Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-9584883-20150515155850

Hey Creeps,

Starting a few new stories. Here's one. Just chapter one. I'm not married to the title but I'll call it that for now.

 Downtown, South of Heaven

“Why the hell didn’t I just walk away?” Cash thought to himself as he stared into the half empty glass of fire water.    “This shit’s never gonna fuckin’ end.” He said under his breath with an almost defeated tone. “Mumble what Cash?” asked Abel from behind the shady bar of the Cameo Theater.    Cash pressed a button on his cell, a beacon of light in the damp darkness of the club to check the time. It read 11:23pm. He awaited the nightly call for help, a call that would come from some desperate soul somewhere in this dark, damp city. Sometimes, even a visit. Though, most people preferred to stay away from this place. You never knew what you might find waiting in the dark there.    Looking his old friend of 15 years in the eye, Cash shouted over the loud music “This shit’s never gonna end Abel!” The middle aged bartender looked at cash and knowingly nodded his head. “Yeah, but it’s never a boring night! No 9-5, no Wife & kids to tie you down, you have total freedom. I mean, your life is still fucked but it’s ain’t boring!”    Cash stared at Abel in content with his right eyebrow raised. “Yeah, It’s oodles of fucking fun. Abel let me ask you something, were you dropped on your head as a child?” Abel being a smartass, much like the company he kept in Cash replied “Probably.” Cash cracked a smirk and the two old friends laughed. Cash took another swig of his crown. “And to top that off, you drink for free around here. Can’t beat that man!”   Abel reminded Cash. Cash looked up at Abel, lifted his glass and said “I’ll drink to that!” Their conversation took place at the bar of the Goth-themed nightclub known as The Cameo Theater. She was tucked away within the dark shadowy streets of downtown San Antonio, a beautiful, gothic part of this old city. It was hard to find yet always full to capacity. It was full of the city’s lost children, the misfits, those that don’t fit in, those who lived alternative lifestyles. If you were different, she eventually sucked you in. Though, there were whispers about this nightclub. It was said that the devil himself once walked in and danced with many of the women one night. Since then, his presence left a trail of residual energy that attracts creatures from the other world.    If you wanted a good bondage show on Friday nights, a zombie/vampire theme setting on Saturdays, or were drawn to the dark side of life and all its delights, the Cameo was your night-time home. Cash had found his way there 15 years ago, when he was young, fresh faced and full of piss and vinegar. It was an unfortunate chain of events that led to him walking into the club that was run by the local Mafia boss known as El Duche. They had an enemy no amount of muscle and .45 caliber bullets could solve. They needed someone with a certain knowledge of the other world AND of the weapons it took to take care of their monstrous problem. Since then, Cash has been back nearly every night since, sitting at the bar of his un-official headquarters, drinking for free and awaiting the nightly calls for help from around the city.

When a curandera could not help with your supernatural problem, they told you the story of a man who walked between worlds. A man who knew how to ward off, even kill every supernatural being in existence. You were told where he hangs out and given his cell number.

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