THE NIGHTLINGRIFF SPEAKEASY NIGHTCLUB

The next day, some nightclub goers are enjoying themselves with their cocktail drinks and soothing electronica music on Jayce's sound audio system.

"Everyone's enjoying themselves." I said to Jayce and Joyce sitting at the bar counter in between them.

"Yeah, everyone's having a good time." Joyce said.

Jayce and Joyce gets up from the bar counter and walks away.

Jed and I exchange small smiles at each other and he slowly approaches me and sits down beside me at the bar counter.

"Thanks, Angie. For getting me out of trouble with Quinton and Amy." Jed said to me. "I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything, Jed. You just needed a way out of Quinton's and Amy's clutches and I contacted Christine Avery." I said to Jed.

"I know, you're a good best friend, Andy." Jed said.

"Thanks." I said to him.

Jed and I exchange small smiles at each other and Jed walks back the bar counter.

My phone buzzes in my blazer jacket pocket. I pulls out my phone and looks at it.

Sharron

I answer my phone. "Sharron?"

"Hi, Sweetheart. You miss me?" Quinton asked on Sharron's phone.

"Quinton? Why do you have Sharron's phone?" I asked him, bewildered.

"Because if you don't meet me at the Sotheby's Lounge Center, I'm gonna kill her. But you listen to me very carefully, I don't want you, the Good Girl you, I want the other you, the dark-side of you that you keep trying to suppress within you, Angie." Quinton tells me, and hangs up Sharron's phone.

I dial Shane's phone number.

"Hey, Angie, what's up?" Shane asked me.

"It's your wife, Sharron, Quinton has her at the Sotheby's Lounge Center. I'm gonna need a few Vipers. Quinton may have a few of his Scary Goblin henchmen with them." I told Shane.

*~*~*

SOTHEBY'S LOUNGE CENTER

Sharron is tied up to a chair with a piece of duct tape on her mouth, trying not to be scared.

Quinton slowly walks up behind Sharron and plants a kiss on her cheek. "If I didn't have a sweet tooth, you'd be dead right now."

Sharron mumbles due to the duct tape. And Quinton Kiermont pulls off the duct tape.

Quinton Kiermont crouches down to her. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Go to hell, Quinton Kiermont." Sharron tells him.

Quinton sly grins, menacingly, unfazed. "Maybe, I'll take you along with me."

And then, the door opens; and I walks inside, causing Sharron and Quinton to look at me. Quinton gets back up to his feet.

I slowly walks up to Quinton with a straight face. "You wanted me, you got me. Here I am."

Quinton looks at me. I look at him. He and I exchange lingering tense looks at each other.

And suddenly, Shane, wearing his Viper leather jacket, and a Viper Mask with a Net Face, knocks out Quinton with a crowbar.

Shortly afterwards...

At the Kiermont's Workshop, Afterwards, Quinton regains his conscious and finds himself laying in a empty room, tied up to a chair.

Quinton squints his eyes a little due to the light bulb.

"Hi, Quinton." I greeted him sitting in a chair across from him.

"Where am I?" Quinton asked.

"At your workshop." I replied to him.

"Angie?" Quinton said to me, and chuckles softly to himself. "You do know that I'm a deranged sociopathic maniac, so, whatever you're gonna do to me, it won't faze me."

"I know it won't." I said, getting up to my feet and slowly walks up to him. "You were right about me, about my darkness. I can embrace it or suppress it anytime I want."

I punch him in his face, knocking him backwards and falls onto the floor.

Sharron slowly walks inside, wearing her Viper leather jacket with a keg of water and crouches down to Quinton's face.

"I love your scar, it brings out the twisted-ness within you." said Sharron.

I slowly walks up to Quinton and crouches down to him, putting a towel over his face. And Sharon pours a keg of water on Quinton's face, and he squirms.

I smile, mischievously. "Sharron?"

Sharron stops pouring the keg of water on Quinton. I untie Quinton from the chair. Sharron and I exchange looks at each other and we walks away. And Sharron closes the door behind us.

*~*~*

JEN'S DINER

That night, Shane, Sharron and I are sitting in a booth table across from each other. And I had changed back into my clothes.

I'm looking at the Viper Mask in my hands.

"This is a pretty cool mask, Shane." I said to him.

"Yeah. I have a few more." Shane said, and becomes worried. "Angie? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied to him.

"You smiled mischievous when you looked at me. It was like you were enjoying the pain that Quinton was getting." Sharron said to me.

"Quinton deserved what's getting to him. I don't care that he's a sociopathic maniac. So, is Amy. Quinton and Amy are both sociopathic maniac monsters who needs to be defeated." I said to both Shane and Sharron.

"Angie? You said that you can embrace or suppress your darkness. Can you?" Sharron asked me, worriedly.

"Yeah, I can." I said to her.

*~*~*

STANTON HOME

Later on that night, in the living room, Robyn, Yvonne and I are sitting on the three seat sofa, drinking our bottles of Ale.

"Is Sharron gonna be okay?" Yvonne asked me.

"Yeah, she's gonna be fine." I reassured her.

"But there's something off about you, AngieCat." Robyn said to me.

"I became my inner Dark Angie again." I told Robyn and Yvonne.

"You did?" Yvonne said to me.

"Yeah." I said to Yvonne. "But don't worry guys, I'm still me."

"Okay." Yvonne said.

Robyn, Yvonne and I exchange small smiles at each other.

*~*~*

SAUNDERS HOME

Later on that night, I slowly walks inside and closes the door behind me. My phone buzzes in my blazer jacket pocket. I pulls out my phone and looks at it.

Quinton Kiermont

I answer my phone. "Quinton?"

"I've always known that you had a bad girl within you, Angie. And you delivered when you and Sharron tortured me with a keg of water. But it's alright. I'm not angry. Nor am I upset." Quinton said to me on the phone.

"I'm not scared of you, Quinton. And I'm not scared of Amy Tooney either." I said to Quinton.

"It's okay to be scared of something, Angie. Your best friends are scared of Malphas." Quinton Kiermont said on the phone, and hangs up the phone.

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