Holy Shit!"
Anna's shrill voice didn't even sound shrilly in the loud hulk of pop music blasting over the loud speakers of the Marina's Club.
Naz cringed internally as her eyes slipped upon bodies of people, dancing and swaying to the rhythm of the music, a thin sheen of sweat coating their skin.
How am I supposed to go in there?
"C'mon! We don't have the whole night to stand here and stare."
Giving her a saucy look, Anna walked inside the open walkway.
Bismillah. Allah save me.
She started behind Anna, walking up to her and talking her hand. The result was instantaneous.
She felt calm and peace filled her mind and calmed her raging thoughts.
"Don't be a baby Naz, you're 18 almost 19. Fucking enjoy your life."
Anna said to her.
"You know how I'm Anna. These parties aren't for me."
She felt scared now. She knew that coming here, looking like she did, was a very bad idea.
"Hey Guys!"
Someone interrupted them from behind.
They both turned to look at Evelyn. She was a mutual friend of theirs. With her dark black hair, and ebony skin, she looked just like the club's interior decòr.
"Oh hello, Eve.
Naz plastered a fake smile on her face, an art which she marvelled at.
"Naz you look gorgeous."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xeres, Evelyn's boyfriend, come and stand with them.
"Thank you, Xeres."
She said, a blush staining her cheeks and neck.
"Always the pure Pari."
Evelyn smirked, and said over the din of voices and the music that blasted around them.
Xeres chuckled, wounding an arm around her waist, bringing Evelyn close to himself.
"Did you do the work?" Finally, Anna decided to join in on the conversation after having a staring competition with Xeres, to which Evelyn was oblivious to.
"Yes, of course. You would have killed me, if I didn't."
He replied, taking out a piece of white paper out of his jeans pocket.
"Here is it."
He passed it to Anna.
Anna glared at him, at which he smiled like a total saint and snatched the paper from his hand.
"Owch! I'm hurt. Not even a thank-you?"
He asked, feigning an innocent face.
"I don't say thank-you to gits like you. It's above me."
Anna aired herself, with her hand as she started perspiring.
"What's so special about this paper anyway?"
Evelyn questioned curiosity gleaming behind the pair of spectacles.
"Oh this paper contains the number of someone special, and it's for Naz only."
Smiling at Naz, she held out the paper for her to take it.
Naz confusedly took it from her.
"Whose number is this?"
She inquired, eyebrows scrunching together.
"You'll have to call to check that out!" Stating the obvious, Anna replied.
"C'mon guys. I'm bored now. Let's get this party started!"
Xeres dragged Evelyn away, and the other two followed their steps, towards the bar.
"Shots! Shots! Shots!"
It looked as thought the entire Oxford University's student body had come to party outside. Many of them were present there, and all of them were hanging at the bar, drinking or just 'chillin' out'.
"Shots! Shots! Shots!"
The air of the club was rejoicing as well, over the din of the students. Everyone was demanding shots and the bartender had to hire helping hands, to tend for all of their wants.
"And this shot is dedicated to Nazpari, my best friend, who I love no matter what!"
Anna raised her wine glass up in the air, and made a toast. One leg on the table, and the other on the chair, she looked as though some weird female pirate from Atlantis.
"Cheers!"
She clinked her glass with Reyna, another one of their colleagues, and drowned the shot in one gulp.
"C'mon Naz! This one's much better and stronger than the last one."
Anna said, to which Reyna nodded smacking her lips.
"Ookie."
Which showed that she was already intoxicated.
She picked up her glass, and stared at the swirling contents inside with a swell of curiosity and then pulled the glass to her lips, drinking the wine in small sips.
"Shots! Shots! Shots!"
Naz felt her head spin, in the most violent of fashions. She stood up touching her forehead, but was halted to a still by Anna.
"Are you alright?"
Voice laced with concern.
"Yess, but I think the wine has gotten to me."
She replied, looking up at the light orbs of her friend's.
Why does her eyes look like camera flash?
Moving her head to and fro, she cleared her head of the silly thoughts.
"Do you want to go home?"
Anna asked, like a true sister.
"And ruin your night? No way."
Shaking her head at the stupid notion.
"But if you're not-"
"I'm fine. Nothing's wrong with me, I just need some air."
Naz insisted.
"If anything's wrong call that number."
Gesturing to the number, that was now inside Naz's clutch.
"Okay."
Nodding again, Naz walked off.
Coming outside the bar, she heaved a sigh of the utmost relief and started inhaling lungfuls of air.
Her senses still felt numb, but now she at least had some space to herself.
She massaged her temples lightly, and glanced upwards at the sky.
No, Naz don't remember that fucking-
She stumbled, holding her head in her hands. Swaying as if dancing, she tried controlling her body, but it wasn't in her control anymore.
It was under the wine's control.
Leaning on the wall, she grimaced. Folding her arms on her chest and then unfolding them.
Her whole being was restless and then she remembered it.
That number.
Curiosity got the better of drunk Naz, as she sloppily opened her clutch, taking out her mobile and the piece of paper which had the number on it.
She stared at the numbers, which frankly started to move in and out of her vision, every time she tried to focus on them.
Sighing, she dialled the number.
It ringed once, and then twice, but no one answered. Finally, on the third ring a deep, male voice answered;
"Adnan Sultan speaking. State your business."
