Chapter 5
*Click* *Click*... *Click*. With an inhale, the cherry red of a lit cigarette in the dark, glowing softly. Standing still, the figure clad in dark clothes lets the smoke rise from her mouth watching as it disappears into the air above her, wind carrying it away.
*HONK* *HONK* Accompanies the 'click clack' of steel wheels on polished rails and a light illuminates down the line onto the figure, getting closer the train it honks again while the figure takes another hit of the cigarette, inhaling deep watching the train come around the bend. The game of chicken plays out longer as the train's horn starts to blare continuously, engaging it's breaks, sparks fly out from under the train as the figure drops the smoke almost casually before hop, hopping onto the ground next to the tracks seconds before flattened like a penny.
Wind rushes past the figure, the hood of her clothing fluttering with the chaos as the train speeds past pulling up dust, the figure looks down keeping it from getting in her eyes before turning around. Pulling down the hood, the youthful face of Chloe Price smirks partly from looking though the tree's at the light up Mill below and her little dance with the train.
Not noticing the figure on the other side of the tracks standing in the forest, watching. As the last of the train goes by the figure vanishes as well.
Moving down the away form the tracks down the path, Chloe feels excited,
'I can't believe FireWalk is playing a show at the old mill. Fuck yes'. Chloe thinks,
Moving to a fence, scoffing at the sign that reads 'No Trespassing', not caring she jumps over, only to turn around and flip it the bird. Looking at the Mill, another wave of excitement hits her, pumped for her night to be amazing, good tunes and beer are always fun. After exploring the area around the Mill (she has always been curious), watching some guys getting into a argument and defacing a creepy motor home/RV, the only obstacle she has is the tattooed guy at the door. Breathing out, she walks toward him,
"Can i help you miss ?" He asks,
"You gotta let me in, I'm totally legit" Chloe says, stepping back swaying slightly as the bouncer checks her 'legit' ID. He turns to look at it in the light and for a split second she thinks she in.
But her hopes are dashed.
"It's not a bad fake kid" he explains, turning back to face her "But your in over your head here, Do yourself a favor and scram." Tossing her ID back at her, she bends down to pick it up and turns to walk away feeling defeated, but not completely, looking at a row of motorbikes.
'Nothing says 'badass' as some pretty floral print'. Looking at the bouncer, checking his tats, they kind of match the bike. Smirking again Chloe knows exactly how to piss this guy off, maybe enough to say "Fuck it" and let the 'annoying punk' in.
"God you again kid?" Arms crossed looking exasperated at Chloe's second attempt.
"Is that your bike over there?" Pointing to the floral printed bike.
"Yep" he sighs.
The smirk grows on Chloe's face as she starts to sass and back talk him into letter her in. After her talk of Ninja's and Dragon's he finally lets her pass.
'This is intense' Chloe smiles as she moves further into the Mill, lights from the band lighting up the ceiling and rafters, blue to red lights flash and change back forth. The music was heavier and clearer than outside, this was totally worth the trip out here.
Moving into a bar/sitting area, a dog barking startles her before she can take it all in. Looking down at a brown Pit-bull, it barks a few more times before getting called away by it's master, An older dude in denim with classic sleeves cut-off.
"Cute dog", Chloe says walking up to them, the cut-off guy doesn't say anything, she moving into the room a bit more, kind of hesitant, Chloe gets a good look around.
The deers' head with glowing eyes was pretty cool, some stairs to her left, people scattered around tables talking and drinking with each other,
'Come on people! FireWalk is playing, Get hyped', Chloe thinks to herself. As she keeps looking around she takes in the sights, a man on the phone leaning against his car and a bar, the bartender putting out drinks, with three people leaning on the counter (two dudes where talking, a shorter person, looked to be nursing a beer). It was a good mix of people plus it was grungy and there was graffiti everywhere, Chloe loved it.
After scratching Deila the dog behind the ears and Frank who was sitting in the corner of the stained couch seemingly not wanting to speak with her even after trying to engage him with conversation,
'That's weird, I own him money don't I?, I thought he would take any chance to collect' She thought with a shrug.
Walking past the people at the bar, weary of them (well the two sketchy dudes) and graffiti-ed a saw blade that read 'Sit and spin', with a shudder Chloe turned and looked over her shoulder feeling like someone was watching her, The sketch brothers where talking still, the other person at the bar with the hood and holes in there jacket still nursing a beer. Everyone else chatting, the only person to be semi looking her way was Frank, He looked a little intense but not, it was hard to describe the look he was shooting over her direction.
Shrugging again Chloe turned to finally walk to where the band was playing, get some FireWalk fever!, slowly trying to weave though the dancing/moshing people only for a bulky guy to elbow her in the chest while dancing, sending her back into...
"Oh fuck". Chloe mutters,
The sketchy guy spills his beer all over his shirt while his buddy laughs as the beer soaked him, He steps back with arms raised slightly as if it would save him getting more wet.
