Short Circuit

The atmosphere was absolutely electrifying!

Nothing described my surroundings better at the moment. The music boomed around me as everyone danced together on the club's floor. I felt life buzz around me. This? This was great. Good people, Good times.

What wasn't so great was that I seemed to have this unexplainable twitch in my body. I felt like I was on some sort of sugar rush, so my moves for the night seemed to jump between flailing to the beat, twitching, and the occasional actual dance move. It annoyed me to no end.

I looked to the DJ for the night. I heard an all too familiar beat playing, and like the rest of the club I got dragged into the groove.

Like, dragged guys. Someone was literally dragging me by the arm.

"Hey!" I yelped, slapping the offending hand away and pulling my arm back. I looked to see the face of the one responsible a few mere inches away from mine. The bloke was drunk off his ass, that's for sure. " Ey, mate. Hands off." I could smell the alcohol in his breath. " Eey, Baby… You looking alright… Whats'yer name?"

Ugh. Just what my night needed. " Piss off." I was in no mood to deal with some drunkard. Right now I wanted to dance. If Dare wanted to dance goddamn Dare was gonna dance. Too bad that guy kept pulling my arm. " Aw c'mon, don't be so meannnn…" Tug. " I jus' wanna talk" Tug " C'mon, stop being a frigid bitch already" Tug " Whatever you're just some ugly-ass weirdo with stupid hair, you bitch…"

THAT WAS ENOUGH.

" I SAID PISS OFF, YOU ASS!" I growled, winding up my arm for a good punch to his stupid mug. I felt a jolt of adrenaline in my veins, the anger getting my blood boiling. In my rage, I failed to notice the rest of the club had gone into a panic of sorts. It was only then I realized that my surroundings had gone completely dark.

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!" Yelled one of the employees. " Somehow our fuse box has blown. There's smoke and sparks, so we're afraid we have to get everyone out of here. Sorry, guys…" I hear a chorus of irritated groans and disbelief follow me as I shuffle out of the club along with the rest of its patrons. Oh well, the night was still pretty young. It's not like that was the only club in the city. I decided to hop over to another club. And another. And another.

What the actual hell.

No matter where I went, the same thing seemed to happen. Anytime I felt like energy was just bursting through my pores (or I wanted to punch someone) the power went out and everyone was forced to leave. I was sitting outside my fifth attempt for the night when my phone began to ring. I looked at the caller ID. Lima. Wonderful, first my clubbing was ruined and now my boss was calling me. Don't get me wrong; Lima's great, but jesus if I was called in for an assignment right now I was going to lose it)

I answered the call, trying my best not to sound bummed. " Hello?"

" Dare!" Lima's voice sounded urgent. " This will probably sound weird, but has anything… odd happened to you recently?…"

" Well," I began. " I was trying to go clubbing, but everywhere I go the power keeps dying." I couldn't hide my disappointment. I waited for a response for a few seconds. After a while, I couldn't help but chime in. " Boss? You alright? You're awfully quiet right now…"

The other end was silent. Did she hang up on me?

" Boss?"

" …Oh!" I heard Lima gasp on the line. " I'm sorry; I was just… pondering something, is all… but Dare…" I gulped. " Yes ?"

" I want you to come to headquarters ASAP. I think we all need a talk…"

She hung up, leaving me with nothing but more questions. We? Who's we? I didn't do anything wrong did I?

Either way, my club hopping was definitely done for the night.

Dare