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"Fiction is the truth inside the lie" Stephen King
Serenity
Chapter 2
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"Kor… Kor… Kori."
Kori opened her eyes to soft voice of Garfield, and his goofy smile spread wide across his face. She blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as he spoke to her.
"Hey, you finally woke up. Rachel went upstairs to help Roy so she had me wake you."
"Oh… ok," she tiredly replied.
He gave her his hand and she gladly reached for it, finding herself being pulled out of the car's metal door frame. The two made their way over to the elevators at the far end of the garage, and took the ride up to the 90th floor.
"Ok so, Richard got us into this totally new, way cool night club downtown and I heard they have these awesome babes… and uh… dudes for you I guess, but that doesn't matter, cause there's these…"
Kori suddenly felt a slight trickle of blood move slowly along her skin, as Garfield went into the specifics of why the night club was better than any other. She inwardly swore, discreetly pulling her leather jacket tighter around herself. Luckily, Garfield took no notice of her actions as he went on with his ramble. She lightly applied pressure on her abdomen, hoping to stop the crimson flow. She had no idea how much blood she'd lost in the past hour, and wasn't willing to chance it.
"Hey, Kor? Are you even listening?"
"Uh, yeah. You were talking about the night club," she said, with a quick smile.
He studied her face before answering, "You know, if this is about Richard…"
"What? Gar, no. I wasn't even thinking about him."
"Oh… well he's talking to Bruce right now, in case you want to see him."
The ding of the elevator signaled their arrived destination, as they made their way across
the rich forest green carpet. There were only four suites on that particular floor, theirs being the very last from the elevators. The walls were painted a warm crème color, and the doors carved out of mahogany wood. Small bulbs dotted the ceiling, providing a source of light in the hallways.
As Garfield pulled out his keys and opened the door, they were met with the cool flow of
the air conditioning, mixed in with the smells of wine and expensive leather.
"Hey Kor," Rachel greeted from the couch.
"Hey," she said softly, and walked over to get a better look at Roy's condition. "You ok?"
Roy let out a grunt as Rachel extracted the bullet from his abdomen.
"He'll be fine, he's only got a few minor injuries," Rachel answered for him.
"Minor my ass," he grumbled.
"Shut up Roy."
He let out a frustrated groan and leaned his head against the couch, clenching his teeth from the pain.
"Gar get over here, I need you to hold his arm for me."
He set down his keys and quickly walked over.
"Well I'll be in my room if anyone needs me. We're going to that club tonight right?" asked Kori.
"Yeah, just don't wear anything too revealing," Rachel winked.
Kori let out a small smile and subconsciously pulled the jacket even tighter around her waist. She slipped by Richard who was just entering the living room, and quickly made her way to her own.
Sanctuary at last.
Leaning against the door, Kori slowly lifted up her shirt, revealing the bloody mess below. She let out a disgruntled sigh and grabbed a tissue from atop her dresser. After 5 minutes of finally stopping the blood flow from her wound, her eyes widened at the sight on her skin. It's delicate lines formed a half moon, surrounded by thin, wispy clouds adorning the alarming picture. She shuddered as she traced the outline, it's purpose already taking place. The mark rose slightly higher than her skin, creating an imprint of what was the result of a psychotic man's fanatical pleasure. As she glided her finger along the rest of the forming scar, questions rushed through her mind. There was an indescribably intricate picture on her skin and she didn't know why. Was it a sign? A message? Just some sick game they were trying to play with her? She banged her head back against the wall, letting out another frustrate sigh.
'What the hell is going on here?'
Was this their way of branding people? …Branding people for what though? She shivered at the thought. What if she was in danger? That meant the rest of the team was too.
'No.'
Kori let her head fall into her hands, as she combed her fingers through her hair.
She wasn't in danger. She couldn't be. It was just a simple psychotic man on the street. Nothing else. She wasn't going to let her mind succumb to paranoia once more. But then why was there a picture carved into her skin? No, no. No. It was only a small cut. And just that. A minor wound that the rest of the guys didn't need to know about. She'd make sure of that. No one but Roy was there, and he was half unconscious when they were almost sculpting her skin. If anyone found out, questions would be asked. And she hated questions. They led to nothing but more pain and agony. Besides, if it was really her that they wante-
"Kori!"
She snapped her head up at the sound of her name. Kori's mind quickly flew back to reality, and she took a deep breath, exhaling to calm her already shaken body.
"Yes?"
