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The cold, clear blue eyes pierced straight into her soul, imprinting themselves onto her brain. They were eyes of the man who killed her father and her family. The ones she vowed she would someday see laced with pain as he slipped into the void of death. That was when she heard the screams, they were everywhere, in everything; they were the screams of her family as the ship was blown up. Suddenly she was swimming, taking in harsh breaths, striving to get away from the flames, the explosions and inevitably the backwash as the ship was torn in two and sunk. Bodies and limbs littered the bloodstained water. They floated past her as she threatened to lose her consciousness to the darkness. The limbs of her family, her world, her comfort, the bodies of her friends, they all floated past her in the murk called water. The water, though it couldn't be called such now closed over her head as she was pulled into unconsciousness.
Mav sat bolt upright in her bed, the nightmare still present in her mind and sweat pouring down her body. Her heart was pounding, just like every other time she awoke from that nightmare her.
The nightmare always came, always took her over in her sleep and failed to let her surface from its grip until she was sucked under the water.
Mav's eyes darted around the room as she struggled to calm herself. Her blue eyes fell upon her clock as she realized it was 4:00 in the afternoon. Thinking that it was probably time to get a move on she stumbled out of bed and down to the kitchen.
It wasn't long before her attention was captured solely with a bowl full of pasta. Once the pasta was finished she allowed her thoughts turn to other matters such as what she would do for the remainder of the day and the long night.
As Mav continued to play with the thoughts of going to the movies or to the clubs her eyes darted around the room. Her eyes stilled as she spotted her mobile. The phone buzzed with a new text message as she leaned over to pick it up.
The brunette activated the screen to reveal a message from her friend Jay, he was going clubbing tonight. This bit of knowledge made the sixteen year old decide to go clubbing and she texted Jay back to tell him that she was coming too.
Thinking she had some time to spare before it was time to go clubbing Mav decided to go out to the garage and work on her Lamborghini Murcielago. The coat of paint she had put on the night before should have dried so now she could start to work on the stencilling.
Sunset had come and gone by the time Mav headed inside to get ready. Her clubbing outfit was quick to put on; a boob-tube top with a pair of denim mini-shorts which was finished off by a pair of stilettos.
The downtown district was lit up brightly with colourful lighting by the time the brunette got there. Pulling up in front of one of the more exclusive clubs she hopped out of her Ferrari Enzo and started to make her way to the front of the club.
Out the front she was met by Jay, PJ and Michael. They greeted each other out the front where the music wasn't loud enough to hinder their conversation.
"Yo, Mav, how you going? Didn't think you were going to show tonight 'cause you haven't been out with us in a while," PJ asked while he checked out a couple of tall, blondes that walked past.
"Yeah, I haven't been out with you guys lately, work has been pretty busy but i felt it was time to get out for a bit," answered Mav as her eyes met with Jay's.
"We were worried you had disappeared of the face of the planet, it's been way to long. Thankfully your here tonight by your own choice otherwise we would have had to drag you out of the house by your feet," teased Michael.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah enough talking, let's get in this club and start groovin'" broke in Jay.
The group made their way towards the entrance and passed through without a hitch with a little help from some extra cash. Soon they were dancing away on the dance floor; the boys checking the chicks out and Mav getting down and enjoying the music.
The hours passed by and the gang were still enjoying themselves in the club. As one song changed to the next Mav noticed a new group of guys enter the club. Three of them looked very out of place and their expressions said that they had been forced to come by their mates.
Something about them told Mav they were unusual. Whether or not it was her battle hardened instinct she decided to make note of what they looked like. The three out of place men looked to be between the ages of 30 and 50.
The tallest out of the group looked like a leader; his dark hair was left at a medium length with a fairly solid cut. His blue jeans and grey T-shirt showed off his toned body. His age would be somewhere between 38 and 40.
The muscliest of the group was seriously tank. Muscles bulged from under his shirt and his body gave the impression that he worked out often. His expression was one of boredom, as if he had done this all before. The man's black hair was cropped close and he was wearing cargo pants and a black T-Shirt that enhanced his tough look, lots of people were making sure to stay well out of his way.
The oldest of the group had the look of a medic. Instantly Mav disliked him, having hated medics for a number of years there was no way she was going to like this one. His T-Shirt was yellow, a contrast to his friends' but he also wore black denim jeans. A pair of glasses was perched upon the blondes' nose, making him look very out of place.
The group's younger member looked a lot more like they belonged in the club. Each was somewhere between the age of 16 and 25 and already checking out the club.
Mav continued to dance as she continued to carefully assess the group of guys. Two of them looked to be twins, one had dark, brown medium length hair and the other had beach-boy blonde medium length hair. The dark haired boy was wearing a bright red T-Shirt along with a pair of jeans while the blonde haired boy had the same outfit except with a bright yellow T-Shirt.
As Mav finished memorizing the profiles of the twins and before she could start on assessing the two boys standing next to them, the blonde looked up and caught her staring. Holding the eye contact he said something to his friends and started to weave his way through the crowd towards her.
Embarrassed to be caught staring she continued to dance as the boy made his way towards her. Their eyes never left each other's even when he was standing next to her. Mav made a point to never break a stare, even if it wasn't a competition it still showed you were weak, and she wasn't one to be weak.
Without saying anything he continued with the unofficial staring competition as he started to dance next to her. The music changed and still they did not break eye contact, neither would back down.
After holding the very intense staring contest for five minutes Mav had to break away her gaze as her eyes started to water heavily. Although the brunette could have held it longer, her eyes were already irritated by the covers* which she had to wear and staring just increased the irritation.
A smirk crossed the blonde's face as he realised he had one. "That was one intense staring competition, I've now got one round to me but we'll have to have a couple more rounds another time," the boy said as he changed his movement to fit better with the change of music.
"Not the most intense staring competition I've been in but I will have to play a couple more rounds just to prove I can kick ass," quipped Mav.
The boy's smirk turned to a genuine smile at this. "Anyways despite our very intense competition I still don't know your name," He said bluntly.
"Yeah hotshot and I don't know yours either" teased Mav.
"Oh, right, well I'm Sean but you can call me Sunstreaker," Sean answered before sending a scathing look to the medic-looking guy standing back with his group.
"I'm Mav, its short for Maverick but just call me Mav. Did you drag him here or something?" questioned the brunette.
"No, more like he decided he could keep me out of trouble so he brought himself along to just brood in the back of the club" he said defiantly.
"Yeah well he can stay at the back of the club thanks. Slightly older guys are fine, just not when they look like medics," stated Mav.
Sunstreaker shot Mav a weird look but continued to dance. The two of them continued to groove and talk until it was three thirty am and time to go home.
"Ok, well I have to go; Mr Medic didn't want to come in the first place and will be grumpier than he already is if I keep him waiting. Anyways here's my number, talk to me whenever and maybe we can get around to those other rounds of the staring competition," Sunstreaker said as he passed Mav a small piece of paper.
"Yeah, ok, I'll see how work is and stuff but I might not be able to contact you back too soon. Seeya," Mav said as she shot him a smile before turning away and heading towards her car.
Soon Mav was pulling out of the parking lot and heading home. The streets now dark as the last clubbers headed home.
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