Paradise Eco

It's been kinda crazy on my end of the computer, but don't worry I finally sat down and wrote this so you guys don't have to be without for a while :)

Don't You Fake It

Chapter V: All That Jazz

Darkness took over the sky as the wasteland went into sleep mode, the desert started to calm down as Eli drove over the many hills in the region. In the distance he could see the bright lights from the city that never sleeps, Forgotten City. When the car stopped just outside the city, Eli took his phone with him and went into the city. On corners, whores stood showing off their goods for buyers. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a men, they weren't the normal low lifes he saw warming up to the whores but their pimps. Most of the girls wore red shashes, some even wore a white shash and those were followed by girls in red or pimps.

He went to place where everyone was hanging around, the sign was lite up and neon green with a women leaning on it. Eli went up the stairs and opened the doors, inside men and women littered the floor as girls wearing nothing at all danced on poles. Eli made his way through the people, sitting on the chair in a corner was the man from the Erol Trial. Smoke blew from his mouth and his mouth spread into a far grin, on his lap was a girl wearing a gold shash.

"Elijah Mar, the son of Jak Mar." Lange chuckled. "What brings you to my bar?"

"I'm looking for Sabine." Lange laughed.

"My boy, in this business you don't demand to see a young lady." He took a long drag from his pipe. "Take a sit... and enjoy my show." The lights went dim as the bar went queit, two girls wearing only a maid uniforms lead him to a chair near the stage. Lange stood and walked onto stage, he grabbed the mike and blew out smoke.

"Lady and gentlemen, welcome to Blackout. Tonight we'll be freaturing... Six Deadly Murderess Gang. Enjoy fellas." Lange said stepping off the stage, the light down and a soft tango like music came with someone taping on a metal bar. Smoke came onto the stage and red lights went off, behind the stain glass were chairs with shadows of girls in poses.

"Pop, six, squish, uh uh, cicero, lipschitz!" They all whispered together before they said it even louder, Eli sat back in his chair when one of the glass broke. A girl with dark hair stepped out, she wore a black cop costume and was swinging a gun on her finger.

"You know how people have these little habits, that get you down. Like Bernie, Bernie like to chew gum. No, not chew. POP." A pop sound came from the band to the side, the girl walked down to the pole and leaned on it. "So I came home this one day, and I am really irritated, and I'm looking for a bit of sympathy and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'. No, not chewin'. Poppin'. So, I said to him, I said, "you pop that gum one more time..."" She walked back to her chair and put one leg on the chair."And he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots..." She smirked as she fired into the celing. "Into his head."

"He had it coming! He had it coming! He only had himself to blame! If you'd have been there if you'd have heard it, I betcha you would have done the same!" All the girls yelled when a girl punched through the glass, the girl that stepped out had only leather on her private areas. Her hair was long and dark blue.

"I met Ezekiel Young from Kras City about two years ago and he told me he was single and we hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, We'd have dinner. And then I found out, "Single" he told me? Single, my ass. Not only was he married ...oh, no, he had six wives." She went back to her chair and stood ontop of it, she grabbed the egdes of it and leaned forward. "One of those Mormons, you know. So that night, when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual. You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic."

"Hah! He had it coming he had it coming, he took a flower. In its prime and then he used it and he abused it! It was a murder! But not a crime! Pop, six, squish, uh uh, cicero, lipschitz!" Glass broke again and a dark skinned girl stepped out, she wore maid's outfit and had bright green hair.

"Now, I'm standing in the kitchen minding my own business, carvin' up the chicken for dinner, and in storms my husband Wilbur, in a jealous rage. "You been screwin' the milkman," he says. He was crazy and he kept screamin', "you been screwin the milkman." And then he ran into my knife." She grabbed the glass on the ground and ran it along her hand, she licked her hand and smirked. "He ran into my knife... ten times!"

"If you'd have been there! If you'd have seen it! I betcha you would have done the same!" They all yelled as the lights went down and went a bluish colour, the glass didn't break as the girl pressed on it. She spoke a different language before the girls turned their heads to her, they all spoke together in a soft voice. "But did you do it?"

"Uh-uh, not guilty!" Another glass pane broke and a girl stepped out, her skin was covered in tattoos and she wore a cat costume.

"My sister, Veronica and I had this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us. Now, for the last number in our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks one two three four,five...splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one night we were in the hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice. So I went out to get some. I come back, open the door and there's Veronica and Charlie doing Number Seventeen- the spread eagle." She laughed and stepped out of the pane, she held her face. "Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out.I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later," She licked her bloody hands. "When I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead."

"They had it coming! They had it coming!" They all started shouting as another glass pane broke, out stepped a girl with dark skin and white hair. She wore a short black dress and a red cape, she took off the hood and stepped out of the pane.

"I loved Al Lipschitz more than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy... sensitive... a painter. But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself and on the way..." The girls came out and sat at her feet. "He found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and Irving. I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences." She laughed and blew a kiss. "He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead!" All the girls rolled away and jumped up.

"The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum! The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum!" All the girls shouted as the white haired girl walked back with them. She went to the blue glass pane and smashed it with her fist, the girl behind it kept her head down as the lights went off behind her and the girls stomped forward.

"They had it coming! All along, all along! 'Cause if they used us! 'Cause if they used us! And they abused us! And they abused us! How could you tell us! How could you tell us! That we were wrong? That we were wrong?" They shouted before they went back to their panes, altogether they said: "Pop, six, squish, uh uh, cicero, lipschitz." And the lights went out.

Eli couldn't take his eyes off the stage as the lights went up and the men around him were cheering, Eli swallowed the wad of whatever was in his mouth. Lange stepped back up on the stage as the girls came out of their panes, they all bowed and started clapping for Lange.

:Good show eh? I enjoyed it, hope you find what you're looking for so you can bring her home to mommy and daddy.

Eli growled and walked away from the bathroom, he lefted the bar and opened his cell phone again. It was getting close to midnight, he sat on the rail and searched through all his contacts he couldn't tell anyone about what he was doing or going to do. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the blue haired girl smoking, she sighed and rubbed her neck. Eli put his phone away and walked down the stairs, he stopped when his cell went off.

:Elijah... get home now.

It was from his father, most likely trying to comfort Keira in shock that she now has two sons missing and a daughter that she most likely doesn't care about.

"Girlfriend?" Eli turned and looked up to the girl.

"No, parents." She snorted and blew out white smoke.

"Have you ever cheated on said girlfriend?"

"No," Eli said. "But we aren't together anymore." She smirked and flicked her smoke onto the ground.

"I'm T.C., do you wanna go grab a drink?" Eli looked at his phone and shoved it deeper into his pocket, he walked back up the stairs and nodded.

"What do you suggest?"

She laughed. "Everything mixed together."

Daara walked down the queit halls of the Ice Temple, it was around one in the morning and she was unable to sleep. Everytime she shut her eyes, darkness would stay for a minute or so and she would have a nightmare about her friends. She kept the candle close as she walked on the wooden floor, she kept staring forward as the soft sounds of children snoring played like music through the temple.

She stopped when she heard organ music from the enterance to the labyrinth, she held the candle tighter as the door opened slowly. She stared into the bright light that came from behind the door, she shook her head and started to walk forward again. The door slammed shut and Daara broke out into a run, she didn't look back as she ran up the stairs and dropping the candle. At the top of the stairs all she could see was the dim glow of fallen candle, she stared at the shadow before it went out.

Kinda short... eh? TBC...