Chapter 3- Demon, a Business of Plays?

My God, this is me....
Fierce surges of pain immediately run through my arms, causing me to cry out in anguish.
My fragile body fades to the icy concrete, and I am now on my knees, my hands sprawled out in front of me.
What the hell is going on.. How did I even get to this place... and I still don't understand where I am!
Frustration overwhelms my thoughts as I attempt to recover my stance from before my falling. Now on my feet, another voice is heard from behind me.
     But this one is a huskier, lower voice. It's unfamiliar. You could sense a bitterness in it. A deep sadness cloaked with hatred. I didn't like it. I hated it. The voice had no angry remarks though. No sour illustration like what I had expected. The voice simply said,
" Good evening, Mr. Aiden Sawyer. How are you today?"
My vision circles around, and the creature standing before me, to my suprise, is not human. It is a dog-like beast, probably a wolf. It's coat is disturbingly dark. Not even a slight darkness. But a pure darkness. It's eyes were blackened, and decorated with a thin red around the lining of the pupil.  
   My thoughts are ambushed by nauseating bewilderment. I try to believe as if there was someone else there, and that it possibly couldn't have been the pet-classed individual in front of me.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
The words droop out of my mouth. I immediately regret giving them birth once I am returned with the undesirable voice again.
"Your vitals seem to be running well... sadly enough, you're probably not going to make it out of this alive though."
What?! I'm not going to make it out alive? Wait.. out of what alive?!
"Excuse me, whatever you are, where am I?!"
The brute has no reply, and just sits idley, the only thing moving being his tail.
Why isn't it answering me!?
     My irritation is hitting new heights. My body dashes forward without self- warning, and my arms thrust outward, almost grabbing hold of the varmint who seems to hold the explanations to all of this, and more.  I'm met with the familiarness of aggrivation and dissapointment again, for the wolf seems to have the speed of an X-15 as it accelerates away down the dimly-lit street in a split second.
     As a result of my sudden jump and miss, my body is now across the ground, and I turn and lie sideways as the freezing, falling blizzard glazes over me. I'm trapped in unretellable thought, when suddenly I hear the sound of a door slam shut. This startles me, and my body rises again, looking around to see where this might've come from. I look to the right, the street corner comes back into view. Nothing. I look to the left, the harlot house and theatre. At first I notice nothing of change, but then realize,
Was that light from inside the theatre on before I...no..
Filled with intrigue and hope for answers, I stroll hastily down the block to the theatre. Coming upon the entrance, I come to the conclusion this is no modern theatre of cinemas. This is a theatre of plays and on-stage acts. Interestingly enough, in all my lifetime I had never been to one.
I didn't even know they still had these around.
Once reaching its door, I find the theatre open, but deserted, at least to the naked eye. No employees, no greeting-men, no customers. No actors, actresses, or directors. The halls were lonely, dusty, and dimly-lit. Depressing. 
I further explore the campus, finding concession stands stocked full of delicious treats.
     Didn't think they'd have em' in these kind of theatres
I pass up restrooms boasting water fountains, and a gift shop. Finally reaching the main auditorium, I swing the door open, and a storm of dust attacks me as I cough and wave my arms to rid of it as much as I can. My eyes are still squinted from the former dust shower, but on upon their opening, I find a play taking place. It turns out there are in fact actors here. No audience or other associates though. Then again, I may be jumping the gun, for I had not even expected these fellows.
     Four younger looking gentlemen, probably in their teens sit on a silver block apparentley made to look like concrete. They all have the same distinct color of eyes. Black with a tint of gray. One with long blonde hair speaks,
     "So I found this in my dad's drawer today along with some others. I only took two though, because I didn't want him to notice. Don't need his psychopathic a*s on me right now", as he pulls out a thin white bar with a brown-ish yellow tip out of his pocket.
I stand contently staring at the scene, waiting for the reactions of the others.
Why am I so interested in this? Why does this mean anything to me?
The same disgusting sense of deja-vu that I had first witnessed on the bench at the intersection returns, and I become dizzy. 3 different reactions come from the other boys. The first one, with short, brown hair, curiously replies,
"What is it?"
He is obviously the youngest one of the group, naturally holding the most innocence.
The next boy, with buzzed black hair and glasses replies,
"Put that stuff away dude, it'll kill you"
and the third one, showcasing shaggy dark brown hair responds answering to the first one's response,
"You don't know what a cigarette is Derek? What are you, retarded? I hear they give you a really good buzz, we sh-"
The boy with the glasses interrupts with, "No, shut the hell up Aiden. We're not going to even think about it. You know how dang-"
Now the blonde-haired boy interrupts with, "Chill out, Jake. One cigarrette won't lead to anything."
     While the arguing continues, I slowly cruise closer to the stage.
The shaggy brown-haired one replies, " Chase is right, Jake. Relax. Now pass me it, Chase."
I watch as the cigarrette is passed throughout the group. Half of the group enjoys it, and half finds it pointless. I continue watching to see where this goes.
     "See how stupid that was now, Chase?", asserts Jake, the hair-buzzed, glasses wearing boy.
"I don't know, I felt kind of a rush from it", adds the shaggy-haired boy, Aiden, laughingly.
"Yeah same here. What'd you think of it Derek?", asks Chase.
"Well... I don't know.. it was okay I guess", he replies modestly.
     The boys continue conversating and argueing the subject, while my mind begins bending in and out of disorientation. A few moments pass and I'm nearing the stage more and more. I seem to go unnoticed at first, but then I reach the center of the stage, directly in front of where they're sitting. What happens next is completely unexpected and chaotic. 
     They notice I am there, which seems to trigger pre-meditated actions. As if I was planned to be there. As if they were planned to execute a mission, all having a certain job. First, the boy with the glasses named Jake runs off stage and vanishes into the audience.
Wait, what the hell?! This isn't right. When I first arrived there was no audience. It was empty!
     My thoughts are interrupted as secondly, the blonde-haired boy named Chase roughly shoves the shaggy-haired boy(Aiden) off stage seemingly with all his power, as in an angry way. But nearly immediately after, he screams, "AIDEN!!", in a loud painful cry. His attention shifts dramatically quick towards me, and as the boy grabs me with inhuman strength, I notice while struggling with him, the Derek boy in the background of the scene, a few steps away, has a revolver in his hand. It's aimed at his head while he stares sadly into the audience. The audience begins to applaud as my vision is jerked another direction.
     A gun-shot is rang, and the applauding gets louder as I'm strangled down and tied up. I look back to see a lifeless, blood-soaked body lieing down left of center stage. My body loses all physical strength and as Chase begins to gag me, I think
I don't understand...

This is my last moment of consciousness. The taste of smoke and fiery burning in my throat returns. I can't see, but can hear. The auditorium is filled with loud clapping and whistles, but I seem to hear a voice whisper over all the chaos,
"I'm so sorry. We didn't have to..."

Author's Note

Same as the whole book's note.