HOSTS

Edwin I can never forget this experience. I was right behind him, as he stopped and turned. He faced me and I noticed his eyes, now glowing golden red. His muscles seemed to be morphing rapidly under his blue shirt with uncontrollable anger, as I heard a voice, “Run!” But it came rather too late. His name is Fred and that should be two days ago. Here I am now, drenched in my own red pool and tired to a huge try. Talking to you two silent guards covered in black hoodie vestments. Your crooked staff is like that of a wizard. You can remain silent all you want while I await my fate. But your costumes are definitely not as scary as that of your master when he captured me. If you won't speak, you just have to listen to me in my distress. This big circle on the ground looks fetish. It's more scary to know that I'm at the center. Who would have thought I'd end up like this, that this would be the end of me. Every tick and tock sends terrible tortures through my thick skull. My innocent hands, tied to the wood like I am to be crucified. I wasn't always like this. I was just a lively school boy who was good at art. Some call me a bully but I know a bully when I see one. They say I'm proud but I'm just way too handsome and the girls couldn't take their faces off me especially when I'm drawing in the studio filled with colourful donkey seats. My blonde hair shines as my muscular body positions majestically on the seat with board and paper on my thighs.I made fast strokes of the pencil which scratches out harmonic sounds to the ears of the girls. Jasmine was one of those girls. She was the girl, to be precise. Jass was just perfect in every way. Her curly dark hair was to die for. Her perfectly round face with cat eyes, her deadly smiles. If “fun” was a person, it's definitely gonna be Jass. My room was filled with drawings of her faces. She loved everything I did and we were ruling Phills-College together. I met Griff in school at a friendly match. He was just as heartless as I was and we were fitted for each other. He is way bigger than I am with very strong fists with which he dealt with his opponents. His dark skin sweats profusely whenever he got into any kind of exercise. I approached him after the match, gave him a hug and followed up with a nice exchange of hand shake. “I'm Edwin and I love what you did there”. “Well your defense ain't bad either Edwin. The name's Griff”, he held my hand very tightly, “Griffmore. I surely hope to have more games with you on my side, haha!” Well, that was the beginning of my games with him on my own side. Surely not sporty games. Something a little more threatening. We would walk down the green passage where students pass to have their meals. There, we collect foods, money and even books from the students. No one dared to question us as everyone believed we were armed cultists. When it's a big catch, I had Jass to make findings on our target and I had Griffmore to execute the plans. We collected cash from the students when we want. Other times, we would just scare them off. We soon had a crew though you might want to call it a gang. We weren't cultists but our name was just perfect. The Fearless. The fun didn't last for long before I noticed there was a weed amidst the crops. You're wondering how I noticed? Okay you're not. But since you have chosen to remain silent here, I'll give you the gist. It's not a long story. We went to a club to have fun on a cold night. It was the full crew. The bar was filled with drunkards, strippers and businessmen. I was at a table for two with Jasmine while others were getting comfortable in the groove of the night. Griff went to get me my beer and he dropped his flat phone on my table. His phone rang as it vibrated on the table. It wrote “mom” or “dad” well I'm sure it was his parent. Then I picked it up and made a joke of it to Jass “His parents are still on his neck at this age” we laughed as Griff arrived. The call went off. “Guys, come on, I'm good by myself. I'm a man and no one is watching out for me like a kid.” So I challenged him in front of everyone without wasting time. “Dance” “Dance? Do I have to dance to prove that I'm a man?” “Well yes, if you're man enough to dance with…” others chorused, “Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine!!” She got up straight away “So what do you say Grrrrrrrrrriffffffff? Are you man enough to rock this body on the dance floor, big guy?” Griff wasn't ready for this but his ego wouldn't allow him back out. He took her hands and moved to the stage and everyone cheered him up. I have never laughed like I did on that day. The dance was of the gods. My dear friend kept falling in front of a woman like a lady with uncomfortable heel shoes. The more awkward it got, the more the crew cheered on. “Go Griff! Go Griff!! Go Griff!!!” They were two rusty nails dancing on a primed canvas. I couldn't hold the laughter as I bursted out loudly. Jass wasn't enjoying it but I was enjoying the show. Her phone rang multiple times as they danced but I paid no attention. Then a text entered. I caught a glance of it “I'm missing you already…” My laughter reduced to a wide smile as I continued to cheer the dancers. I moved the phone closer and clicked the message. It read, “I'm missing you already baby. Are you still hanging out with that fool? You are keeping me waiting here. You should break up with him soon to avoid this delay next time. See you soon baby” the name was saved with some… acronym I can't even remember but my mind was deeply messed up. I managed to keep a fake smile till they finished the dance. Everyone's laughter seemed strange to me suddenly. She returned to her seat with the phone on the table. I made sure to leave the message on so that I could confirm the truth from her eyes. She saw it opened as she looked up at my face. And there she was. Confused. She was the weed. Right there, in the noise caused by the laughters of drunkards, she picked up her phone and ran off. The noise drained drastically as I kept mute and still. Still, I had my fake smile on. Soon, it became quite original. I was pained but that smile wasn't forced anymore. It was the end.