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.