"Rae wants me to tell you we're leaving soon, so hurry up!" came Garfield's muffled voice from outside her door.
"Okay," she quickly replied. "I'll be out in 10 minutes."
X
Kori looked at herself in the mirror. Night clubs like these were usually because of Richard. Being one of Gotham's most prized playboys did have its advantages. Free VIP passes to everywhere and everything. If he was seen, then there would be publicity. And publicity meant money. A lot of money.
But it wasn't like the rest of them were left in his shadow either. They were all heirs to enough money to keep their great grandchildren living in the lap of luxury. Even Rachel. Her father's downfall after his exploitation of illegal weaponry didn't come without a big, fat paycheck for her. His remaining wealth was now in her legal possession, and it was all accessible with a single phone call.
All of Kori's friends had grown up in million dollar mansions with private beaches and Lamborghinis at the snap of a finger. But apparently, having money just wasn't the same as the illegally earned kind. The rush of adrenaline must've been too addicting.
Still, it was surprising how many of Gotham's finest had connections to the criminal underground. Even the older generations knew a few drugs lords here and there. As if they didn't have enough gold already. Then again, brothels were getting expensive these days.
Kori sighed and looked at the reflection staring back at her. She had put on a layer of mascara and some lip gloss, along with a dash of blush. It didn't take much for her to look good and she was as sure as hell glad of it. Putting on a smile, she looked at her outfit to make sure it didn't reveal her forming scar. The tight black tank top hugged her body, revealing her curves perfectly, and they accentuated her low rise dark blue jeans. Topping it off with a pair of knee high boots, Kori grabbed her leather jacket and made her way towards the penthouse door, where everyone else was waiting.
"Alright, one down, one to go," said Garfield.
"Damn it, where is Tara? I swear, that girl can take five hours just to put on her make-up," Karen huffed.
"If she doesn't come out in 2 minutes, I'm leaving," stated Rachel. Her patience was running out, especially since Tara was not one of her favorite people in the world. For all she cared, the girl could've been dead in a ditch.
"Come on Rae, Tara's not that bad. It's not like she's trying to take longer," defended Garfield.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Rae, before you actually comprehend it in that tiny brain of yours?"
"A million and one."
She simply rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall, next to Kori, who was trying to avoid Richard's eyes.
Rachel took small glances at Garfield, too, as they waited another 10 minutes. He was cute, she'd give him that much. And he was always trying to make her laugh, flirting with her shamelessly even in public. Yet there was always something so intriguing about him, even when he pissed the living daylights out of her. But she knew that his little quirks and sex implied comments given on a daily basis were only jokes. She could tell that he liked Tara. Tara was… her complete opposite. Her skin was stunningly tan, matching her hair that was like a long mane of gold. Luscious cherry lips and crystal blue orbs adorned her flawless face, topped off with thick lashes that framed her eyes. She had a personality that perfectly complemented Garfield's, but could instantly be serious and caring when the moment presented itself. It was no wonder he liked her, and not Rachel. Whatever though. It didn't matter. She could always find another guy. There were plenty that would die on their knees for her, so she didn't need to depress herself with thoughts of her "inadequacy" when compared to Tara. Rachel knew she was beautiful- just in a different way than most bimbos. Either way, if Tara didn't come out soon, she was seriously going to punch someone. Preferably Garfield, seeing as he was the main source of her intolerant wait.
Another 5 minutes passed and Tara still hadn't come out.
"Ok, that's it! I'm leaving. I've been standing here for 30 minutes, and I'm not waiting any longer," Rachel said with a growl of annoyance.
"Rae! Give her a couple more minutes. We're all waiting too," Garfield said in response to her waning patience.
"Party time!" Tara screamed out, as she walked out of the bathroom, moving her body already to the music only she could hear.
"See? She's here."
"Yeah, after half an hour of waiting," muttered Rachel.
"Can we finally go now?" said Karen impatiently. "I bought these heels for a reason, and it was not for standing around talking."
"Alright, alright, let's go," said Richard. "We've got a corner reserved for us and a room full of hot babes to lay."
"Then what the hell are we standing around here for! Let's go!" Roy yelled, whose eyes suddenly began to gleam.
"Yeah Roy, no dancing and no sex for you tonight. You're still healing," Rachel flatly stated.
His smile faltered, as everyone burst out laughing. They all headed to the doorway and made their way towards the garage, where the limo was awaiting.
