Chapter 4

Chapter Four


Bugsy opened his eyes and glanced down to the ground. Hanging upside down over the night covered ground, which was eight stories down, his black eyes twinkled and he cracked a crooked toothed smile. "Oh ... The things I wake up to."

Bugsy's thin frame hung upside down from the roof ledge of the Taylor manor. The night sky held the half moon which glared down at his feet. Holding him in the air was a large white hand that had fingers that were double in length with black painted sharp nails that extended further than most human nails. The rest of the man holding Bugsy was held in darkness, only the red eyes glowed through the shadows with anger.

"You dare defy my rules?" The voice snarled from within the darkness.

Bugsy laughed. "Well ... Ha ... Ha ... I knew you were going to love it, Zach."

Out of the shadows emerged Zachary's pale face. The corners of his mouth were stretched from ear to ear. His sharp canine pointed teeth ran down to his chin. Zachary opened his mouth to reveal many rows of sharp pointed teeth that glistened in the moon light. A loud demonic screech flew out of his throat as he curled a long, lizard like forked tounge.

Bugsy cackled. "We both know you aren't gonna hurt me, mate. What of dear poor Richard?"

The monstrous Zachary tossed Bugsy's thin frame high into the air!

Bugsy's limbs twisted as he yelled out. "SHITE!"

Before Bugsy could fall an inch, he was captured in mid-air by the speeding Zachary and thrown down on top of the roof with a harsh thud!

Bugsy rolled and landed on his back. His neck was quickly seized by the large clawed hands of Zachary and he was held high into the air!

Zachary stared at Bugsy with his glowing red eyes. His forked tongue rolled over his sharp teeth. "We both know that I can rip out your heart and taste it without harming Richard at all, so do not play me a fool, dear boy!"

Bugsy gulped for air. "My ... What big teeth you ... Have."

Zachary pulled Bugsy closer to his face. "I ask only one thing of you and that is not to kill!"

Bugsy coughed. "Not even those bastards from the Cliff Organization? Because ... That is who was attacking us!"

Zachary threw Bugsy onto the ground. His mouth slowly became smaller; the sharp teeth shrank into a normal set; his long fingers and nails retracted to a normal size. "Explain." He demanded without his forked tongue.

Bugsy rubbed his throat and coughed. "What? You didn't find that out from Richard or your poor investigater friend, Reynolds?"

Zachary knelt down and cocked his head to one side. "Did I say answer in a form of a question?"

Bugsy sat on his knees with a grin. His black eyes stared at the red ones of Zachary. "Little Bro felt threatened by those little twirps, I figured it had something to do with those guns they brought. Naturally, they came from the organization, who happen to be after my beautiful arse." He grunted and rubbed his throat. "But you knew that, didn't you?"

Zachary nodded. "I suspected."

"And you still threaten me?" Bugsy asked.

Zachary stood up and held his arms behind his back. His eyes calmed from the anger seen before. "I thought we were in agreement about killing, even when you think it is nessecary. The police are after a man named Bugsy Clyde, you may have heard of him."

Bugsy grinned. "Sounds like a hell of a man."

"However, what if there was a time that Bugsy Clyde transformed into Richard Thomas? You do realize that the police have no idea both you and Richard share the same form? You do realize that I am the only median from keeping your brother from turning himself in, correct?"

Bugsy sighed and pushed himself on to his feet. He adjusted his black suit and unbuttoned three top buttons of his black shirt. "Didn't you get my thank you card? Perhaps it got lost in the mail."

Zachary stared at Bugsy with a coldness. "One day, if you continue this routine, all will become unweaved. You think that organization is after you now, think of how easily they can obtain both you and Richard if you are caged?"

Bugsy laughed. "That will be a perfect time for a hero like you to join in."

"What deems me a hero, Bugsy?" Zachary asked.

Bugsy cackled. "Why, you can't kill, or hurt a fly."

Zachary gave a half grin. "I choose not to kill, but I never said I cannot. Deciding a man's fate with my own hands is a God given right, Bugsy, be sure you do not waste it on a mere pissing match."

Bugsy held up both hands and nodded. "Aight, you are right, dear instructor. I'll keep my nose clean for my brother and ... Uh ... Try to remain on your good side." He sighed and threw down his hands. "May I go? Or do I have to spend the night in the corner?"

Zachary shook his head. "You miss the consequence you have brought upon yourself, Bugsy. We are admistering the Prantext to Richard."

Bugsy's black eyes widened with rage and his bottom jaw protruded out, exposing his bottom crooked teeth. "What?!"

