7.
*Chapter contains blood and violence.

"Lay, I think you should get out of here," Kris murmurs behind his boss, eyes watching the scene unfold before them. Although a wall of guards stood between Lay and the man, Kris didn't feel any safer. And although, he knew he should've thrown all his personal feelings and thoughts into a bag, he couldn't help it when his eyes followed after Tao, who stood a good distance from the man but was ready to pounce into action.

No. First priority is Lay. Kris stubbornly thinks, pushing away the unease squirming in his stomach. He hardens his emotions, erasing the image of Tao in his mind, and rolls his hands into tightly curled fists.

"Is that the affects of overdose?" Lay whispers to himself, eyes heavily concentrated onto the man in deep thought. Sighing, Lay turns to Kris and nods when his personal assistant urges him to evacuate.

So we don't know everything there is to this drug, yet, Lay thinks, pondering deliberately as his group ushers him out. He takes one last look behind him and pauses in his tracks. That boy, Lay murmurs seeing the side profile of the boy that he encountered in his hidden room standing near the walls. He watches the frown that worked itself onto the boyish face, and the calculating gaze that was focused onto the dance floor.

Odd, why isn't he running away? Lay thinks, a strange suspicion raising the hairs on the back of his neck. He truly seemed surprised when he walked through my hidden door, but the only way he could've found that door was if he was searching...

Lay's eyes narrow as he motions for his guards, directing a slim finger towards the boy and his companion.

"I want you to bring them, especially the one with the light brown hair, to my apartment," Lay orders, wanting answers. They weren't their regular customers, that much he knew.

Having a hunch that he'll run into the handsome boy somewhere later down the road, being that the boy doesn't get killed here, Lay continues walking, disappearing into the shadows of the back exit of the club.
 

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Tao was furious. No, he was beyond furious.

Damn intoxicated bastard is ripping everyone apart, Tao hisses, watching as the last guard of the club falls onto his knees, gasping as a metal pole juts out of his stomach. Twirling his knife in his hands, he throws the blade towards his opponent, eyes narrowing as it imbeds successfully onto the thigh. Tao doesn't hesitate though. He picks up a fairly long metal pole near his feet and twirls it around; getting his hands and body used to the new weapon.

"I'll cover," LuHan murmurs next to him, a bloody discarded gun suddenly in his hands.

Taking two steps, using the distraction of LuHan's bullets whizzing by to hit the man squarely in the chest, Tao turns once and lashes out with the pole, which smacks his opponent straight across the face.

That probably broke some bones, Tao mutters, quickly moving into a defensive position.

To his, and LuHan's, amazement, the man staggers a few steps but quickly recovers, the metal pole falling from the bloody hand and onto the ground with a loud clatter. Staring down at the bullet holes in his chest and reaching up to feel the rapidly swelling face, he turns to meet Tao's heated gaze.

Pain was clearly present behind the enlarged eyes, but Tao and LuHan could see that all rational and logical thoughts were incoherent in the man's inebriated system. Their opponent was set on one thing, and one thing only; blood. Nothing else, even the heavy amount of damage he has received, mattered to him. The Blood Wine had completely soaked into his mind.

"Aim for his head!" Tao yells, moving to dodge a punch aimed for his head, "It'll be the fastest way to take him down!" Subduing him without killing him was near impossible. The speed of the man was twice as fast as any trained martial artist, and judging by the way a fully grown man could be taken down so easily, Tao could only guess the strength that a single punch held.

Catching his breath, Tao eyes the man as he stood a good distance away. He watches as the intoxicated man looks to him, and then to LuHan, but then suddenly snaps his head to stare at something behind him. A girl, crouched and shivering with fear near a dead body of guard, stares with blank terror as the man approaches her with a crooked smile.

You have to be kidding me, Tao hisses. He springs towards the girl as LuHan fires a round of bullets to keep their opponent busy. Successfully grabbing the girl, he jerks her up to her stiletto clad feet and pushes her towards the doors, ignore the tear stricken face and shriek of fright. Letting out a soft sigh, Tao eyes the now empty club, and twirls the weapon in his hands to gain momentum. He swings with all his might and jumps to slam it against the blood hungry man standing a few feet from him.

Crap, Tao thinks as he quickly moves to block a kick aimed at his chest with the pole. He coughs as he focuses his blurry vision to find himself sprawled over a table. That one kick landed him half-way across the club.

If I hadn't blocked that... Tao whispers, not wanting to finish his thought. Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, he winces as he feels the throbbing of broken ribs. Ignoring the pain, his grip on the pole tightens as he dashes over towards the man and his struggling companion.

Although LuHan was a good fighter, he stood no chance against the intoxicated Blood Wine user. With sweat running down his neck, and breath coming in short gasps, LuHan's energy and speed was decreasing rapidly. He aimed furiously while