I found myself fighting my way through the raging crowd of party animals, pushing and shoving random people out of my path, my feet pacing across the floor as I get slightly blinded by the flashing lights, my shouts drowned out by the music. The music was so loud that I couldn't even  hear my own breathing and I'm sure it's pretty loud right now. My eyes search over to the bar above.z the hands the held bright phone screens and drinks, Smoke had her back facing me as if she was talking to the man that asked for her, I could see the man's hand on her shoulder. Smoke had been surprisingly content with this strange man touching her. I start unconsciously rolling up my sleeves of my black jacket.

     Smoke may be a bitch and all but she had no clue what type of people she's messing around with and for her to be calm and collected with these fuckboys touching her already tells me that she doesn't mind playing a dangerous game.

     I could feel someone grabbing a fistfull of my jacket and myself getting yanked backwards, I grimace in annoyance, preparing to pummel into the face of whoever dared to grab me, I glance over my shoulder only to see a guy my age looking up at me, he was about Smoke's height but he was way bigger than her. His bald head reflects the ceiling which now reveals several bullet holes. Instead of cursing this man out I peered into his rose colored shades, the man that was touching Smoke was now on the ground with a blood coated nose, he was kicking and screaming like a little bitch as several men begun to surround Smoke.

     What the hell is she doing? She's no taller than 5'4, petite and wore clothes that were easy to grab. I find myself shoving the bald man away from me and onto the ground. As people circled him, asking him if he was okay, I kept fighting my way through the crowd. Suddenly the crowd starts screaming and running.

    Before I could even turn around to get the hell out of the way, I get knocked over by a group of young women, the base of their heels digging into my backside as they desperately ran towards the exit. Seconds after they trampled me, bigger crowds begun fighting their way towards the exit. My vision was so blurry I could barely process what was happening.

     Suddenly a loud thud brings me back to my senses, I turn my head to see one of those weird men. . .with a hole in his head. The blood was slowly pouring along the shiny floors as his lifeless grey eyes stared back at me as if he would snap back to life at any second. My eyes flicker over to the bar.

     Right then and there I start to question who Smoke really is.

     Smoke was standing on the counter of the bar, with two guns in both of her hands that were pointed in the air, her fingers pulling quickly on the trigger at an unbelievable speed, the men were falling one by one. My ears ring as the bullets bounce off the ground and more loud deafening gunshots pierced through the air.

     More men begun screaming orders as they ran towards the bar from all directions, trying not to slip over the blood that was decorated on the floor. I find myself standing up, my blood beginning to rush just like it did yesterday. My legs began to run as fast as they could carry me towards the bar with my head ducked down from the numerous gunshots that were fired from both parties, soon as I made my way to the bar, I wrap my hands around Smoke's waist and ripped her off the counter.

     "Aye! Don't let them get away!" One of the men yell, I could care less about who was yelling out orders, but I actually want to live to see another day. I lower Smoke down onto her feet. My heart slows down. . .in fact almost everything slows down. . .my mind starts to shut out all the noise and the frantic cursing of the people in white. The only thing I could hear was. . .

     Smoke's laugh.

     She snaps her head up in a quick motion, her eyes wide open with a huge, Cheshire-like smile sprawled over her face, not even ripping my hands that were rested on her tiny shoulders. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were decorated in nothing but thick crimson.

     I don't even know if she's human anymore. As she shot those men down she looked like she was having the time of her life. . .like she gets some kind of high from this. Who the hell is this woman?

     The police sirens interrupted my intense train of thought. There were dozens of men dressed in white that were now on the floor coated in red. I look around desperately for a exit. I'm pretty sure that there's a shitload of police outside. I grab Smoke by the waist again, hauling her over my shoulder. Smoke didn't even put up a fight as I did this, she was still laughing as if this was all some sort of joke to her. The police aren't here yet but they sure aren't far.

     I start sprinting my way back the way we came, ducking down from the numerous gunshots that were being fired from the men, Smoke bouncing on my shoulder with ever lunge I make. I could still smell the smoke that was rising from her guns. My eyes land on my car, I sigh in relief. Finally!

     Soon as I threw Smoke in the passenger's seat and climbed back in the car, I grab my keys and started the engine. Soon as it roars to life, I press on the gas and started speeding my way out of this dump.

     Who would've known I'd get involved in some GTA type of shit?