The electric atmosphere glistened with the sweat of thousands as the twin figures on stage reeled and jazz jammed the music in cacophonic rhythm. Shimmering lights of blue, violet, and red, crisscrossed the arena as fog machines rolled like silent thunder across the arena.
Josie danced trance like to the music, oblivious to the chaos around her. Alex rocked in time, music blaring from the speaker nearby, as he tried desperately to keep pace in his own lost imagination.
Howling winds covered the masses of bodies neatly packed, churning inside the bowl that made up the colosseum. The weather above threatening by the Gods to rain the worst storm since ’86 down on the preoccupied thrill cultists.
Lightning cascaded in sheer devastation on the earth around the stadium. Blue flame erupted across the heavens and died almost as quickly as it came. Hell’s fury of thunder ushered by the whip crack of demons.
Josie felt the first slash of rain across her face yet remained stubbornly in the moment, locked in the music and mayhem. Alex, breath coming ragged, danced on, not slowly as the hellish weather produced more than just minor drops.
They danced. Fascinated by the sheer force of tantric power emanating from the sound stage. The DJs on stage seemed to ignore the storm, lost in the work, creating their magnum opus.
With a shattering of lightning, the roar reverberated, shaking walls and foundation alike. The Devil had come to see the show. Flames grew from the ramparts as wooden timber steadily burned with Hell’s flames.
Some in the crowd noticed, a stir crashed like waves in high wind as the fire radiated outward. Revelers began panicking in a disorganized fashion as fire began to consume more real estate and fed fuel to the flames, hungry for more.
Exits clogged as the masses milled and scrambled. And still Josie danced. And still Alex was lost in fury of lockstep.
The music makers finally noticed the growing destruction, cutting their labor short with a quick and abrupt scratch of a vinyl.
As if, on cue, Josie and Alex stumbled to a stop, bewildered. They looked around and, each in turn, looked at each other. Clear concern and confusion etched in their faces.
The DJs were urging people to stay calm and exit in an orderly fashion. It was clear no one was listening to them anymore as throngs of people pushed and shoved to and away from exits.
The ceiling dropped as sheets of wet lead fell from the sky. In the summer heat, the shower of water felt cool as it soaked clothes and skin alike. Soon bodies were splashing along the slick, sodden, turf.
Josie and Alex moved up a path together looking for an unblocked exit. All around them people clawed like twisted things, panicked with fear as the fire raged against the new rain.
As if heavensent, Josie spotted an unused maintenance exit and pulled Alex to it. They jogged, careful not to draw attention to themselves.
The door, marred by years of use, brown and dirty, came open with a barely audible creak amongst the backdrop of yelling and chaos.
Josie and Alex stepped across the threshold and the door slammed behind them. Inside was a room filled with dust and well worn machinery, dim with emergency lighting, and smelling of musty, humid, dirt.
Alone, safe from the chaos outside but knowing the danger could spread, they frantically searched for the promised exit only to find the single gate to freedom barred with locks and chains. No way out but back, they tried to return to the outside.
The door they came through, however wouldn’t budge. No amount of prying or tugging caused the rusty hinges to squeal loose. They were trapped, foreigners to this new danger.
With a last forlorn look, fear and desperation penetrating the gloom, they settle in, Josie quietly taking Alex’s hand in hers, the impending fate that awaits them drawing her close to be comforted.
Frustration glared out of Alex’s blue eyes, his dirty blonde hair shook as he scanned benches and shelves alike. Taller than average, he could easily see the tops of cabinets where paint and brushes were stored. His frame with a bit of pudge, carried enough strength to rip open locked cabinets after a few tries.
Josie, meanwhile, lingered on tools and tradecraft supplies along the tables with mixed states of sadness and defeat, knowing that nothing in this array of mismatched items would cut the chains or pry the door.
With the moment settling into them like shattered glass, cutting deep inside, they sat on a bench, and looked at and through each other, lost in the misery.
Slowly Alex traced a finger along Josie’s hand and up her arm. His last moments, he wanted to remember her beauty, from fingers to face. She eyed him with sad curiosity, memorizing his eyes with her pale green.
They understood, in that moment, that this was the last love they would have, no more tomorrows. She leaned in, kissing him deeply, their mouths finding release.
A floodgate opened and, with a rush at once, Alex tore off his shirt, quickly undoing his jeans and kicking off his shoes. Josie, while slower and more methodical, wasted no time pulling her faded t-shirt up and bra off, revealing pert, tender breasts.
As they undressed, there seemed to be an air of wonton disregard for the outside world, forgotten in their desire to have this last moment together.
At last, all garments removed, they stared, hungry in a moment’s lust. A smile spread across Josie’s lips and she threw herself into Alex, he catching her and whirling her around in the air.
Off balance they fell clumsily to the floor, bumps and bruises quickly forgotten as they kissed with the fury of first time and the determination of last. Passion ebbed through them as their hunger driving home. She rolled atop him in their cradling for dominance and sat astride him.
A brief pause, she guided him into her and with eyes closed in a satisfied smile she lowered herself. They settled into a rhythm, music played in their minds, it’s beat timed by their hearts.
She lowered herself to kiss him as he grinded himself into her, their lips meeting halfway. The room grew hot, their heat or the flames outside, no one can say but, their bodies gleamed with sweat all the same. Passion rivaling ages bubbled from their hearts as he took her with each stroke.
The flicker of light, then darkness, sparked the climax, the beginning of the end. He exploded, muscles tensing and contracting in quick, violent spasms. Stars flickered in her vision, waves of ecstasy slammed into both with the force of the storm outside. The tensed, then went limp. She collapsing into his arms, snuggled deep against his body.
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