He was on fire. His body burned. His vision was clouded by reds and oranges while the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. Rick awoke startled and began patting down his body like it was still engulfed in flames. A moment passed before he realised he had been dreaming again. He ran a quick hand across his face. Shit would it ever get easier? No, no it wouldn’t, he was, as it seemed to him on the highway to hell it was only a matter of time till it would clam him. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed and leaned forward on his knees for a moment so he could compose himself. Where was he again? Rick glanced around the dimly lit room. It was some pay by the hour shit hole. Hmm that was it, he was at the aptyl named Queen Mary. His mother would have had a heart attack if she had seen him now...Not that he had been up to anything of a scandalous nature. He just needed to get away and disappear for a while. Yesterday he had been in a sour mood and hadn't wanted to talk with anyone so he had gotten on the subway picked a stop at random, gotten off, bought a bottle of jack and checked into the nearest hotel not matter if it was derelict.
As Rick lifted his shirt up and over his shoulders he felt his pants pocket vibrate. He quickly fished his mobile out of his pocket. He hated the damn thing. He could never get it to work properly. One of the new technologies he was rejecting. He didn't like the idea of someone being able to contact him all the time. Rick fiddled with the keys as he tried to remember how to unlock the damn thing. After a moment Rick got it unlocked and discovered he had a new text message. It was form his contact 'Tubs
. His one remaining friend from before. Through tired eyes Rick read what he had to say, ive got a job. call me.
. Rick contemplated weather to call him back or not. If he didn't Tubs would no doubt keep bugging him until he did. Reluctantly Rick fumbled his number in. Three rings later Tubs picked up. He wanted him in on a meet that was to happen at 10. It was 9:30. Rick supposed he could make it and hanged up.
With deliberately slow movements Rick collected his things from around the room. He left the half empty bottle of jack. Man he had become such a lightweight, well at least the hang over was only half as bad. On his way to the door Rick pulled on his jacket in one swift movement and in a few more strides he was out the door with it clicking closed behind him. A light flickered above him as he walked down the dingy and dank hall of the second rate hotel. He pushed open the fire door, no alarm sounded but what could you expect form such a place? It was dark out. He looked to the gloomy and raging heavens above as the down pour started. Fuck You Mother Nature. With a grumble Rick pulled up the collar of his jacket. He made his way to the street and hailed the first taxi he could. He gave the driver Tubs had given him and leaned back in the seat and stared blankly out the window. When they arrived he paid the driver with the last of his cash and got out. Before he had a chance ot rethink the Taxi driver had spend off. Rick glanced around. It looked as if the address Tubs had given him was the one for an old warehouse. Fricking Awesome
thought Rick sarcastically.
He was about to head into the warehouse when he heard his name called. Rick turned on his heel to see Tub's crossing the street. Rick frowned. He was not dressed as if he was attending a meet rather he was suspiciously dressed like he wanted to get laid. He had know the guy long enough to tell the difference. Rick folded his arms across his chest. “There is not meet is there?” asked Rick, a hint on anger in his voice. His question was meet with a toothy grin from his best friend. Rick was both annoyed with his friend for playing him and himself for not seeing through it. “A new club open aroudn the corner that's supposed to be elite. The bouncer owes me one,” admitted Tubs eventually. Rick groaned. "A little old to go clubbing aren't we?" asked Rick deliberately being a jerk. Tubs responded with a flip of the bird. He was in no mood to go to a club, but Rick couldn't just say no to Tubs. He was like a bloody puppy dog, and no one can say no to a puppy dog. Rick grunted his agreement to go.
He was about to follow Tubs off to this new club he thought was the second coming when he thought he heard something. “Did you hear that?” asked Rick. “Hear what?” muttered Tubs over his shoulder. “Sshhhhh!” hissed Rick as he thought he heard it again. “Listen If you didn't want to go you could have just sa-” started Tubs before he was cut of by Rick with “Shut the fuck up. There is something out there.” Tubs rolled his eyes. “Probably just some old bag lady,” suggested Tubs as he threw an arm around Ricks shoulder and manoeuvred him in the way of the club. Rick threw a quick glance over his shoulder before they reached the corner.