Chapter Two: Glare

It was almost midnight and the bar was still full of local college students. The building was a decent size, but it was nearly over its capacity. The club floor was filled with people dancing and grinding on each other. Bright, colorful lights scattered throughout the dance floor and strobe lights flickered spontaneously.

Victor and Garfield sat at a table drinking their beers. They have been friends since grade school and attended the same university. Victor, however, was majoring in engineering. Although they did not care for the music, they were there for the women.

"So, are you still single Gar?' Victor asked.

"Yep, but there were some girls in my classes that try to flirt with me. However, they aren't my type."

"Well, then what girls 'aren't your type?'" Victor asked raising an eyebrow.

"Sluts." he said taking a drink

"Damn Gar, why do you have to be so harsh?"

"Did I say that out loud? Opps." Garfield said covering his mouth. Then he realized something. "Speaking of sluts, where is Marshall?"

"Man, Marshall isn't a slut. He's just a man whore. I think he went that way." Victor replied and pointed towards the dance floor. The two men both sighed in frustration. Victor looked over at his watch. "We might as well go get him. It's getting late."

"Couldn't agree with you more. You go to the car. I'll go get our little man whore." Garfield said and left towards the dance floor. He searched and searched for his friend, but came up empty handed. Then he decided to check in the bathrooms, but he did not discover his friend. Out of curiosity, Garfield decided to check the back door. Garfield cursed and hoped he would find him. To his surprise, he did.

Garfield opened the back door to find Marshall facing towards the wall in the alley. He was about to speak, until he discovered he was moaning loudly. Garfield turned around quickly when he saw a woman near Marshall's groin making moaning sounds. He was nearly traumatized when he saw this and unknowing was hyperventilating.

Marshall was enjoying what the woman was doing to him. She sucked so hard that he nearly came. However before he did, she removed her mouth and stood up. Marshall was panting from pleasure and in hast, grabbed the woman's short skirt. He pulled it down slightly, and inserted himself in her. He pressed her against the cold brick wall and thrust himself in and out of her. She moaned in pleasure and Marshall mimicked her groan. After moments of this, the woman finally spoke.

"So, do you like what you see?" she asked seductively in his ear. Marshall didn't speak and continued in and out of her. Finally he spoke a when she stopped moving her hips along with him.

"Yes." he said. To himself, he wanted her to be silent. She was dangerously gorgeous after all. That was his fall.

Suddenly, she bit hard on his shoulder and he screamed in pain. Marshall jerked back away from the woman as she glared at him with her white teeth. In the past, he had woman bite him before, but not hard enough to where they drew blood.

"What the hell was that?" He shouted holding his shoulder where she bit him.

"Revenge." she smiled and her eyes turned red.

He continued to back up slowly until he felt a solid structure. He turned around to see a tall man with crimson red eyes. He looked around and found multiple silhouettes with bright blood red eyes. They were approaching closer and closer. Marshall screamed in terror.

Garfield heard Marshall's terrified scream and cautiously cracked the door to look out. He saw Marshall being surrounded by black figures with piercing red eyes approaching closer to his friend. Garfield was so mortified that he couldn't move. He couldn't call for help; nor help his friend. He was numb when he saw his friend being slaughtered by the menacing figures. They bit into him, savoring his blood, ripping and tearing everything they could. Garfield was about to vomit from the sight.

Suddenly, there was a blatant gunshot and the figures stopped their mutilation. More shots fired and many of the figures collapsed to the ground. The other figures growled and snarled trying to figure out where the shots came from. From above, several people in dark trench coats jumped to the ground. Without hesitation, they began their attack on the figures. When they were close enough to the monsters, they took out swords and slaughtered most of the figures. Soon, it appeared the battle was done. Suddenly, one of the mysterious men was about to be attacked by the woman Marshall was with. Before she could strike, a single bullet went through her head. The man trembled and looked at the assailant. A woman in a trench coat slowly walked towards the fallen body and stood over the corpse. She kicked the body and shot several times until the air was silent. The creature's face fell into a vacant stare. She lifted up her gun and blew on it.

"Great job team. Damage report." the woman commanded.

"No injuries on our part commander. A few scrapes and bruises, but we have no open wounds" one of the men replied.

"Great, and what about Marshall?" she asked. There was silence. The woman raised an eyebrow and lost her composure. "I said, what about Marshall?!" she shouted her voice echoed throughout the alley.

One of the men spoke, "Unfortunately, we were too late. They were nearly done with him when we arrived."

The woman searched through the corpses and found Marshall. "Dammit. I told him to follow my orders. Oh well. That's what he deserves."

"Excuse me, but you don't have to be so cruel to him. He is dead after all." another man spoke.

"Excuse me for laying down the truth. It's all about this job Trent." she walked towards the man and lifted him off the ground by his shirt. "If you are in this and you want to live, then listen and follow my orders. Unless you want to end up like Marshall over there? Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes ma'am." he stuttered out of fear. She lowered him down and punched him in the face. The man fell to the ground. He rubbed the spot where she punched him and looked in the distance.

"I'm glad you understand. That was part of you punishment." the woman said and then turned towards everyone else. "Well, we came too late and that's all we can do. Everyone can report back to headquarters. Except for Trent. He is going to clean up this mess."

The man named Trent gawked and stood up. "You've got to be joking."

She turned around and pointed to her face. "Does this face look like I'm joking? If you get this wrong, I'll have to punch you somewhere else." Trent sighed and bowed to the woman. "Glad you see it my way. Now everyone, go."

Instantly, the rest of the fleet disappeared. Only Trent and the woman remained. He began to clean up the mess. "Shouldn't you been on your way?"

"I've got business to take care of, but I will be leaving momentarily." She turned around and peered into the cracked door. Her stunning eyes pierced Garfield. She obviously made eye contact with him and continued to walk towards the darker part of the alley. Soon, she disappeared into the night.

Finally, Garfield was able to move. He exhaled deeply and grabbed his shirt. What the hell did I just see? That was the woman Marshall was talking to today! Oh god, Oh god. What the hell do I do? Should I call the cops, Yeah yeah! Wait.Garfield thought in a panic. Then flashbacks of the woman glaring at him intensely moments ago replayed in his mind. He was terrified and was trembling in fear.

Garfield turned around and entered the dance floor with a calm composure. He exited the nightclub and walked to Victor's car. He was waiting patiently in the driver's seat. Victor only had one drink, but that was about a half a hour ago. Garfield knocked on the window and Victor unlocked the door. Garfield sat in the passenger seat.

"Did you find him?" Victor asked. Garfield shook his head.

"I did find him, but he said he was going to spend the night at some chicks house after the bars close. He said go on without him."

"Okay. Well I hope he's safe." Victor said and drove away from the bar. Garfield looked out the window in silence as Victor drove him home.