Chapter 5
At Lars', Angel sat at a table by herself. She was the only patron, apart from the amateur rock band that was playing on stage.
She ordered a beer and some fries and looked over the bus schedule.
Some of the destinations went as far as New York and San Francisco.
Just then, Lars the owner came running out from behind the stage, ordering the band to quiet down.
"Joe, turn up the volume!" the rat humanoid shouted.
Angel turned her attention to the flat-screen that featured a breaking news bulletin.
"The legendary rock star Mok Swagger has been submitted to Ohmtown United in critical condition due to an apparent overdose. Doctors cannot determine what type of substance he had taken before being brought in by ambulance," the newswoman said to the audience.
Angel suddenly stood up, causing the table to crash to the ground, her food and drink splash to the floor.
"Holy shit!" a band member commented, to the news-story, not Angel.
She had to go and she went up to the bar to pay her tab.
"Sorry about the mess, keep the change," she said to the bar-tender, handing one of the gold coins to him.
Angel dashed out of Lars', just as the bartender shouted at her, "Hey! Where did you get this?!"
Outside, she broke into tears.
"Why did you do it Mok? Why?" she asked, but only to herself.
"Angel?" a voice spoke out of the darkness and she turned to see Omar, stepping out from the alley.
"Omar!" Angel exclaimed in shock and surprise.
"What happened? You look pale," he asked, but in his head, he said 'You left me for that old bastard!'
"Nothing," she replied, but she could tell that Omar was not satisfied.
Across the street, a newspaper boy shouts out, "Extra! Extra! Ohmtown's legendary rock star in hospital!"
"Does he mean Mok?" Omar asked Angel and she had to nod.
"Damn, what a shame," he replied, but she sensed that Omar wanted Mok to die and he took Angel's hand. "Let's go somewhere, you and me."
Angel was surprised; what was wrong with Omar? She didn't know if she should get away from Omar or follow him.
"C'mon, I found a nice, cozy place for us," Omar replied and he led her down the alley.
Some minutes passed and the two found themselves at a dead-end.
"Omar, do you know where you're going?" Angel asked, but he looked at her.
Then, out of the shadows came three dog men and protective instincts kicked in in Angel.
"Is this the girl?" one asked and then, Omar grabbed Angel by the arm and pulled her to the three men.
"Damn, she's prettier than what you described," another said.
"Omar, what's going on?" Angel asked, but then, Omar dug into her pocket and pulled out the remaining two gold coins.
The third man, the ring-leader walked up to Omar.
"Well?" Omar asked, giving the ring-leader the coins and he nodded.
"Here," he replied and placed a few bags full of a white substance in Omar's hand.
"You sold me for drugs?!" Angel cried out, but one man placed a hand over her mouth.
"Take her to the car," the ring-leader ordered his comrades and they dragged Angel away.
"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you, Omar!" Angel shouted at him, but he ignored her as he walked away.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, but suddenly, the ring-leader slapped her across the face.
"Keep your mouth shut, bitch or I'll make you!" he ordered, flashing a knife. Angel had to obey as she climbed into their car and it sped away from Ohmtown.