Opening the knot of his tie, he stood in the Chancellor's House Hotel. Frankly spoken, his room was magnificent with glass windows which went floor to ceiling, and the lush bedsets.
Moreover, the tapestries, curtains, modern relaxing equipment, was grand and effective in helping his otherwise, dull mood.
"Mr. Sultan are you ready?"
Raines voice interrupted the serenity.
"Yes, is my equipment ready?"
He asked, glancing at the butler before combing his already gelled hair.
"Yes, Mr. Sultan, whatever you said to bring, is here and ready."
Raines said, nodding.
"Okay, let's go then."
Adnan turned towards him, while Raines put down the newspaper he was reading.
Both the men then exited the luch suite and walked towards the most reserved area of the hotel, which was not accessible for anyone except Adnan.
He was walking down the lengthy corridor, when the Army Chief came to him.
"Mr. Sultan, I'm here."
Adnan gestured for him to walk alongside him, which he happily agreed to.
"Aren't you a notch late?"
He asked.
"Yes, my daughter made me late."
He looked apologetically at Adnan, who gave him stern look.
"I'm consenting only this time. Do this mistake again, and your out Mohis. Understand?"
Adnan said, a scowl marking his glories features.
"Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Sultan!"
"Right."
Adnan nodded.
Walking down the musky hallway, that was only lit up by torches in cemented hands, they looked about for the only room, that was in there.
"It's there!"
Gesturing to an eerie looking door that had a number plate saying 'Keep Out 345', Raines cautiously salked towards it.
Adnan followed his butler, and than the Chief followed suit.
Upon opening the rusted door, that wouldn't even budge in beginning, they all filled in one after the other.
"This place seems eerie."
The Chief said, glancing at the cobwebs and the line of plastic bagworms, which hung limply on the side bannisters.
"Hmm, yes. But I wanted it to be like this."
Adnan answered matter-of-factly.
"What do you--"
"We are here, Mr. Sultan."
A bunch of voices came, out through the decayed door.
Turning towards the sound of the voices, which echoed in the dimly lit hallway, it seemed as if they were doing some top-secret, hidden things, which frankly they were doing.
There were three men, all dressed as Army Soldiers. They were Army Soldiers, a trio of the best.
Under the supervisory eye of the Chief, they had been told about everything, as they had proved to be the most trustworthy.
"Good," gesturing at them he added, "bring in my weapons."
"Yes, Mr. Sultan."
One of them answered, taking a black, leather bag off of his shoulders.
"Here."
He took out silver devices out of it, and spread them on the worn table.
"Someone cast a matchstick, or a lighter."
The Chief gave order to have some light in the dark room.
Light was immediately filtered in the room. The silvery objects shown in the matchstick's fire's light, and it felt as though moon had come to shower them with it's heavenly aura.
The objects were pistols, knives, gags and metal handcuffs. They gleamed and shone in the light from the matchstick. Jagged, poison tipped arrows and knives, with the exclusive brand of Ruger SR40c shotgun. Weapons that could take life. Snuff it away as though it wasn't there in the first place.
Walking towards the table Adnan commanded in an eerily calm voice,
"Bring them in."
The Soldiers exited the room and were gone for a while, as they came in, the chains of certain someones dangled along their side.
The Soldiers entered the room, and what Adnan saw made him cringe, albeit almost made him cringe.
Other than the Soldiers, two pair of naked men, who were shackled in heavy chains came dragging their heavy bonds in. They were naked, and there skin looked dead hollow. Their eyes were sunken, and there skin was shredding off like peels off a banana. They looked ghostly, as though someone was eating their skin raw.
"Bring 'em here."
The Chief commanded, causing the Soldiers to drag the heavily chained men, towards the shackles on the wall.
Once they reached it, the soldiers along with Raines and the Chief chained them, on the wall. Making them dangle a feet or two in the air.
"Now what should we do Mr. Sultan?"
The Soldiers asked, bowing their heads in respect.
"Bring that African down. Open his chains."
Adnan said, pointing to an Indo-African man, who trembled within his sight. The man couldn't hold Adnan's stare, so he hung his head low, as the Soldiers unchained him, and bought him down towards Adnan's feet.
"Kneel."
Was only what Adnan said, as the man immediately complied and kneeled low, almost touching his boots in the process.
"I don't even let dirt touch my shoes, and I am afriad your value is much less than that."
Adnan said, as if expressing a great sorrow.
He picked up the Ruger SR40c shotgun, and rubbed it on the underside of his palm.
"Mr. Sultan please! Please don't do this! I beg you!"
The poor man begged and beseeched while Adnan circled the hole of the shotgun with his finger.
"Beg harder."
Adnan told him, disinterest etched on his handsome features.
"Mr. Sultan please! I have two children, I-I have a family. Please I beg you for my life!"
Begging himself to almost lay in Adnan's feet, he cried and manly sobs escaped him.
"Not effective enough."
Adnan said, as he aimed the gun at the African's head, and pulled the trigger.
Immediately once the trigger was pulled with enough force, the bullet whooshed out, jerking Adnan lightly, and making the man scream out in pain and agony. He fell on the ground, next to Adnan's feet, as he twitched and jerked uncontrollably, his life pulling out of him. He jerked once, and then twice, as his last breaths give way and his body went still. Red blood still gushing out, from where the bullet had pierced his flesh.
The body went cold, all life vanished from the begging African.
But Adnan didn't got any satifaction, at seeing the lifeless, still body.