X
As the limo pulled up to the night club, they were greeted with the shouts and yells of the already packed building. The name Taunt shined in the night sky, it's neon lights brightening the dim surrounding area. Walking in, the guys were immediately led away by various girls in all too revealing outfits.
"Where the hell do you think you're going with my man?" yelled Karen to a brunette clinging herself onto Victor's arm. "Girl, you did not just throw yourself at him."
The brunette rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated huff, moving on to find the next unlucky man for a one night stand.
Kori watched as Karen pulled Victor away, scolding him about flirting with other women, as he tried his best to defend himself.
"Looks like the two year couple is as happy as ever, huh?" joked Rachel.
"You know they were meant to be together."
"Yeah… until the end of time," she laughed.
The two of them made their way to the reserved table, and ordered a pair of beers.
"Where did Tara go?"
"Probably to get laid."
"Rae!"
"What? It's not like it's impossible," she said monotonously.
"I know you don't like Tara, but she's not that bad of a person. Just give her a break. She's had a hard life too."
"Whatever."
Kori sighed, and looked around, finally spotting Karen in the crowd, flowing to the rhythm of the music. "I'm gonna go join Bee, ok?"
Rachel glanced up to see where she was looking at, "Sure, just don't let some guy grope you while you're dancing."
Laughing, Kori got up. "Yeah, the next idiot who tries that again, will find my boot in his crotch."
The usual wolf whistles and pick up lines were thrown at her as she made her way over to Karen, but Kori simply ignored all of them. Panic! At the Disco began to play, and she immediately went along to the beat. Her body danced to the intoxicating music, mesmerizing more than one man in the room. Kori's fingers slid through her silky hair, as she tossed her head from side to side, completely in sync with Karen beside her. She swung her hips and shoulders, while still rolling her torso, showing off her thin form. Suddenly, she felt a man's strong hand pull on her own, gracefully leading her to the left. Just as he did so, a gentle, slow song began to play. Kori found her looking up into the smoky grey eyes of a stranger. They were an electrifying color, yet when he smiled down at her, a tint of golden brown shone through, warming his face. His hands lightly wrapped themselves around her waist, as he gazed intently into her eyes.
"Now, what's a cutie like you doing here without someone to dance with?"
"Well it doesn't seem to appear that way anymore, does it?" she smoothly replied. Kori was used to this by now. Plenty of men had hit on her while she was dancing, so this was no different than usual.
"No, I believe not."
She let out a tinkling laugh in response.
"So tell me, who do I have the wonderful pleasure of dancing with tonight?"
"Xavier."
"Xavier, huh? She paused and looked skeptically at him, trying to figure out what was really going on through his mind. Men like him were usually predictable. Gazing intently into his eyes, she asked "That's it?"
"Pretty much." Usually predictable. Men were usually predictable. Apparently, tonight was not a usually.
"Hm… so no last name or idiotic comment to get me in bed with you?"
"You want me that much babe?"
Kori playfully shoved him backwards. "Hell no!"
"Well then maybe I'll just have to convince you."
She smirked back at him. "Try me."
"Anytime cutie, anytime."
A small smile appeared on her face as she let him lead her closer to the middle of the dance floor.
As the beat of the song blasted into metal, she felt his hands slowly slide down her waist, landing on her hips. She could feel him pulling her closer, gently tugging her slim frame forward. It wasn't like the way most men acted around her. He was tender in his movements, not like that kind that immediately pulled her forward so they could shove their erecting groin against her pelvis. Xavier simply beckoned her. But he was definitely convincing. So much for "never falling for another man besides Richard." Her lower body instinctively started moving to the rhythm. She knew it was wrong. She'd just met the guy for god's sake, but the feeling of his body so close to hers… there was something about it that she liked. Something beyond plain sex and one night stands. Something that made him stand out from the rest. His actions spoke more than his words. The way his hands were so lightly "asking" her body to meld into his, and the way his hot breath felt against her skin, it was invigorating. The mob of people around them began to fade away as she focused only upon herself and Xavier.
X
Rachel sat alone at the table watching her friends dance to the screaming music. Looking down, she rolled her eyes at the beer in her hand. It was her fifth cup that night, and she still hadn't moved from her seat. Was she really getting that pathetic?