Zachary sighed. "After tonight, you will be put into ... Shall I say, in the dark for a couple of days."

"I am no child!" Bugsy roared.

Zachary's eyes glowed bright red. "Careful with that tongue of yours, Bugsy!"

Bugsy took in a breath. "So, I take it, this isn't your decision then? It's that red head bitch's?"

"You cousin? No, it is our decision."

Bugsy cackled. "I wonder when you two will get married." He sighed and smacked his lips. "Is there a way for me to redeem myself before I am put under that shite?"

Zachary nodded. "For a full day, Richard will be withheld from school to lay low. You will not be allow out for the following night."

Bugsy gnashed his teeth, but kept silent.

"If you do not force a change and if you can keep calm, the Prantex will not be used." Zachary finished.

Bugsy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine ... Deal." He cracked a smile. "But I can have fun tonight?"

Zachary nodded. "Since you did protect Richard from the grasp of the two, I shall permit this, but if you leave the property or engage in any behavor deemed unsatisfactory, I will lock you up in the basement."

Bugsy snarled with his upper lip. "I thought that was a one time deal."

"And I assumed you learned your lesson, but you did not." Zachary slowly stepped into the shadows. His dark covered framed dissolved into a thick black fog. The fog form twisted and flew through the air.

Bugsy gave a sinister smile. "Thanks, Daddy." He charged and ran across the roof; with a great leap, Bugsy jumped over the edge of the roof and landed on the ground on both feet! He squatted for a moment and then stood up straight. The grinning black eyed man adjusted his thin suit jacket and popped his neck.

As Bugsy slowly turned his grinning face to the front double doors, he saw Zachary, in human form, holding one of the doors opened.

Zachary's eyes burned through the dark covered night air with a powerful red glow. His pale face stood still, like a white marble statue.

Bugsy sniffed and walked over to his care giver with a stagger, swinging his arms from side to side and bobbing his head. As he neared the statue like Zachary, the ego driven young man lowered his head and stared at Zachary over his brow; a smile crept on his face which exposed the crooked teeth. "Thank you." He said with a curve in his crude voice.

Zachary said nothing and did not show any emotion, yet his eyes stared and followed Bugsy like a cat ready to pounce.

Bugsy slid into the small manor front hallway and Zachary followed close behind. The door slammed shut behind the two as they continued into the hallway.

Bugsy's black eyes darted to the black metalic stand that held an I.D card slide on the very top. He stopped and pointed a right bony finger at the device with a frown. "Getting technical around here? What's that?"

Zachary approached the stand and reached into his left coat pocket to pull out a small black I.D card. The front of the card held a red painted fanged smily face, the back held a magnetic strip. As Zachary slid the card through the plastic scanner and as a green light lit up on the device, he smiled. "A little change to our security."

Down the hall, just a few feet from the I.D scanner, two double doors coated in silver with door handles that connected to form the silver coated smiling fanged face, opened automaticly; the door handles split in the middle. As the doors opened, the loud dubstep music slammed harshly into the once quiet hallway. Red lights flickered in the open doorway as the smell of liquor slowly flew out.

Bugsy narrowed his black eyes on the doorway with a giant, crooked toothed, smile. "Home." He whispered with a snicker.

Zachary slid his card back into his pocket and followed Bugsy into the loud, dim lit Club Red.

The human heart shaped dancefloor pulsed with a red light as the crowd of patrons danced wildly. A few feet away from the dance floor was the round stage that held the large stand filled with electrical equipment. Behind the equipment was the little Irish boy named Eddie. He bounced and pressed the buttons that would allow a new beat to pound through the large speakers that were spread across the club.

To each end of the tall electrical stand was one dancer. The one on the right, a beautiful young blond with curly hair danced in a slimming red leather pant suit. Her face was painted with strange glowing makeup and she was twirling around a metal pole that held a large lit flame to each end.

On the other side was the gypsy like Ezra, dancing barefoot in a large purple dress. In her hands were two large rings that glowed brightly with a red tint. She threw one of the rings in the air, conducted a back flip only to stand straight and catch the ring before it fell onto the stage. She tossed the rings about as her long black curly hair flew through the air and bounced on her lose white blouse.

Across the dance floor was a fuzzy glass tiled floor that lit up with a different color to each beat that was played. On the other side of the room was the glass made bartop that held strings of red lights within the glass. Behind the bar were three women, dressed in matching uniforms: a black silk dress with a red leather corrset. Customers sat around the bar on the red leather stools and ordered new drinks.

