It was almost as if Ludwig was having an out of body experience.
No scratch that. It was exactly like he was having an out of body experience.
Ludwig was watching himself walk down the street in the middle of the night. Although he couldn’t control himself he couldn’t control himself he knew exactly where he was going.
The Devils Crib. The underground club where the teenagers went to drink, do drugs, and have sex to their hearts content.
Half an hour ago he didn’t even have the slightest idea of which side of the city it was on.
And himself. Gone was the carefully gelled hair, the carefully ironed suits and vests, the glasses and the shoes. In their place were clothes Ludwig never even remembered getting.
Everything leather. The jacket, the pants, the boots. The shirt was ripped in places and had the picture of a black eagle on it. There was a spiked collar on his neck. His hair wasn’t gelled and instead down and wild. The only thing he recognized was the iron cross necklace his father had given him years ago.
But what scared him the most was the look on his face. Never in his life had he ever had such a gleeful and feral look. His eyes were a light and he had a combination of a grin and a smirk. His hands flexed at his sides as if he was itching for a fight and there was a slight bounce in his step.
There weren’t that many people out at this time but those who were threw looks of suspicion at him before quickly walking away.
His body paid no attention to them; he had a place to be.
He made a sudden turn at an alley and walked down it before coming to a door. When he opened it the smell of smoke and g-d knows what else met him.
Ludwig felt his heart quiver with excitement before he descended into the stairway.
The scene that met him was straight out a movie. Lights flashing everywhere, the music going on so loud the floor were shaking, smoke from the machines, cigarettes, and other substances filled the air. People dancing to the music. Some couples grinding on one another. Hands flying over their partners bodies, kissing, grinding, grinning, moaning.
He felt his eyes scan the crowd before locking on one girl who stood dancing alone. Her eyes were closed and she was moving steadily to the beat. Her lips were drawn upwards. Her green dress accented her curves nicely however what might’ve scared the other men away was the frying pan she twirled in her hands.
He felt his lips go upward in a grin as he made his way towards her. Once je was close enough he gently touched her shoulder to get her attention.
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No scratch that. It was exactly like he was having an out of body experience.
Ludwig was watching himself walk down the street in the middle of the night. Although he couldn’t control himself he couldn’t control himself he knew exactly where he was going.
The Devils Crib. The underground club where the teenagers went to drink, do drugs, and have sex to their hearts content.
Half an hour ago he didn’t even have the slightest idea of which side of the city it was on.
And himself. Gone was the carefully gelled hair, the carefully ironed suits and vests, the glasses and the shoes. In their place were clothes Ludwig never even remembered getting.
Everything leather. The jacket, the pants, the boots. The shirt was ripped in places and had the picture of a black eagle on it. There was a spiked collar on his neck. His hair wasn’t gelled and instead down and wild. The only thing he recognized was the iron cross necklace his father had given him years ago.
But what scared him the most was the look on his face. Never in his life had he ever had such a gleeful and feral look. His eyes were a light and he had a combination of a grin and a smirk. His hands flexed at his sides as if he was itching for a fight and there was a slight bounce in his step.
There weren’t that many people out at this time but those who were threw looks of suspicion at him before quickly walking away.
His body paid no attention to them; he had a place to be.
He made a sudden turn at an alley and walked down it before coming to a door. When he opened it the smell of smoke and g-d knows what else met him.
Ludwig felt his heart quiver with excitement before he descended into the stairway.
The scene that met him was straight out a movie. Lights flashing everywhere, the music going on so loud the floor were shaking, smoke from the machines, cigarettes, and other substances filled the air. People dancing to the music. Some couples grinding on one another. Hands flying over their partners bodies, kissing, grinding, grinning, moaning.
He felt his eyes scan the crowd before locking on one girl who stood dancing alone. Her eyes were closed and she was moving steadily to the beat. Her lips were drawn upwards. Her green dress accented her curves nicely however what might’ve scared the other men away was the frying pan she twirled in her hands.
He felt his lips go upward in a grin as he made his way towards her. Once je was close enough he gently touched her shoulder to get her attention.