Creative Writing: Las Vegas

Two

IT’S BEEN A long time since I’ve been on a road like this. A freeway, I think, with roads going onwards and onwards until somewhere I don’t know. I don’t think I ever will.

The sun is shrouded by the violet waves of anguish, of the hideous things people like to call clouds. It’s a row of darkened purple and pink strips, extending across the sky. It’s ubiquities. All of it. Sunset, I see, is approaching. Like a tide crashing into us, smooth and delicate, it has no place on this monstrous place we call Earth.

I’ve always enjoyed sunsets, of the way it gleams in the light sky, extends over a broad way away, and finally, protects the sun in the most defensive way ever, as if the gleaming star in the sky were not a flaming circle of fire,

With its enchanting bright sparkles gleaming around the sign of a diamond, astonishing six-pointed star seating above the board, and the blazing words pasted on the sign turning out to be the very thing I hadn’t known I was looking to go. ‘Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.’ I don’t believe for a second that anyone passing by this had the ability and willpower to abandon this fine city. It entranced me. So much that I didn’t even think as I hightailed into a world of festivity.

Well, not really.

I still had to drive a long way away to reach where the fun actually began. Even in the new darkness I could see the rocky, bronze extension of sand. The green shrubs, although hideous, excited me even further than I already am, thinking about how hideous someone will be once I chop their head off. The yellow streak zoomed past.

My heartbeat picked up once I entered the world of the humans. Its not even ordinary humans here. Because, here lays the ones with the broken hearts, destroyed homes. The ones who gamble and smoke and question their existence. They all end up in the same place, either dead on the side of the street or with a rope tied to their heads (inflicted by themselves), or wasting their lives away at the casino that has hypnotised and bedazzled hundreds before.

It’s the perfect place to hunt.

Not for food, nor money or even a bit of

A baby-doll, she was wearing. Diamond and glittering, with feathers strapped to her shoulders. She’s holding a silver tray with emptied shots in it, so I guessed that she must be a waiter. I followed her, down to the moment where she provided people with drinks, to where she entertained by giving lap dances, showing off her breasts, laughing with men and women, playing a game of blackjack for a man, and then she lost, lost to the hands of the man she played against.

They both rose, the gruffy-looking man attacking the woman’s butt with his grabby hands, and dragging her out of this place. I went after them, trailing until we all reached a back door of some sort, one that led to an extremely tight alley. Black bricks extended along the ground, the long alley stretching too far for me to see.

I watched, in the darkness, I watched the ugly man push the woman up against the wall, murmuring dirtily into her ear and promising that she’ll have a good time with him. She laughed loudly, and he shut her up with a forceful kiss to her lips. It didn’t even look like a kiss. It was more like a salvaging man attempting to eat her mouth and tongue, slobbering and