Delirious, dressed in a fresh blue hoodie and polished hockey mask, loitered outside the hotel. He was sure to stay in the shadows. Getting in trouble with security this early would've sucked ass. One eye open, he kept careful watch.

Several people exited the tall building, but none of them resembled the dark-haired man in sunglasses Delirious was looking for. So he waited patiently. A half hour later, just as scheduled, a man in a red jacket strutted out the doors. He was flanked by two buff-looking bodyguards, a pistol at his waist in plain sight. Nobody even batted an eye at that. Vanoss. Evan Fong. Damn... He was ripped. Delirious pushed off the wall he was leaning against, watching carefully.

He tailed Fong for a while across the city, interest peaking as he noted his target heading towards a club. Delirious found a small smile creeping across his face. Of course he was. What a douche.

Fong left his bodyguards outside, flashing the bouncer an ID and walking in. Delirious tried a different method. "YOUR SHOES ARE UNTIED!"

Delirious watched with interest as Vanoss ignored the female dancers and head into a back room. Is he meeting someone? Pondering for a moment, he decided he would follow. It was risky, but hey- that's what he was there for. Taking the risks because others were too scared.

The moment he walked through the door, Delirious realized something was wrong. Vanoss wasn't even in there. Where'd he... WHAM! Fong had him pinned up against the wall in a second, pistol pressed to Delirious' jaw and forcing his shoulder back with one hand.

"Why were you following me?" he growled, eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. Shit, he noticed me... "Yeah, I fucking noticed you. You think I'm blind?" Delirious gulped, the cold steel still against his neck. He must've been thinking out loud...

"Never mind. Here is the worst place to be questioning you. When I put my gun away, you're going to walk ahead of me, real slow. Don't attract any attention. I swear I'll shoot you if you try to run. Back to the hotel. Understand?" Damn, he's good. Better than I thought. (haha no homo tho) "You wouldn't shoot me in such a public area," Delirious declared, trying to sound confident despite his situation. But Fong just laughed. "You'd be amazed at what people... forget about... with the persuasion of a little money." So Delirious nodded, turning around to march slowly out the door.

Well, I fucked up. "You sure did," chuckled Evan. "I thought out loud again, didn't I?" "Yup."

     The whole time they were walking, Delirious was thinking of possible plans to escape. He felt one forming- then realized they were already right outside the hotel. Oops.

"Who's this?" a man in the lobby asked as they walked in. "Ah, hello, Moo. This is... a friend." Moo, or whatever his name was, narrowed his eyes but didn't comment. Delirious widened his eyes as they passed by, like, "help". "Moo" just shrugged and let them pass. Oh, well. Worth a shot.

"You better not be starin' at my ass," Delirious complained as Fong followed him down a flight of stairs. A snort of amusement rewarded him. "I can't promise anything." The further down they went, the more the hotel changed. The paint was faded, with cracks in the wall and even what looked like a bullethole surrounded by a dark color. Blood?

The stairs ended at a steel door. "Open it." Delirious put out a tentative hand and eased it open. What a shitty room. The walls were unpainted. The floor was cracked and filthy. A table and two chairs in the center of the room were covered in dust, as well as a cot in the corner with a stained mattress. A naked lightbulb on the ceiling cast a weak, sputtering glow. "Sit down." Delirious sat down. He felt like a dog, blindly obedient.

"Don't try anything stupid." Fong turned around, locking the heavy door. Delirious almost shouted "nice ass" but managed to restrain himself. This wasn't a game. So much for escaping. "Now," he said, sitting down in the opposite chair. "I have a few questions for you."

Evan peered across the table at the stranger. A strange hockey mask covered his face, making it difficult to judge the mysterious man's expression. His blue eyes were a clue though- narrowed as if their owner was pondering. Evan leaned forward, face-to-face (er, face-to-mask) with him. "Well? You gonna explain or do I have to... persuade you?"

The masked man scowled. At least, that's what it seemed like from the electric sparks in his eyes. "You honestly think I'd just up and tell you all about me because you asked nicely?" He scoffed, raising an eyebrow. Evan shrugged nonchalantly. It's too early to get pushy. He's more likely to tell the truth if I'm on his side. "It was worth a shot."

Pushing his chair back, he stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow morning. Maybe by then you'll realize what the right choice is." The prisoner didn't answer. Just leaned back and closed his eyes. Evan made sure to lock the door behind him when he left.

Delirious growled. Well, his stomach did. I'm starving. I want foooooodddd.

This was going to be a long night.

I'm having a hard time getting this story "out there". There's really only one person paying attention to it and, believe it or not, I actually put effort into this??? Oh well. Thank you, anyone reading this who actually cares.