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Chapter 1:
The crowds roared like any theoretical big cat may or may not, we could never be sure. Kane, tall and proud, stood in the heart of it all having just won the World Cup. Of course, that was all a dream. England lost in the quarter finals ruining all chances of glory for England and crushing Kane's dignity under society's unforgiving boot.
Dejected and feeling like a complete failure, Kane had to make the long trudge home after the match. Having decided to walk home for aura reasons. Despite this tactical move to try to prevent further damage to his ego, Kane knew deep down in his heart that the pain at home would be much worse than the pain of disappointing millions of fans.
When he finally got home after a week of travelling, he was surprised to see Katie still in distress. He had hoped that perhaps if he left her to brew for a week she might relax and forgive him for this catastrophe but instead, she looked at him with such disgust, he felt in all ways similar to a slug that had been crushed against the concrete. She languidly sat up from the chaise to preserve melodrama in the scene she was about to cause. Looking in every way like a goddess who is definitely NOT Aphrodite. However, those goddesses may share similar beauty and grace. Aphrodite of course being too ethereal to fully match any lesser-known goddess whom I won't be naming.
A scowl, covered her gorgeous face as she practically, in Kane's opinion, hissed out "You lost. You failed. You are pathetic, Kane." Kane stared at her, lost for words with the shame he felt. She waited patiently for him to speak, simply glaring into his soul. Finally finding the courage to speak, Kane started "I'm-" Katie stood up in a fury and placed her hand against his mouth to silence him. "Did I say you could speak?" She questions in indignation. She scoffs, tossing her silky hair behind her ear. "I work day in and out to raise this family and this is how you repay me? Humiliating me? It's bad enough you had that silly little rainbow band stunt. Trying to expose our marriage for what it really is. A lie, like your supposed talent."
Kane shuffled his feet awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Deep down, he knew she was right. He had forfeited too many penalties this season to be ignored. She looks him over pitifully and turns away, her chiffon nightie swishing prettily with her movement. Wearing it purely for the drama despite the fact that it was midday. She speaks low and intimidating "You can sleep on the couch tonight. You failure." He looks up at her suddenly, completely appalled "But I already sleep-" She cuts him off again "I don't care for your apologies! Get out of my sight, Kane!"
With that, Katie struts away like a swan gliding on a lake, leaving Kane rightfully disoriented. He looks around like a pathetic puppy dog. His kids weren't home and he couldn't face his teammates after that defeat. The only thing he could do was go to the one place everyone's spirits were lifted, like some kind of feverish necromancy. He had to go to a Jackson Wang party.
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In case you didn't know, a Jackson Wang party refers to a party by the notorious Jackson Wang. Controversial as it may seem to have a werewolf sympathiser host a party, they were still an extravagant affair. Unlike most millionaires, Jackson Wang always made it his duty to invite the pauperised individuals as well as the ultra elite to his mansion for a night of full-out partying. Everyone went. To miss a Jackson Wang party was to miss a slice of heaven and is a tragedy beyond any war crime.
Especially recently, Jackson's parties have been almost extraterrestrial in how divine they are. The root cause of this sudden exponential growth of his already distinct parties is most definitely because of his recent marriage to legendary John Cena, a lesser-known wrestler more frequently recognised for his work with Jesus and his cannibalistic tendencies. The two only met in August but their love transcended the socially acceptable timeline for what love should go on.
**OPULENT SEGUE.**
The music vibrated through the floor like mini earthquakes, causing the very foundations of the house to tremor as if it could feel the enthusiasm and wanted to join the jive. Screaming rang out through the house at the heart of it all. From trepidation or exhilaration? Nobody really knew for sure.
Women and men giggled out on the expansive dance floor dressed in everything from ritzy ballgowns to lascivious flapper dresses. Some charmed the room with their eloquence, some simply gyrated while oblivious to the world around them, and those not like other girls were sitting in the corners with their smutty literature and messy buns complete slaves to One Direction. Not yet realising they were beautiful, but that's what made them beautiful.
Naturally, nonbinary and gender queer individuals alike also frequented this thermonuclear event but frankly, the way everyone was grouped like one homogenous mass left little room for them to have any uniqueness amongst the bustling crowds. The diversity of the party spoke of a host with too many connections to possibly have a lick of free time and the acceptance of a toddler for any group –except vampires–.