Victor and Karen were together, dancing their hearts out, as were Garfield and… Tara. Oh how she despised that bitch. She never intentionally tried to hurt Rachel, or so she said, but everything the girl did got on her nerves. Especially the way she was around Garfield. She led him on, and Garfield knew it. But every time it was brought up, he just brushed if off, the same way he did when she left him to go fuck another guy. Rachel knew it secretly hurt Garfield, even if he wasn't willing to admit it. He and Tara weren't dating, but they were more like friends… with benefits. Still, it was as if her and Tara had been born to hate each other. And for the two of them, it was perfectly fine. They accepted it with no disagreement. It was just the rest of their friends who seemed to have a problem with it.
She turned her gaze onto Kori, who was dancing very closely to a guy she didn't know.
'That ass better not do anything to her,' she thought.
Rachel felt a slight breeze pass by as someone sat down in the chair next to her.
"How's your night been?" asked Richard, while taking a drink from his beer.
"Just fine and dandy," she replied, sarcasm seething through her voice. "Fine and dandy."
"Gar's dancing with Tara again?"
"…And your point is?" she shot back at him.
"Nothing… nothing at all," he chuckled.
X
Kori
Everyone around them blurred out of her vision as she grinded her hips against his. She lifted her arms in the air, combing her fingers through her hair and throwing them up. Xavier ran his hands along her sides, creating a shudder from Kori's body. He could feel his manhood rising towards her while she pressed herself into him even more, flowing to the fast paced beat.
Kori's mind swirled with thoughts, as she closed her eyes and let the hypnotizing song direct her body movements. She was getting lost in the music.
X
Karen walked over to the table, tugging along a tired looking Victor. She was still out of breath when they sat down to take a break from the intense dancing.
"Two Scotts please," Karen asked a passing by waiter.
"And another Tequila!" Rachel called after him.
Karen picked up a piece of shrimp on the plate and took a bite. "Girl, how much have you had to drink today?"
Rachel glared back at her, just as Tara walked over, grabbing a seat at the table. Garfield slid in too, looking considerably tousled, with his hair messed up and shirt halfway unbuttoned. He winked at a pair of passing by girls.
"Not enough…" she muttered.
The waiter soon came back with the requested alcoholic drinks, who was followed by Roy, with two girls clinging to his arms. Both had on skimpy outfits that showed more than enough cleavage for all the world to see. The brunette on Roy's right giggled as he whispered something into her ear, and she turned around to look at Richard. He had on his cool playboy attitude, something he was famous for in Gotham. Leaning back in his chair, he took another sip of beer as an amused half-grin crossed his handsome features. The brunette walked over slowly, swaying her hips to the sides in a seductive motion. She reached Richard and bent low, letting her scent flow over him, as she climbed onto his lap, her short skirt rising up a fair amount. Traveling her hand up his toned chest, she leaned in, grazing his lips with her own.
Roy smirked and walked over to the corner of the table against the wall, immediately engaging in a heated passionate make-out session with the other blonde on his arm. Depending on his mood, he might get laid that night with… wait what was her name again? Or did she even mention it…? Maybe. Maybe not. Mostly, it was just his way of making Tara jealous. She was always up for a lay and was fucking great at it. And making out with another girl in front of her was the best way to get it. He didn't give a damn what Rachel said. Hard sex was always the best remedy.
X
Kori
Xavier leaned his face down, letting his hot breath tickle her ear. Kori put her head onto his toned chest, just as the music slowed, yet again, to a gentle beat. Circling her arms around his neck, she inhaled his scent, wanting to capture it forever. For some reason, it calmed her. It was a warm smell, with a tint of soap and cologne in it. Her worries about the scar forming on her abdomen dissipated, and her consistently racing mind slowed to a smooth pace.
Their bodies rocked against one another as they shifted from side to side. She felt perfect beside him. Every curve of their bodies fitted together and his warmth radiated onto her. Everyone else faded to a blur.
X
She slid her tongue out, tracing the outline of Richard's mouth before crushing her lips against his. The brunette was an anxious one. If it hadn't of been illegal, she probably would've stripped down and fucked him right there and then, especially at the rate she was going. 5 minutes on his lap and she was already groping his cock and licking his neck. Looked like someone hadn't gotten action for a few days. It didn't matter to him though, he needed a good one night stand to take his mind off things.
Bruce was going to have his ass for the run in with, according to Kori, some idiotic low lives. And they were still short in supply of the weed shipments, even with the truckload they'd gotten that night. Damn dealers just couldn't comprehend the fact that it was Bruce Wayne they were working for. He'd have to drop by sometime and pay them a visit. Five minutes was all it'd take.
And then… then there was Kori. She had been exceptionally cold towards him that night, ever since he'd snapped at her in the alleyway.
