Chapter Six
The air outside was humid and hot. The clouds were still amongst the sky, yet no rain poured from them. The smell of asphalt filled the noses of anyone outside. However, all of this did not stop the normal hustle and bustle of the everyday party life of the people in the city.
Hookers stood on corners, drug dealers in alleys. Thieves ran into stores, while the innocent got mugged.
"This city's falling to shit," Scott told Charlie.
Charlie nodded his head.
They continued walking down the broken sidewalk. In hopes to make enough money from Thompson to keep their stomachs filled for one more day. They were still a good five blocks away, but had plenty of time.
"Hey honey, want to have some fun?" a woman walked out of the alley.
She wore a tight blue mini skirt, with a tight upper shirt that Scott doubted would fit a five-year-old. Her hair was curly and her eyes blood shoot. She tried to walk towards them in her giant high heel boots, but they ignored her. No doubt she was a hooker.
Toruta had cured all diseases such as AIDS, HIV, Herpes, Gonorrhea, and more. Hookers, however, were known to cut the penis off of any man that they had intercourse with, a kind of "trophy" for them.
This also meant that people could have sex as much as they wanted, setting the population in an unbalanced chaos. The great land was now just a joke of the world.
Scott and Charlie ignored the hooker and the constant drug dealers who tried to give them soma for a cheap price and finally made it to Thompson.
"You sure this is it?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, the directions said in a place like this." Charlie responded.
Scott thought about it and it didn't strike him odd that a man who wants dirty information about Diadem would also own a guns and ammunition store. Scott pushed on the door and it creaked open. The door hit some bells hanging just a couple inches from it.
The sound brought out an old man who was doing something in the back. Both men stepped in. The air was cool, yet stale. Old classic music from before their time was playing on an old compact disc player. Hanging from the walls, were heavy artillery guns, one right after another. Scott felt surprisingly at peace surrounded by so much firepower.
"Are you Thompson?" Charlie asked.
Thompson was humming the melody, while cleaning one of the handgun's barrels. He opened his eyes a little and looked up.
"Yeah, whose asking?" he responded.
"We might have something you're interested in," Charlie said.
"So, you two are the boys, that did that 'thing' for me?"
Charlie and Scott both nodded at the same time.
He put down the stuff in his hands on the dirty scratched up glass counter in front of him.
"All right, let's head in the back room," he looked around, "The walls have ears out here."
He unlocked a metal section of the counter and lifted up the flap. Scott and Charlie walked in a straight line through. Just as they were about to enter the door, Scott turned and looked out the barred window. He turned around to Charlie. Thompson left a wondering eye on the both of them.
"Look out that window," Scott pointed.
Charlie followed his finger's direction and looked out. The glass was dirty but the shadow still showed. There was a woman standing right out of the window, most likely trying to look in. Charlie looked back at Scott and gave him an interested look.
"So?" he asked.
"That girl out there has been following us for the past seven blocks now. I'm going to go see why."
"What ever, you get the girl, I'll get the money," Charlie let out a sigh.
Scott turned around and walked out towards the door.
"Where's your friend going?" Thompson asked.
"He's got other things to deal with than this. No worries, I got the tape, and I'm the smart one anyway.
Thompson laughed and let him in the back room.
Scott pushed the door open and the girl jumped back a few steps. She regained her cool and tried to act sexual.
She stood there in long black laced boots that went up to her knees. Fishnet stockings, that went up into her pink mini skirt. She wore a tight red jacket and her blonde curly hair sagged on her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes met his.
"Hey handsome," she said.
"What's up? You've been following me for quite some time now," Scott leaned against the wall.
"I couldn't help it," she slowly slid her index finger from his chest down.
He caught her hand and threw it away, "I don't help hookers."
"I'm not a hooker. Trust me."
She tried to rub him again but he threw her away, "I'm not going to pay what ever price you want."
"I don't want money," she moved closer, "I want you."
She pushed him against the wall with all of her force. He lost balanced and hit his back hard. His mouth opened up and she kissed him, sticking her tongue far down his throat. His eyes were open wide for a second then he took control and grabbed her.
Before Scott could regain his senses he was in a hotel room with her. He threw her on the dirty old mattress and got on top. He continued to kiss her lips and around her chin, and started kissing her neck. She moaned a little, which excited Scott a little.
He grabbed the zipper of her red jacket and zipped it down till it was off. Scott parted the jacket with his left hand and her left breast showed. It was soft and he groped it while he continued to kiss her neck. She started to rub his crouch but he kept his cool and started to kiss down her chest and down her stomach.
He helped her take off her laced boots and he took off her fishnet stockings. Scott lifted up her pink mini skirt. A pink tong lay underneath, but he didn't take it off. Instead he teased her by slowly licking from her knee to there and back. After a few times he could tell that she was becoming frustrated so he decided it was the right time.
He slowly began move her thong away, but a pounding came from behind him. Scott jumped to his feet.
"Who's that?" he asked.
"Shit. I thought he would be coming back later. That's my husband," she said as she closed her jacket and putting down her skirt.
"You're what?" Scott yelled.
The pounding got louder and louder. Scott reached into his trench coat for his weapon.
"What the fuck?" he asked himself.
His gun wasn't there. He left it back at the pub.
"Fuck. How did I get so careless to mess up this much? This was most likely a set up by this stupid bitch. I'm in trouble now," he thought to himself.
As if things couldn't get worse, a gunshot went off and the door handle came off. Scott had to get out of there, and quick. He took off his trench coat and wrapped it around his hand. Went up to the window and shattered the glass.
The door opened as he was doing this and the man began to yell at him. Scott blocked him out, however, and threw his trench coat out of the window. He then jumped out the window, just barely missing a bullet.
In mid air, Scott's trench coat opened up and he flew right into it. Pieces of glass cut him along the way, but he did not notice. Quickly he was falling down and it was too many stories to survive.
Scott couldn't believe it would end like this, death by cowardice. He should have stayed and fought, he knew he could have won. Would it have been worth it though? To fight would only show that he loved the woman who had tricked him into getting into that mess. Maybe though, she didn't trick him; maybe she was just under too much drug influence and forgot.
More of these thoughts filled his mind as he kept falling down. No thoughts of Lu, or Charlie, or his past life. Those never hit Scott in times he was most likely going to die. The only thing he ever thought about is how he got in and how he was going to get out.
What seemed a long time of thinking to Scott, was only a few seconds of falling. Unlike his engagement in the Diadem headquarters, Scott hit the ground with a hard bang. He couldn't feel anything, or see anything.
"Is this what it's like to be dead?" he thought to himself.
His mind stayed like that for a few minutes then he noticed that it was getting hard to breathe. He pushed his head up and took a big breath of air. The darkness went away and he could see the night sky. The bright stunning stars.
"Am I still alive?" he asked himself as he looked around.
He was enclosed on all four sides of him. He took a deep breath through his nose and he smelt something awkward. He looked down quickly and noticed he was lying in a big pile of filth.
"A dumpster," he said to himself, "I'm saved by a fucking dumpster."
He got up slowly; parts of his body were already stiff from the fall. He climbed out and tried to limp back home. After about a good hour of limping slowly and taking rests on corners, Scott returned to the pub and walked in the alley behind and opened the door.
Charlie was sitting on one of the couches reading.
"Hey Scott, we made lots of money. How was the girl?" Charlie asked.
Scott didn't say anything; he just stared at Charlie with an evil look.
"Holy crap man, what the hell did you do? Roll around in a dumpster?" Charlie fanned Scott with his book.
"Shut the fuck up smart ass," Scott walked over to the other couch and fell over, quickly passing out.