Kane strolled into the party casually, not expecting to be acknowledged due to the variety of other celebrities scattered about this extravaganza. (Even Lin-Manuel Miranda never got bothered despite the number of degenerate theatre kids lurking about!) He glanced around, searching for anyone to bother until he saw a horror that made his heart drop more than the beat during the song 'Hello Kitty' by Avril Lavigne.
Their bracelets were gone.
"Whose bracelets?" The imaginary cry of some distant audience yelled, barely holding in their anticipation. Kane's best friends weren't wearing their friendship bracelets. Kane clutched at his own, which was of course made from pearls, in shock. He thought they'd care more about their friendship than this. He for one had never even dreamed of removing his!
Kane's best friends oddly enough are Bam and The Cat. I am sure you've heard of these two big-time celebrities whose fame is more vast than the very universe itself. I wouldn't go so far as the multiverse that would be madness but you can still cognise their greatness which you presumably already knew of.
This betrayal hit Kane deep in the growing void between his ribs so much that he immediately rushed over to the bar and got himself a pint to soothe himself from bawling his eyes out. The bartender looked at him pitifully and shook his head, having seen it all before and also wanting to show off his cool new hair that he dyed with red tips just to be different. "Trouble in paradise?" The bartender asked soothingly, his voice the texture of slightly dusted sugar water (I shall not elaborate as I believe that metaphor is self-explanatory).
Kane looked up at the bartender in shock, how could this nobody recognise his emotional distress? He threw his glass across the room before he spoke "Uhh, yeah... We lost pretty badly." The bartender nodded in understanding, his name probably something lame like Harry. Harry replied softly "Everyone always goes to the bar to mope about. It's a Jackson Wang party, you could be doing literally anything else. He has sixty elephants and llamas galore."
"For real?" Kane exclaimed, completely flabbergasted by this discovery which earned him a look from the bartender which seemed to say 'Look outside, you idiot. It's sixty elephants, for goodness sake! It's hard to miss.' Kane just looked away awkwardly to sip on the pint of the guy next to him. Feeling ashamed he even asked that.
Shaking his head completely appalled, causing the colour that matched his soulmate on his hair to fall in his eyes, Harry got back to work. Leaving Kane to ponder his place in society. How could his life be this terrible? His life was as tragic as Hamlet's.
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A burst of smoke appeared out of the blue, covering the violet lights of the party followed quickly by an exuberant laugh that dragged Kane away from his moping. Hermes had arrived. As always, the god of herds, flocks, travellers, hospitality, roads, trade, thievery, cunning, heralds, diplomacy, language, writing, athletic contests, gymnasiums, astronomy, astrology, and probably more had graced Jackson's party with his much antpresence precense.
"Holy moly! This party is just as divine as ever." He exclaimed with a haughty laugh. Hermes looks around till he spots Jackson who was in the corner seemingly talking to no one that you can see. "Oh my goodness, dawling! You really understand how to capture perfection in this celestialesque experience it almost comes close to my own greatness." He chortled his haughty laugh with a grin as he leans in close to Jackson. "Wouldn't you like a taste of power?" He suggests slyly, throwing a bag of pills onto the table.
Jackson looks them over and nods, handing Hermes a sealed envelope and murmurs "Thats what I pay you for." Hermes laughs again and gives Jackson a wink before going off to the dancefloor. Kane watches the entire situation in mild interest. This happened daily but it helped take his mind off the crushing pressures of society.
Kane debated going over there to take some but cast the thought aside. No matter how badly he wanted it, he'd never give in to something like that.
The party seemed to grow more and more chaotic after the arrival of Hermes. Talking got louder and dancing wilder. Especially from Piccadilly, a frequent Jackson Wang partier. On a whim, Kane decided to go speak to her as she seemed fun and the only one dancing wildly for pleasure and not because they were higher then Gwen Stacy before she fell.
Words couldn't describe how groovy her outfit was. So I got a picture:
Taking deep preemptive breaths incase she completely rejected the mere thought of talking to him he went over and asked "Hey. How you doin'?" Nailed it. She was definitely going to be interested now. Piccadilly turned with a smile and started doing some kind of hand jives in a way that told Kane Piccadilly's line of communication was open. Taking this as a positive he continued "So... You come around here often?" He knew fine well she did Piccadilly's records of her Instagram showed. She continued to do her hand motions, she was probably an entertainer. Maybe in a Piccadilly circus?