Bugsy popped his neck as the doors closed behind both he and Zachary. With a stagger, Bugsy walked across the blinking glass floor and approached the bar. He stood in between two young men who were flirting with the bartender Kat.

"Come on Kat. Wouldn't you want some Mexican beef in your Kung Pow Chicken?" The Hispanic man snickered.

"Hey baby, what are you going to do when you get off work tonight?" The white man said in a drunken state.

Kat rolled her eyes as she opened two beers. She sat one in front of the Hispanic man and the other to the drunken white man before she glanced to Bugsy who stood in the middle. Her brown eyes began to twinkle as began to crawl onto the bar. With her right slender hand, Kat reached out and grabbed Bugsy's thin throat. Then, with a snarl from her throat, Kat pulled Bugsy in close to her mouth.

Bugsy's throat gave a short gasp as he flew inward to Kat's face. The two gave into a violent yet passionate kiss. Bugsy reached up and grabbed the back of Kat's long black hair; he pulled down on a handful strands. Kat gave a grunt as she continued to kiss Bugsy, her teeth latched down on Bugsy's lower lip and bit down hard. Bugsy placed a hand on the woman's chest and shoved hard enough for her to stumble backwards.

Kat giggled as she adjusted her corrset.

Bugsy gave a large wicked smile; blood dripped from the bite mark on his lower lip. He ran his wrist sleeve over the lower lip and glanced to the Hispanic man on his left.

The man looked at Bugsy with a slight drunken fear.

With a chuckle, Bugsy nodded his head back. "Scram."

The man nodded and grabbed his beer before walking away.

Kat gave a loud snif and turned to the many rows of liquior behind her. She selected a deep red bottle with a black lable marked with red letters: Blood Shot. With a half grin, Kat pulled out two shot glasses and sat down all three items in front of Bugsy. She placed her slender palms on the bartop and tapped her black painted nails on the glass. "Pour." She demanded as she raised her right eyebrow.

Bugsy's black eyes stared at her with a grin on his face. His bony fingers wrapped around the bottle and began to pour the two glasses full of the Blood Shot liquior. "Count Mary Poppins wants me to back off for a little while." He mentioned as he finished pouring the last glass.

Kat lowered her brow and grabbed her glass. "Doesn't surprise me. Word around the club says you killed two guys this morning." The Asian bartender scoffed before throwing the liquid into her mouth.

Bugsy gulped down the Blood Shot and snarled before slamming down his glass. "Wasn't my fault they were picking on my Dickie boy!" He sniffed loudly. "They'd be planning to carry him off if it weren't for the likes of me."

Kat folded her arms across her chest. "You know how Zach feels about killing. To be honest, you are very lucky he only has that one rule."

Bugsy rolled his eyes and reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his small black electronic cigarette. "Yeah, yeah..." He started as he placed the mouth piece on his lips and drew in some vapor. "... Don't harm anyone unless they call for it." He puffed on the electronic device for a moment before snarling. "They called for it."

Kat pour the two glasses full again. "Very true, but you have to think about what Zachary thinks right now. You kill someone and turn back into your brother, guess whose face the cops will be looking for?" She grabbed glass and gulped it down. "That little whimp won't make it an hour in prison."

Bugsy's face twisted with rage. He quickly reached over the bar and grabbed Kat's hair again. He pulled her hair hard enough to twist her head and held her head close to his face.

Kat whenced in pain.

"Don't ever call him a whimp." He said in an evil whisper. "Richard has more back bone than you will ever have."

Kat gave a giggle as a tear rolled down her left cheek and ruined her eyeliner. "Of course ... Where'd you think you come from?"

Bugsy released his grip and took a puff from his electronic cigarette. Vapor flew out of his oval nostrils. "You people just don't get it, do ya? We are not sides, we are different people." He stared at Kat for a long moment with his black eyes, his face did not motion. "Scientifically, there isn't two sides to a person, there are personalities. You can be a night prowler and then a church holy roller at the same time, but you are still one person." He puffed on is cigarette, the end of the device lit up with a blue light. "I have many personalities and Dickie boy has his own. We are like twins he and I; we might look alike and have similar DNA, but we are two different people."

Kat adjusted her hair and sniffed as she wipe away the black tear from her cheek. "I guess people would think of you two as Jekyll and Hyde."

Bugsy smiled. "Oh, but Jekyll was a saint and Hyde was an idiot. We both know that I am no mere idiot and Dickie boy ... Well, he has his own demons to fight with."