"Hey you okay ?" He asks with a slight edge.
The hooded person at the bar slightly turns to listen to their conversation,
"I'm fine". She replies with a short tone. She prays this wont escalate as she tries to move around him away from the mosh pit of people.
"Relax. You bumped into me, remember?" Moving front of her, blocking her way.
"Yep,my bad dude" Chloe says, 'The apology will work right?'
"You don't even know who i am, do you? " Chloe's temper starts to slip her control as she deals with this asshole.
"Nope, Don't care either", She retorts moving away from him as he blows smoke at her. As she passes the first guy the second, shoulder checks her spinning them both (Her more than him) Chloe keeps moving away as the guy calls her a bitch. Checking that the stairs aren't going to give way, she moves up them quickly.
The two sketch guys move more into the mosh pit talking about the 'punk bitch' who ruined the buzz, no one notices the hooded person at the bars counter, that was listening to there argument from start to finish and beer bottle that was cracked with pressure.
After some *hehem* really cool dance moves while watching from up top, Chloe lays back letting the music wash over her, kicking her legs slightly getting lost in the beat until,
"You spilled my beer bitch". Startled, Chloe's eyes snap open to see the 'sketchy beer covered guy' leaning over her, pointing into her face.
Face palming, Chloe slowly gets up wondering why these douche's wanted to start something when she's trying to enjoy FireWalk.
"You should be more careful, it's a ruff place", pushing his arm slightly toward her as if to poke, while stepping away herself before he could poke her.
"I don't like your attitude" He semi yells back drunkenly, The music is still loud Chloe looks at them, both seems to be cutting off her retreat.
Fear slowly crawls up her throat before pushing down with a swallow, glaring at them Chloe does what she does best when scared, Bite back with insults.
"Then how about I show you how unimpressed I am with limp dick assholes that get butt hurt over a spilt beer?" Chloe sass's getting into his face,
"I think she's calling us out dude" The short guy looks excited,
'Fuck, way to go Chloe' She sighs internally. Joyce was right, she never knew when to let things go and run her mouth.
"Shes going to regret every word", Beer cover guy says as both of them back her towards a broken hole in the floor.
"Every Word." It's spoken as a promise.
"I'm going to teach this bitch some manners" moving closer to her, Chloe takes a step back, her heel finding nothing as she teeters slightly regaining her balance.
Grabbing her arm tightly, beer soaked guy smashes a bottle on a near by graffiti covered beam and holds it towards her,
" Back off!, I'm serious, You wanna see me angry? Cause I'm almost there" Chloe says back looking at the broken bottle to his face, Wide eyed Chloe looked more scared then angry.
Rattling of the tin roof of the Mill and slight distortion of the music that comes out from the amps sounded making it come out choppy and muted, started as a voice yelled behind them.
"Hey dickhead!", The rattling and distortion stops as they all turned to see an attractive young girl, hair golden orange done up (was the colour because of the lights?), wearing a dark jacket covered in patches and pins, tight jeans and boots, wearing multiple necklaces and had a blue feather ear-ring, arms spread looking at the sketchy dudes with venom in her eyes. Chloe looked uncertain for a split second before frowning and with a yell worthy of a battle cry she steps up and knees him in the groin.
"OOF" The guy bends down cupping his private parts, Chloe moves around him only to get clocked in the face by the short guy. Staggering holding her face slightly she moved over to the girl that helped her out, turning briefly to look at the the guy bending over to help his ball busted buddy, she feels a bump in her back, turning to face,
"Rachel?" Chloe lets out confused question as she looks at the 'good girl' from school. They look at each other before looking at the guy getting up, a soft hand grabs and pulls her slender wrist, looking at Rachel all she gets is a "Come on!" as they race down the steps. Moving though the room, passing people toward the mosh pit they stop when they hear the two guys thunder down the stairs after them only to be stopped by Frank.
"Let me go, Frank" Ball busted, beer guy yells as he gets held up.
"Not going to happen. Calm down" He replies hoping to defuse whatever happened, looking back at the two girls watching them.
"Come on, Move!"
"Walk away"
"I will shoot that bitch"
Chloe couldn't believe what happened next as the sketchy dude was being tackled by the hooded person by the bar. Stepping under Frank's arm, moving fast, the hooded person tackles the guy that threatened her, pushing him into the far wall, with an arm over his throat. The guy, beyond pissed off, goes to punch the person in the ribs with a low shot, only for it to blocked with an elbow and his leg kicked out at the knee.
Yelling in pain as his knee is dislocated and falling to a his other, the front of his head was grabbed and rammed through the dilapidated wall, sending his whole body falling though the wall onto the ground outside. The shorter guy yells charging with fist cocked back and... missing, momentum (and well timed foot) carried him though the hole in the wall and falling out onto his buddy outside. The hooded person didn't even turn around when this happened just moved there head slightly to dodge the punch and tripped him with there foot at the same time before stepping though the hole to deal, full terminator mode . It was amazing.