Her movements stopped momentarily as if something just dawned her and she took out her phone to start typing. Quite rude in the middle of a conversation. He took this as she was uninterested when Officer Brian walked in the door. He was Picadillys bestfriend and had been there for her after she lost her voice.
He gasped in shock when he saw her and screamed out in an immaculate chorus "God, what have you done? You're a pink pony girl! And you dance at the Jackson Wang party..." Picadilly nodded with a gasp of air. He shook his head as he looked around with a frown. "I thought it was supposed to be loud in here..." he muttered as he went to drag Piccadilly out of concern. Brian had gone deaf after a waterpark incident and he still hadn't realised.
The addition of an officer into the party seemed to only heighten the want for chaos. Hermes laughed and chucked a wind bag at Brian. Puzzled, he looked it over, unable to hear the screams telling him to put it down. Without warning, he opened the bag.
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Screams erupted throughout the building as lightning struck the light fixtures, causing darkness and a great storm to insue. Ruthlessness could never be seen as mercy in this instant as the winds picked up. Kane took that chance to scamper out the building, leaving Jackson to yell after him "Kane, you coward!" His reputation was really stuck between a block and a hard place now but if he stayed there he would die! He thinks... probably... Doesn't matter! Why would he check? Everyone else seemed to get the same idea and ran for it.
Could this get any worse?
At that moronic thought, a small fleshy being collided with Kanes chest sending it flying. Kane looked down to see something an extremely British person would call a 'specky git' but Kane didn't see that. All he saw as they hurtled towards the concrete was an angel. He held his breath and watched that figures gorgeous face scrunch up in fear as he hustled towards the ground, giving Kane plenty of time to appreciate it.
The poor fellows stuff spilled all over as he finally hit the ground finally. Kane blinked as he suddenly realised that maybe he should help that guy! He knelt before him and picked up the guys papers which seemingly appeared of nowhere for dramatic effect. With bated breath, the short one watched. Not even trying to help! Kane brushes this off because it's not every day he meets an angel (atleast he suspected they were an angel. No normal guy would wear cashmere cardigans like this guy was.)
To test his hypothesis, Kane asked "Hey, can you give me a full essay on your opinions on Lucifer Morningstar the fallen angel?" The shorter one simply furrows their brows and replies "What?" Playing stupid... Did that mean he was a sadistic man eating cannibal who would lead him to his demise like Jackson Wangs new husband John Cena who isnt sadistic but is a cannibal so is close enough to make a comparrison? Prolly not.
A hand slipped under the shortest guys chin forcing them to maintain eye contact. Damn it! Kane hated when his hand did that. "Sure, mate. I believe you." He mutters, obviously disbelieving the increasingly shrinking with comparative words, man's confusion. "I'm Harry. Not the kidnapping Harry don't worry! Harry Kane." Kane joked, immediately regretting his choice in words as his jokes all fell flat. Sunlight graced the guys face as it cracked up in a genuine smile of glee and he started to introduce himself in return.
Defying gravity was the only way to describe the way that smile made Kane feel. He needed to do something quick before he did somethin' stupid! Marrying the night and becoming a Hermit seemed like the only option. Why couldn't he just kiss a girl and like it?! Instead he was wishing, baby, it was cold outside so he could invite this precious thing over to cherish them like some piano man. Hell to the no, he had to be stronger and pull himself together.
The man looked at him in confusion as Kane didn't respond to him revealing his name. Kane quickly tries to recover "Sorry can you repeat that?" A surprise guest appeared! A speeding train launching past and blocking out the sound of the poor guys voice. Kane hesitates. This was a turning point. Did he ask for the name again or just relent? Clearing his throat he grins and exclaims "I like that name. It's special to you." The guy nodded and his phone started vibrating.
Frowning in annoyance, he looked down and saw a notification labeled work. Shaking his head, the guy turned to leave "Im sorry. It was nice to meet you, I could have shown you incredible things but work is more important... I hope to see you again." Kane nodded in dissappointment as he walked. The guy had a camera around his neck. An idea sparked in Kane so he yelled out
"When the stars allign, Shutterbug!"