The Bear

Draco and Amira were now heading back to the Casino floor.

Draco was standing a few feet behind Amira and was once again checking out her ass.

'I can't believe I was just making out with her, she's got to be the cutest girl I've ever kissed.' Draco thought to himself as pride welled up in his chest.

Meanwhile, Amira was walking forward with increasingly fast steps. Her face began to redden as she recalled how she was pinned against a wall not even a few minutes ago.

'We just met and I allowed him to do that to me. Is there something wrong with me? Also, why am I so embarrassed, this isn't how I usually act.' she thought as she reached the elevator.

Getting into the elevator, neither said a word. They just occasionally sent glances in the other's direction and looked around awkwardly.

No doubt, the c*caine still in both of their systems was causing them to act erratically in the cramped elevator.

Suddenly, Amira heard a smug, charming voice to her left.

"You know, that wasn't so bad." Draco said, looking at her.

Despite the awkward atmosphere, a laugh escaped from Amira's lips, "It really wasn't."

Amira saw Draco step closer to her, she was about to back away but stopped herself. Instead, she looked up at Draco.

"I don't regret what we did." he said.

Amira was silent for a moment, before she said, "I don't either, but that doesn't mean anything. I've had more than a few drinks tonight, so don't get ahead of yourself."

Draco smirked when he heard this, "But I am a good kisser, right?"

Amira's face suddenly flushed, before she turned her head. "That matters not, you don't understand. Me and you are not the same. We could never be more than a… fling, if that."

Draco was silent, but in his head he was thinking, 'This woman is making things so complicated, she should just do what she wants to already.'

She turned her head back, "So, if you understand, then it's better if you just for-"

Amira's voice was suddenly silenced by Draco's lips as he pressed them against hers.

She raised her hands in protest, but her resistance quickly melted away as she felt Draco's large arms against her waist.

It was like this that the two continued down to the casino floor.

***

The elevator doors opened and when Draco and Amira separated from the corner that they had pushed themselves into, they were shocked by what they saw.

The first thing they heard was a man screaming, and when they looked up they saw a man in a black suit falling off of the second floor balcony.

"AAAAAhhhhh" a man yelled as he fell 40 feet (12 meters) and collided with the top of a gambling machine.

With an audible crunch the man folded like a church chair, and his body slowly slid off the machine.

The middle-aged man sitting at the machine stepped back and shouted in terror, but still came back to collect his coins before running off into the distance.

Looking at the top of the balcony one would see what looked to be a complete free-for-all battle.

But when one looked closer they would see that there were over a dozen men in suits fighting what looked to be several other men in eye-catching, white robes.

Draco was stunned for a moment as he watched the fight above him.

He felt as if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

'Aren't those the casino guards?' he thought.

The men in white seemed to be ghosts, and Draco meant that literally. They would jump over tables with incredible speed and perform diving kicks on the guards with a force that seemed physically impossible.

A man in a white robe would run up to two or three guards and sweep out their legs, or launch a series of punches that caused arms to bend unnaturally, or necks to be turned in the wrong direction.

It's not like the guards weren't fighting back, in fact, some of them had even drawn their guns and started firing.

However, whenever a guard tried to punch or shoot one of the robed men, their bullets and fists phased directly through them! To the guards it felt like they were punching the air!

Draco watched one robed man run up to a guard and directly punch his arm 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 his chest.

Draco was stunned as he watched the hand come out of the other side, holding some kind of moving chunk of meat.

'Is that a f*cking heart?!' Draco thought in shock as he saw the beating chunk. 'What are we in some kind of f*cking anime? Holy sh*t, I must be dreaming. I have to be, right?'

When Draco decided to follow Amira to see what was going on and if he could help, this was the last thing he expected to see.

Actually, when he thought back to the past 24 hours, everything seemed like some kind of dream. Even just now, only 30 seconds ago he was making out with what was probably some rich supermodel.

To his surprise, when he looked over at Amira to see if she was actually real, she wasn't also standing in stunned silence.

She had a solemn expression on her face, and she quickly grabbed Draco's hand as she sprinted out of the elevator.

Draco was led behind Amira as they sped through the first floor of the casino, ducking between casino machines and avoiding middle-aged men.

'Wait, isn't she really fast?' Draco thought as he caught his breath after they reached the staircase.

"My brother is up there." she said as she began to head up the stairs.

She turned to look back at Draco, "You can stay here if you want, but he may need my help, so I have to go." she said before turning to run.

Draco hesitated for only a moment, but decided to follow her, 'The hell? As if I'm going to get shown up by some girl.' he thought with irritation.

Amira turned her head and was surprised to see that Draco was actually following her, but she quickly put him out of her mind as she focused on what she had to do.

Draco watched as Amira jumped up from the stairs, and collided directly with a man in a black suit.

Draco expected to see Amira come crashing back down towards him, and opened his hands to catch her, but instead what he saw left his jaw hanging.

He watched in shock as the suited man collided with Amira's shoulder and was sent flying probably 20 feet (6 meters), over the skirmish below, and into a group of tables across the room.

Draco looked at the collapsed man and realized that he wasn't moving.

'Man, what the f*ck? Who is this chick?' he thought after a second of stunned silence.

When Draco reached the top of the stairs he saw that most of the black suited guards had been either severely maimed or killed.

He shuddered as he looked at the carnage around him, and came back to his senses just in enough time to see a guard running in front of him, seemingly heading towards the staircase.

"Move, a*shole!" the panicked guard shouted out, before moving to push Draco out of the way.

Annoyed by his attitude, and because why not, Draco decided to throw a punch at the man's face. Honed from years of street fights, Draco's aim stayed true as his right fist smashed directly into the guard's jaw.

Draco stepped to the side as he watched the man fall limp, and then forwards as he began to crash directly down the staircase.

'Man, that never gets old.' he thought to himself as he chuckled.

Draco looked over and saw that the white robed man who was chasing the guard had stopped in his tracks and was now looking at him cautiously.

The robed man looked at him for a long moment, but ultimately did not move. His silence unnerved Draco, but before he could say anything the man zipped back into the fray at a speed that made Draco's eyes hurt.

When Draco looked around, he couldn't find Amira anywhere.

Looking towards the center of the battle, which now seemed to be wrapping up, Draco saw several of the robed men were gathering in a circle as they finished their individual fights.

At the center of the circle, Draco noticed a familiar red checkered head above the sea of white, and realized that he was looking at Muhammed.

Across from Muhammed had to be one of the biggest men Draco had ever seen. He was easily 7 feet tall (2.1 meters), dressed in a luxurious black suit, and was built like a bear.

Actually, Draco felt like he had seen smaller bears than this man.

He had rough facial features, a jagged scar running across his face, and if looks could kill then every one in that circle would have been dead a hundred times over.

As Draco got closer to the circle he heard the bear man's booming voice, "Muhammed, you Saudi f*ck, I didn't think you were such a shameless coward." he said, his voice seething with anger.

"Ahaha, you didn't really think I'd give you the Bombardier did you?" Muhammed asked mockingly.

Draco couldn't see from this angle, but he could tell Muhammed had a smug grin on his face just from his voice.

"You Saudi's are all the same, spineless f*cks, the lot of you." the bear man said as he began to step towards Muhammed.

Draco felt that he had to struggle to breathe under the pressure the man was releasing, and as the man walked forward it felt like the entire room had just been heated up by 20 degrees.

At this point Draco had just barely reached a position where he could properly see what was going on.

He saw Muhammed's now solemn face, and next to him he saw Amira.

Her small frame was next to Muhammed's and they both shared the same solemn expression. It looked as if they were both ready to fight to the death.