon the rough carpet. As the exterminator turned off the blasted jazz music playing on the disposable radio, thoughts had spun around its cerebrum like it had taunted her.

Enid didn't know what to do first. Dispose of the villain, or encase the fat stacks of cash she had sprayed blood for.

As the sun became creeping up the oozing turquoise skies upon the haunted house, the teen's room was missing out on its unusual tint for the day. After a wretched nap turned to a full course slumber, Enid had pulled her torso up and stretched her arms around, with the sheets barely leaving a glimpse of her bare body. She hadn't expected the "payday" to be so exhausting yesterday, but now she was able to recover from her mortal wounds.

Before using all of her effort to force herself out of bed and get dresssed, her phone had vibrated on her flimsy nightstand.

A message from none other than Red Action, her soulmate and the site of her wildest thoughts. Though she seems content most of her time, Enid was just like any other teen struggling to set themselves straight, literally. Coming to terms with her sexuality was a tough pill to swallow, but it was a penetration to the heart for her to bottle up her emotions.

She hesitantly picked up the phone, and was nearly blinded by the brightness of her screen, taken up by a message, simple and direct:

"wyd today? any moves?"

Enid giggled. She doesn't usually respond physically when looking through the messages she receives every day, but when it came to her Red, she can't help but feel like a schoolgirl meddling and running circles around the new kid.

Tapping ensued.

"Not rly. you wanna get out for a while?"

With her message being fulfilled and sent, Enid began dressing herself one by one. For whatever reason, she got used to sleeping in commando after nearly a decade of her life feeling embarrassed even thinking about it. Perhaps it was the warmth that her girl gave to her in thought. Perhaps it was too warm on a winter day.

It couldn't be the latter.

After leaving her room, the teen descended down the spooky stairs redecorated in holiday themes. Despite her family often keeping the house as intimidating as it can be, it couldn't hurt to just change the interior around to capture the nostalgic glow of the calming winter nights, right?

Looking through the pantry, Enid found no luck. There was some leftover eyeballs from the refrigerator, but much to her dismay, no milk nor anything that can be accountable for breakfast. If she didn't get any caffeine quick, she couldn't live through the day.

The phone was still inside her pocket, but Enid dreaded every moment where Red is unable to message her. There was no breakfast in sight, and the rest of her family was still asleep. It's not usual for the household to be at its liveliest on 5 a.m.

"...what am I supposed to eat?" Enid had whispered to herself in paranoia.

Suddenly, the phone began buzzing at full volume. Inconveniently, someone forgot to disable the ringer for the alarm she meant to wake up to an hour sooner. That someone also slipped their grip and began juggling the device.

"Shit. G-goddam-SHIT!"

After grasping the phone witn two hands, Enid picked up the phone without the effort of seeing the contact.

"Hey, what's up?"

*Woah. You seem pretty chummy today, girl.*

That bastard's voice. Radicles, the muscle of Gar's Bodega and Enid's potential candidate for a sick threesome. She still had feelings for the guy, considering he had a sweet inside that was emphasized by his adorable attempts to appear a tough cookie.

"Rad? Where the fuck were you yesterday? I had to take over for both of our shifts!"

*Calm down, E. Not like it would have killed you.*

"Jesus, you have absolutely no idea."

She had reason. Had she not waste three-quarters of her energy at the bodega the previous noon instead of focusing on the botched card game with Boxmore's finest, she wouldn't have to put the old man down for the cash.

"What do you want, anyway? It's the weekend, shouldn't you be feeding some cats or something?"

*First of all, I wanna propose something that will maybe interest you. Second, I'm aware, but it's not like either of us have anyhing regular going on. And third, FUCK you.*

Good ol' Radicles.

"Okay, dick. I'm listening"

*I know your little secret. But don't worry about me alarming anybody.*

"What are you on about, meathead?"

*You're a badass at Hold Em'. I spotted you on some craps tables earlier this month when I snuck in to the Safe. You were decent, but I couldn't help but follow you to your game of poker after that. You got some magic, E."

Shit. How did he manage to enter the Safe? Even if Rad were to sneak in, what kind of people would be on his payroll or on his "fooled by the dumbass of all dumbasses" list? The Safe was literally both a trap house and a gambling haven, run by some of Lakewood's dopest. Like any generic distributor, they transported weed and occassionally base.

"U-uh-t-thanks? Look, I'm sorry I'm zoning out here, but virtually nobody knows that I am even participating in all that. I like to keep a low profile, okay? It's what I gotta do to survive."

Survive. That was the magic word for her gamble. Not even Enid herself knew what to do in her life. However, with the money flowing exponentially, she would be able to live in excess and establish her influence in the world, no matter the medium.

*I see. I just want to ask you if you're down to do the same thing tonight. I got some stuff to manage by the end of the weekend.*

Enid felt dumbfounded. "What?"

*Look, I know it sounds horrible, but I already thought this through. You're one of the top dogs in this bitch! If anybody can get me out of debt, its you and your magic. I need you to work it today! Please!*

"..."

Although she pondered for a good five seconds, she still rushed to a decision.

"I'll be there at 10. I'm going places with Red for the day."

*Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! It's settled then! Hope you won't let me dow-*

She hangs up the phone.

Hope you won't let me down

Shut the fuck up. Four common words that Enid had muttered under her breath. She felt a little pissed, but she knew she had to assist her friend.

Conveniently, the phone buzzes.

A message from Red.

That's the end of Chapter 1! Leave some feedback please!