Marcus McClennan
Location: Home / El Jefe's Beach House
Interacting with: Min-Seo @Fabricant451
Marcus took a breath of the frigid winter air; its coldness rushing into his lungs. He was standing in the middle of a field of white. Snow fell gently around him, landing in his hair and melting where it touched his skin. To the left stood the McClennan Mansion. Its many windows foggy and covered in frost. The large roof covered in a blanket of snow. There were no lights coming from the house. On the outside it looked empty, almost uninhabited, giving him a feeling of unease. The sun was rising behind the mansion, casting a shadow in which he was confined. To the right the field of white spread for miles. There the sun shone like a spotlight upon a stage. How he longed to run through that field.
“You know we’re not supposed to be out here right?” An older boy said to him. He had the same dark blond hair as Marcus. The same high cheekbones, and the same look that Marcus got when he was concerned. “Dad will be pissed if one of us gets sick. You don’t want another nanny to get fired, do you? Besides, it’s wayyy to cold to be playing right now.”
“That was not my fault, Matty. Dad was in a bad mood that day. It just so happened that I also had the flu.”
Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Riiight. Just like it just so happened you were playing in the rain the night before.” His brother grinned. “Tell ya what. Let’s have a race.” He pointed to a snow-covered tree in the field. “If you beat me, we’ll play outside for the rest of the morning.”
It was Marcus’ turn to raise an eyebrow. “And if I lose?”
“You gotta clean both our rooms. Give the maids a break from the mess they have to put up with.”
“Deal!” Marcus yelled, already running towards the finish line. The cold wind whipped past his ears. His feet marking the snow with tiny footprints. He could hear his brother behind him, shouting for him to slow down. He was halfway; there was no way he was going to lose.
Beep. The faint sound came from somewhere above him. He looked up. Nothing but falling snow. He felt an unnatural warmth on his legs. Whatever, he was almost there. Beep! This time the sound was louder. The warmth had increased, spreading down from his legs to his feet. He could smell smoke. Was something burning? Marcus stopped and looked around in confusion. The snow fell harder now, swirling around him and blocking his vision. He could no longer see the tree.
“Matthew!” Tears began to fill his eyes. “Where are you!”
No response.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The fire alarm blared above him. Marcus’ entire room was covered in smoke. It got into his eyes and filled his lungs. The source of the flame: a small blanket he had wrapped around his legs. What in the fuck was going on? No idea, but he had to act fast. Marcus grabbed the blanket with his left hand and sprinted to the balcony; his feet slapping on the hardwood floor. With his right he opened the screen door, and threw the flaming blanket into the pool. It fell, streaming smoke until finally sizzling out in defeat when it reached the pool water.
Marcus left the balcony door open to vent out the smoke and plopped back down onto his bed. “What the fuck was that?” At the foot of his bed lay a half lit joint, the embers still smoldering. He remembered fallen asleep while smoking some weed. His dealer said that the Indica dominant strain would help him sleep. It was fucking crazy that it worked so fast. More like a date rape drug than weed… That was the last time he smoked that Indica shit by himself, for damn sure.
He thought back to his dream. The same dream had been reoccurring for the past week. Always outside the mansion. Always his brother. Always the snow. He thought that the joint would help, but it only made things worst. He almost died this time. Luckily, he got away with just a few minor burns on his legs and hand. Thank god for thick blankets. He needed to get his mind off of that serious stuff and doing drugs alone wasn’t the solution. He checked the time on his phone: it read 10 PM. There was an invite for a New Years’ party at Damian’s house. A party, and one thrown by the Elite for that matter, was exactly what he needed. If he couldn’t do drugs all by his lonesome, he would do it surrounded by underage teenagers. Surely someone there was responsible enough to keep him from dying.
The Party
The party was a banger for sure, he could hear the thumping of music from a block down from the confines of the limo. Yeah he was a little late to the party, but there were still a couple hours before the new year. Most parties didn’t truly begin until after midnight anyways. If it was really a banger, the partying would last till morning. Late? Nah, he was a little early.
He walked into the house, excitement bubbling inside of him. The quick thumping of the music matched the beating of his own heart. This was it. This was what he’d been missing. Here there were no worrying, no responsibilities, no past, no future. Here people lived in the moment, and the only things that mattered were girls, beer and weed. From the smell of things, the latter was already being lit. First things first he needed to get drunk. It wasn’t a party until he was so drunk he could barely remember it.
He brushed past two big guys running towards the exit like they’d seen a ghost. What kinda fucked up thing had they’d seen to make them run like that? From their sluggish gaits it was evident that they were both extremely wasted. Maybe they were just hallucinating. Whatever it is they were on, he wanted to be apart of it. He walked to the bar where an Asian chick was working. Marcus hadn’t seen her around before, maybe she was new. From the frazzled look on her face, she clearly didn’t know what she was doing. Marcus didn’t care though, it didn’t take an expert to get him wasted. “Hey beautiful, busy night huh?” He grinned and pointed back at the guys. “Give me whatever they’re having. Must be good if they’re already that far gone.”
