"Let's take a body count shall we?" Sept 2006

In a dank room the reeked of bodies in lust, billowed smoke from all angles and spiraled in toward the center rising upward in a foreboding funnel of human disillusion. He sat like a store front mannequin his hat teetering suspiciously low on his brow, shading the rage in his eyes from passers by. As he spun his glass on the sticky and damp black formica, he began to weep. It began silently, and discreetly slowly though it turned into a light sob. Passing finally into a torrent of vocal distress. When it hit him that yes, he was standing in a foreign cat house hollering freely without thought of social consideration. He turned flush, snatched up his glass and poured the remaining three-quarters of a double whiskey down his throat. With eyes cast down so as not to see the glares from the men disrupted from their lap dances and women afraid of something worse. He treaded quickly and lightly to the door of  La Maison deLux, so lightly that to him it seemed he was floating through the bar unnoticed. By the time he had reached the door the patrons had changed their focus back to the women who's breasts were on parade. Leonard glanced back once before exiting, and in the brief moment as he opened the door his eyes met with the petite brunette who was swaying to a fro beckoning him back inside with her siren's gaze. Her hair was long, with soft Spanish waves, and it cascaded around her face and frame whispering to him; "Come, wrap your tired face and hands in me. I will soothe you and set you ablaze!". She looked at him intensely never changing focus for what seemed like centuries. She began to quake and convulse out of time with the slow sleazy jazz the hung throughout the room. Soon she was shaking at a violent speed, he could hear her phantom voice repeat, "set you ablaze!, set you ablaze!!" Like a ray from God's own eyes, out of her abdomen shot a glowing red beam that violated Leonard between the eyes instantly turning him to ash.
        He woke suddenly, his pajamas drenched with sweat, his heart pounding in a way that shook him from fingertips to feet. "they seem to be getting worse".