'It's not like I meant it… I was just under a lot of stress, and she knew that.' Richard combed his fingers through his jet black hair. 'She's known that we've been having trouble with Slade lately, and it wasn't like I yelled at her. I was just slightly pissed off…'
He felt the girl's hands move over his abs. Sure, he felt slightly guilty for doing this, especially where everyone could see… where Kori could see… but he needed to get his mind away from all the thoughts clouding his mind. Though it didn't seem to be working so well at the moment. 'Damn, I really need a beer right now.'
The brunette on top of him began to grind at torturing slow pace, trying to get an arousal out of him.
'Or just a good fuck.'
A moan escaped her lips as he slid his hands underneath her skirt.
"Dude, get a room!" yelled Garfield.
Lifting his head up from his own make out session with Karen, Victor let a scowl cross his face. "Yeah man, at least have some decency."
Richard broke away from the tongue war he was having with the brunette and smirked. He lifted his hands from her thong and replied, "If you say so."
Picking her up by her thighs, with her legs still wrapped around his torso, he walked off in the direction of the bathrooms. Her annoying giggles could be heard as they left, causing Rachel to cringe in her seat at the shrillness.
"Fucking dickhead…" she muttered.
Five minutes passed by, and the group sat in silence. Roy and the blonde he'd picked up at the bar were still going at it in the corner, as were Karen and Victor, who had somehow ended up laying on the leather couch right next to them.
Rachel rubbed her temples, trying to keep herself from screaming, as Garfield absentmindedly played with an empty beer bottle. But the quietness at their table didn't last long, as it was soon broken by Tara suddenly standing up.
"You know what? I'm fucking bored," she said as she walked over to Roy and roughly ripped the girl from his arms, "… get off Blondie, it's my turn."
Roy let out a grin, and began to slowly slide his hands up Tara's shirt. Whether she noticed it or not, didn't seem to matter.
The girl let out a look of incredulity, and sat on the floor, where Tara had thrown her. She had a pissed off glare on her face, that made Rachel almost want to laugh.
"Here," Tara pulled Roy's wallet out of his pants pocket and threw a 50 at her. "Now leave," she said threateningly.
The blonde, got up and walked off, holding her head up high in an attempt of dignity- not that she actually had any to begin with.
Rachel smirked behind her. 'As much as I hate Tara, that bitch deserved it.' Then she glanced over at Garfield, who had a frown on his face as he gazed at Tara and Roy.
'I should probably say something to him…' The look of sorrow on his face was enough to tell her everything though. She knew that Garfield had had a crush on Tara, but this… this confirmed it even more.
"Hey Gar, uh… are you… okay?" she managed to get out. 'What the hell, that has to be the most idiotic thing you've ever asked. Of course he's not okay! The girl he loves just went off to have a goddamn make out session with another guy.'
"Huh? Oh yeah! I'm fine," he quickly replied, with a big smile on his face.
She lifted an eyebrow at his response. "Tell the truth Gar, you don't look fine."
"Nah, I am," he insisted, still with a large smile on his face.
Rachel was about to ask him more when she was interrupted by Richard coming back from the bathroom, with a different girl clinging to his arm.
"Hey guys."
X
Kori
He was enticing her by just his scent. Honey lemon and morning dew. She closed her eyes and simply embraced his warm body against hers, reveling in the comfort… until she felt his manhood press against her jeans.
--- 'cold hands sliding up her leg'
Her eyes shot open, and she immediately stepped back, pushing herself away from Xavier. Her breath quickened as did her heart beat, the rushing blood flowing to her face. Kori turned her face to the side, focusing on the floor, as she felt the air around her get thicker and thicker. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed her body to take slow, deep breaths. It was the only thing she could do to calm herself down.
"Are you ok?" Xavier asked, a worried expression on his face.
She opened her eyes, and let out a wide smile, trying her best to cover up her sudden insecurity, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look fine."
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said again, letting out another smile. "Look uh, I-I need to go, I'm here with my friends and they'll be wondering where I am."
Before he could say another word, she left, blending in with the rest and leaving him to stand amongst a crowd of too drunk people.
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Ok, and there you go, Chapter 2.
Yes I know I took a while to update.
Well, first romance scene and all that… so tell me how I did please. As I have said before, I prefer a critique rather than a simple "update soon." All I would like to know is what you, my reviewers, believe I can fix in my story (e.g. writing improvisations, character flaws, grammar, etc.). I'd really appreciate it so I can write better!
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