Vigilante

t was a Friday night and the city had just come alive. But while the city’s night owls were enjoying themselves, Oliver was out doing what he did best. Making bodies disappear. After a few hours of doing dirty work, Oliver sat in the backseat of his matte black G wagon with a contemplative expression on his face as he lit a cigarette. The first drag of his cigarette was always the slowest and the one he enjoyed the most. He then continued to enjoy his cigarette in the backseat while his driver took him to one of the clubs that were owned by the Belmont family, so he could let off some steam. The moment the bouncers identified his car, they straightened up their posture and their uniform. Oliver nonchalantly exited the car, with a small puff of smoke following him as he walked past the bouncers and offered them a subtle nod as a greeting.

The moment Oliver entered the threshold of the nightclub, his senses were bombarded. His eyes took in the site of bodies rhythmically moving and shaking, while his ears took in the melodies and base of some new hit the DJ was playing. The scent of Oliver’s cigarette was overpowered by the scent of alcohol in the air and the club was packed as usual. But tonight, it seemed a bit more packed than it had been all week. Oliver also noticed that quite a lot of the people in here were wearing black and red clothing, others even had their faces covered in paint. It obviously caught his attention for a moment, then he made his way to the bar area. The manner in which even drunk people steered clear of Oliver as he walked past them made it feel like they could smell the blood on his hands. This was the kind of fear that his family had accumulated over the years.

When Oliver reached the bar, he was given a warm greeting by Kim, the manager of this particular club. Without him even asking, she brought out a bottle of his favorite bourbon and a glass then placed both on the counter. Oliver nodded in appreciation before leaning in to talk to Kim. ”Why are there so many people dressed in black and red tonight? Some of them are even wearing face paint…Is it some kind of trend I don’t know about, or a costume party theme you had planned?” Oliver’s managers didn’t tell him about every event they threw in his clubs, he mostly found out randomly. Kim shook her head before replying ”no, those are Punkette fans. I spent a good amount of cash hiring her to perform tonight. And the place filled up with some people from her fan base. ” Oliver gave a nonchalant shrug, he didn’t really know who or what Kim was talking about ”I wouldn’t give a fuck even if they were all part of a cult, as long as they’re buying drinks I’m happy.” after speaking, Oliver placed his cigarette between his lips again so that his hands were free to grab the bourbon and the glass that Kim had placed on the counter for him.

He made his way to his favorite table, which at this point had always been kept vacant in the VIP section, in case of nights like these when Oliver would just randomly walk in. Once he was seated, he began pouring himself some bourbon and observing the patrons of his nightclub, he was kind of curious about this musician that had attracted such an oddly dressed fan base. So, he decided he would watch the performance firsthand to see what all the hype was about.