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Chapter 2: Not Without a Fight
Carlos Sandoval checked his watch for the fifth time waiting for his partner to show up. He leaned against his Durango and crossed his arms. He checked his watch again, slightly exasperated that only a minute had passed since his last check. He wondered what was taking Trent so long and debated whether to give his friend a call to find out his ETA.
He watched with steady, espresso colored eyes as a couple stepped out of the Hollow which was supposedly the roughest punk rock club in town. He wasn't surprised to see that the man sported spiky flame colored hair and the woman walking next to him had on thick, knee-high black boots and chains dangling from her belt.
The sign for the Hollow was hanging lopsided and Carlos couldn't tell if that had been the owner's intent or if it had been damaged and never repaired. He thought it was more likely that it had been intentional. The siding was black but the trim around the doorway and the black curtained windows was a blood red.
He checked his watch and debated whether to bang his head on his Durango or not. Instead, his mind went to a person whom he didn't want to think about anymore, but every time he tried to distract himself, his mind betrayed him and it went to a clear and radiant image of Angela.
Carlos knew that he had been the one who had messed up in the relationship. He felt that he could have settled down with Angela but then he had to mess it up by playing hard to get. It had been a childish game and he had lost, leading him to a few months of lonely and self-pitying nights.
He sighed when he saw a familiar blue car down the street. He waited until the blue car parked next to his Durango before he straightened and uncrossed his arms. He felt relief fill him as the image of Angela faded away, as well as the feelings that had been hindering him from moving on.
Carlos waited for Trent to get out of his car before he said anything. "Hey, what took you so long?"
Trent shrugged his shoulders in reply and Carlos knew that Trent didn't want to talk about it. Carlos coughed and pointed at the Hollow asking silently if Trent was ready to go in.
"Let's head in," Trent said as he closed his car door with a slam.
Carlos looked at the leather jacket and jeans that Trent was wearing, to the jeans and long sleeved red shirt that he had on and said, "We won't blend in."
"Hey, since when do we ever really blend in?" Trent asked.
"Good point," Carlos said with grin as he followed Trent into the club.
Carlos allowed his eyes to adjust in the dimly lit club and wondered how people didn't bump into each other or the furniture. The only area that was clearly lit up was the stage which had a live band playing music that he thought was something between gothic and punk.
Carlos didn't know if they could find Sullivan in the darkness but then Trent tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Carlos, he's standing next to the stage," Trent said as he indicated the direction with the tilt of his head.
Carlos turned his body slightly to take a look trying to make it seem as though he wasn't looking it that particular direction. He didn't want Sullivan to notice them.
Carlos saw Sullivan standing next to the stage as Trent had told him. Carlos could easily see that Sullivan wore a black leather coat and black leather pants with chains. He looked as though he was a tree and that a dog had wrapped its chain around his legs.
As Carlos followed Trent in the direction of the stage, he tried not to bump into anyone. Carlos almost ran into Trent when he abruptly stopped. Carlos frowned and looked over Trent's shoulder to see why his friend had stopped moving towards Sullivan.
Carlos could barely make out the features of a girl that was standing in front of them even though she was wearing glow in the dark bracelets and necklaces. Carlos couldn't determine if the girl's hair was jet black or a dark blue.
"You two want anything to drink?" A girl asked as she stood in front of them balancing a tray of empty glasses in her right hand.
"No, thank you," Trent replied giving her a charming smile.
The girl rolled her eyes and headed to a table whose party had just left for the dance floor.
Trent started to walk forward but this time Carlos kept his distance so that there was some space in between them.
Carlos knew that bringing Sullivan in wasn't going to be easy but he hoped that he at least wouldn't get punched in the face this time.
Carlos was relieved that they had finally reached the stage and Sullivan. Trent tapped Sullivan on the shoulder.
Sullivan spun around and glared at them as though he was ready to spit venom in their faces.
"Whatever you want, I don't care, so you had better get outta here," Sullivan turned back to the stage, but he remained at an angle so that Trent and Carlos were clearly within his line of vision.
"Gus Sullivan, we are placing you under civilian arrest," Trent said loud enough so that only Sullivan would hear.
Carlos watched as Sullivan turned to face them with his scarred hands formed into tight fists.
Carlos sighed recognizing how Sullivan had obtained those scars. "Look, can we just take you in without any hassle because I would like to have at least one day without a fight." Carlos dodged a blow to the right side of his face, "I guess not."
Carlos avoided the rapid punches that flew towards him as he kept his sight on Sullivan's movements, waiting for the perfect time to strike. He saw out of the corner of his eye, Trent standing off to the side watching and waiting for Carlos to capture Sullivan.
Carlos feinted right and when Sullivan went for it, Carlos threw a punch at Sullivan's chin. "What are you doing here anyway, Gus?" Carlos asked as he grabbed the dazed man's arms so he couldn't throw another punch.
"Not bad, Carlos," Trent said his grin visible in the stage light.
The music stopped just as Carlos was about to comment. He felt all of the eyes in the room focusing on the stage and on him.
"Hey, where are you going with my Dad?" A girl with purple streaks in her long blonde hair and a red eyebrow ring asked as she stepped off of the stage, her guitar clutched tightly in her hands.
"Uh, he's going to jail?" Carlos answered not liking the anger in the girl's piercing green eyes.
"I don't think so!" The girl yelled as she kicked Carlos in the shin, avoiding her father's leg by an inch then she turned and swung her guitar at Trent.
Trent jumped back and avoided the guitar but wasn't prepared for the torrent of guitar swinging that the girl forced upon him.
Carlos saw the guitar slam against Trent's cheek, sending him backwards several steps, almost tumbling to the floor, but with the years of his marital arts training he remained on his feet.
With a swift movement of his feet, he avoided another hit from the guitar and he managed to grab the guitar and take it out of the girl's hands. The girl, not ready to give up, ran at Trent her arms poised to strike. Trent tossed the guitar, deftly grabbed the girl by the arm, and spun her around so he could hold on to both of her wrists.
"That is enough, my little Pixie," Sullivan said sadly but with praise in his voice. "They have me, fair and square."
Pixie nodded her head and Trent released her when she stopped struggling. Trent followed the limping Carlos this time, keeping a wary eye on the girl who hadn't moved since her father had asked her to stop.
Carlos placed Sullivan in his Durango and shut the door, knowing that Sullivan wasn't going to try and escape.
"We are not going to tell Kim about Sullivan's daughter, right?" Carlos asked turning to Trent as he rubbed his shin noting that his friend had a fine purple bruise on his cheek.
Trent nodded and asked with concern in his eyes, "Are you all right, Carlos?"
"Yeah, I'm fine but I'm just glad I didn't get punched in the face. I think I should train with you some more."
"That would be wise," Trent replied as headed toward his car.
"Yeah, it would," Carlos replied watching Trent get into his car and start the engine. As he got into his vehicle, he didn't know if it would be wise to ask Trent why he had been so distracted lately, but as his best friend, he had a duty to find out what was wrong.
