The moon stared at him as it glared the raven sky. It was just past midnight and the city was silent. With the exception of the night club, you could hear, in the distance, the booming noise of the speakers that scattered fortissimo notes. He stood at the back of the club patiently, as if he was expecting someone. Motionless, almost invisible, camouflaged perfectly into the ebony wall. His right hand was the only visible part of his body, his palm was sizeable, the fingers were lengthy but bony, for it looked like he has holding the exterior of his dextral pocket, as if verifying its content. Finally, he pierced through his pocket, seeking deep for an object, when he pulled his hand out, he had a ring around his index finger. He was immobile for a second, he glanced at his watch, then reacted as if waking from a deep sleep. Heading for the back door, followed only by his shadow, he entered.
The niterie was overflowing with people, who were all facing the opposite direction. At the anterior of the discotheque there was a stage that resembled an altar, however, it didn’t have thrones and knights, even so, it had speakers, monitors, turntables, and a king with a headset around his neck ruling on his kingdom, making everyone dance like soldiers obeying their sovereign. Along the left wall of the spacious room, there was a bar, stacked with bottles of many types of alcohol luminated by fluorescent, flaring, fulgurate lights. Adjacent to the protracted counter, numerous stools were occupied by a variety of people. The club was so crowded, there was barley space to move, in addition people seemed unaware of each other, drunk, high, bouncing in unison.
At the café, there was a young lady sitting, drinking, and laughing with a friend. The bar was supporting their drinks and often preventing them from falling off. They were enjoying themselves stupendously, oblivious to the sickening occurrence on the verge of developing.
As he identified the juvenile woman, he advanced budging through the mass. He progressed behind the lady and ordered a shot. His next movement was agonizing but brilliant. Discreetly, he unbalanced the chair of the lady who fell subsequently. As the friend reached down to aid the youthful girl, he did the same, simultaneously apologizing for his actions.
“Can I offer you a drink?”
He demanded, while helping her get up.
“No don’t bothe...”
“Please, that’s the least I can do.”
“Um, okay, if you insist.”
She responded, blushing and giggling.
The beverage was served, he approached it to her, lifting it with his right hand by the top of the glass. “Thank you!” She exclaimed.
He replied as he downed his shot, the girl went back to her conversation and he proceeded to leave.
As he vanished through the army of people there was a thud, followed by a strident, sonorous, scream. As he was coursing down the parking the music ceased, the noisy silence was interrupted by the collision of the ring on the drenched asphalt. The minuscule excess of venom mixed flawlessly with the wetness of the pavement