The lights only seemed to get brighter with each passing moments, yet even the bright strobes seemed dull to Ankoku. This place was so full of energy, and people, yet was emptier then a graveyard. He found no fulfillment at all within any person there, within any form of liquid or food. It was all like a mirage. Like his entire life was a blur. He stood there, in the middle of the crowd that was dancing the night away.
At this moment of depression, a smell caught his nose. It was subtle, yet intoxicating. It wrapped around him, and squeezed. The smell was almost unnatural. The scent was sweeter then honey, yet as noticeable as a flea. As soon as it had captured him, it left. For but a brief moment, Ankoku had found something new, and exciting. He had to find it again. He began pushing his way through the sea of moving bodies.
As he swam through the endless ocean of people, he found the enchanting smell once more. There was a woman it emanated from, but this wasn’t some perfume. He wasn’t sure of what it was, but it wasn’t from this earth. And he loved everything about it. She herself held a sort of otherworldly beauty. Her face was angled, and she wore a long flowing dress, rather then the fashion of the day. Ankoku moved faster as their eyes met. She simply walked forward, the people seeming to part.
The two met in the middle, their arms were instantly locked around each other. They spun in a dance unbefitting the music that blared. The crowd was moved back by an invisible force. The two danced like a prince and his princess, in the middle of some shady club. They spun around twice more, he dipped her, and brought her back up. Their lips were close, yet there was no tension between the two. Their eyes were locked. Her green eyes reflected in his brown. There was something missing, in both of their eyes. He didn’t realize how much they needed each other. He’d just met her, not even spoke a word, yet knew so much about her.
A tear welled up in her right eye, matched by one in his left. Ankoku snapped back to reality. He let go of the woman, and his jaw fell slack for a moment. The people began rushing back in from all sides. As they closed in, the woman smiled sweetly. Her voice, as beautiful as she was, came out clearly, regardless of the club’s noise. “You’ve changed.”
The people surrounded Ankoku once more. He was pushed to the ground. He yelled out both in pain, and frustration. A flash of green was the last he saw of the woman, before it was replaced by the sweaty bodies of empty people. He closed his eyes. His anger was rising. His confusion was clouding his better judgment. He yelled out once more, in anger of the empty crowd. In response, his hidden weapon was unleashed. His weapon was known as the Silver Widow. It was a device attached to his spine, yet connected through his nervous system, allowing him to control it as he would an arm. It was pressed flat into his coat, as not to arouse suspicion, but unfolded, and rose quickly. It was four, long, metal blades, that could be used as weapons, or legs. Whatever the need was. As they shot out, two women were sliced. The first had her leg cut open, the other lost a hand. The music didn’t stop as their screams rang out. Ankoku stood absolutely still, shaking slightly from his mixed feelings.