A pull on her hand Chloe turned to see Rachel head nodding to the stage with excitement glowing in her eyes, Chloe smiles at her and Rachel blows a kiss toward Frank and the hooded person (not that they where paying attention) And Chloe blowing a kissed middle finger, flipping them off (at the two assholes) before being pulled into the pit.
Cares forgotten both Chloe and Rachel danced and partied listening and letting the musical energy fill her bodies, enjoying what the night had left in store.
(Frank PoV)
"Don't you think they have had enough?" Frank asked looking at the hooded figure standing over both guys that threatened the punk and her friend. There faces black and blue and a couple of broken bones from the continued beating they received. Turning around the hooded figure looked at Frank, deep breathes could be heard but he doubted it was from exhaustion, deep anger and if Frank could guess, protectiveness.
"You heard what he said" A soft voice sounded, somewhat surprising for him considering the beat down what he just witnessed.
Walking up slowly, "Hey, hey, I know okay? Just, they've had enough, look".
Pointing down at them he sees look at them and back to him,
"I think we should finish our conversation" The hooded figure said, finally pulling it down to reveal brown hair cropped to just above her shoulders, looking at her face she looked young about 18 he guessed but what stood out where the hard blue eyes surrounded what ever shit girls put around there eyes.
She looked like she was ready to kill.
"Err, yeah come on", he gestured around the Mill, walking around toward his RV, when he gets to its door he turns to see if she was following, the music from inside made it a little hard to tell. Turning around,
"Jesus" Frank jumps a little in surprised as he see's the girl right behind him. Pulling the door open he walks inside and leans against the kitchen bench as the girl walks in like she owns the place and sits down on the ratty seat at the table.
"You wanted for me to leave that punk chick alone, Why?" Franks begins, remembering when she first walked into the Mill and right up to him telling him 'not to talk to Chloe and she would explain later' before walking to the bar and grabbing a drink before said punk walked in minutes later. His voice hard as he questioned her now, trying to cut though whatever act this girl is putting on right now.
"And the girl she was with too, Rachel?, Don't talk to her either. I don't want to hear that you talked to them or saw them. They want to buy weed from you? Sure. They will talk to me and I'll get from you". The girl states not even looking at him, her gaze is out the window not answering his question.
Frank looks her over, scoffing,
"You think your tough huh?" he moves to sit at the opposite side of her so he can look at her face.
"I know i am." She replies, "How much longer until you start pushing stronger stuff to the kids at Blackwell?" She suddenly asks.
He must have a look of astonishment on his face. 'No one knew about that besides me and Damon,' Frank thinks,She continues,
"I mean rich kids with parents that don't care about them, Well most of them. Mommy and Daddy issues galore at BlackHell. I'm sure that place is a gold mine for you guys, maybe using one of them to distribute though the millions of parties they have a year." The monotone explanation creeps him out, plus that stare she has on him isn't helping.
She moves to reach into the inside of her jacket, Frank swears he catches a glimpse of something metallic wrapped in leather under her arm before pulling out a ratty note book. He's never see it before.
"Your friend Damon Merrick seems to have alot of plans and YOU seem to be the one he wants to push all of this." Confusion builds in Frank 'Who the fuck is this girl'.
"He must know you're hard on money. I mean why else were you so keen to get 170 dollars from a punk 16 year old."She lets out a sigh reading over the notebook
"I don't give a shit if you push weed, man. I mean who cares, the harder stuff will lead to problems." She talks bluntly before looking at him with a hard stare.
Getting to stand up the girl pulls a piece of paper out of her pants pocket and lets it float down in front of him, it's got a messy scrawly of numbers on it.
"If you need it, Call me" Frank looks down grabbing the paper before a picture of him and Damon is set down next to his hand, His eyes widen.
'What the fuck, this picture was hidden with all his other personal crap.' He and Damon have been friends for years since Damon moved Arcadia Bay to set up, he grabs it looking at the girl who is glaring down at him.
"You tell him to get the fuck off out of my town, or I will put you both in the ground."
Frank knows a promise when he hears it. The girl walks towards the door and outside leaving him to think what she said over. Frank moves a soon as she outside to follow but when he looks outside the RV shes gone.
"Fucking hell" Frank moves back to get some of his weed, lighting up as he sits in the drives seat of his RV, Inhaling deep.
'This is going to be a shit storm' he thinks to himself as he wonders who the girl is and what she was to Chloe.
Okay, This was harder than I thought, also I only read though this once. Different PoV and finally the main story starts. I will be following the BtS story line with bits of Max thrown in. Do you want Max's PoV more often or just follow Chloe before Max comes to light.? Plus this has given me a writing itch. I've got another idea for a Game of thrones/Vikings story i really want to start writing but I don't wanna leave you people hanging with a undone story.
Enjoy.