I try to give Enzo a call, but of course, he's not picking up. As usual. sigh Now I have to go get him from Love Poles, the local shithouse strip club. Why me? I throw on my leather riding jacket, grab the keys, and hop on my bike. Yes, I happen to own a motorcycle. Eleison sold it to me; why ride when you can fly? I want to hurry up and get this job done, so I floor it, pedal to the metal.
20 minutes later I park a few blocks away. I don't want any of that filthy scum from the strip club touching my bike. I take a deep breath, and walk in. Almost immmedeately my senses are hammered with purple velevet drapes and curtains, leopard print couches and chairs, old 70's sub-porno music, about 1,000 different smells, ranging from sexual aftermath to Shenelle number 5. Gross. I shudder. I despise this place. Even the most innocent soul here is completely tainted with Greed or Lust. A waitress, in skimpy clothing reminiscent of Playd00d magazine(bunny ears and all) notices me.
"Heeeey;)" she winks from across the room. "Enzo went upstairs, in room 3. Sounds like he's having a lot of fun up there. If you need anything, just holler, okay ;)?" Of course, I don't say anything. I try to remain as quiet as possible in public, around people I don't trust. Its just a bad habit I guess.
I head upstairs and mumble quietly to myself "stupidslutIknowmywayaroundhereI'mhereveryotherdaytryingtofindthisfatbastardnotthatyounoticeyouonlycareaboutmoneyyoustupidbitch." Anyway, I trudged upstairs to room 3. I stood outside the royal purple door, took a deep breath, and I could smell blood. I prepared for the worst. Good thing I did.
I stepped in. Enzo was screaming, and was pressed up against the wall. Blood soaked the floor. One of the call girls was lying dead on the floor. Her eyes were filled with fear. Her naked body was covered in larcerations, scratches, bite marks, and gashes. It looked as if someone had tried to rip her apart with their bare hands, or in this case, claws.
"Enzo!! What the fuck did you do?!?" His face was white, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the bed. "It's gonna kill me Raz! That fucking thing's gonna kill me!!" I looked over, and there was a demon standing by the bed. It's red eyes were staring at me, and an evil grin filled with malice creeped across his ugly face. I cracked my fingers, stood in front of Enzo, and coolly said "It's showtime," as my sword materializes into my hand.
FYI, a demon can create weapons from the blood of those he has slain. They can materialize them anywhere, at any time. I charge forward to slash at him, but he's a fast little bastard. So, I leap over, charge up the wall and ceiling, jump down to him, and punch him square in the face, right between the eyes. He goes flying like a ragdoll. I follow him through the air, and lock my arms around his. I drive him into the ground, in a kind of brainbuster DDT. Just as his skull cracks against the ground, I impale the rest of him on my sword. He screeches and hisses as his body disintegrates into a pile of sand. Enzo looks over at the pile of earth.
"Sand? Sand? That thing is fucking sand?!?!" I try to calm him down. If he keeps it up, he's going to have a heart attack one of these days. "Take it easy, Enzo. To you, he was nothing but sand. But to me..." I touch my blade to the pile of sand. It melts into blood, and my blade absorbs it before disappearing. "It's payment"
After a few minutes of calming down, I'm finally able to drag Enzo out of the club. He was able to get some payment out of the girls, but once again, he claimed most of it. "Hey, don't worry Raz, after you do this last job for me, you'll never have to worry about the rent again!" I let out an irritated sigh while asking "Well, I suppose I can give it a shot. What's the case?" Enzo flashes me a picture.
"Ever hear of Alice in Wonderland?"