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The date had fallen into a lull. Lily and Aaron ate in mostly silence. Things felt horribly awkward to Lily, but Aaron seemed worse off. Not long after they had sat down, the club started to fill with people, and the number of people coming in began to make Aaron more nervous. The room got much hotter with the crowds of people travelling to the dance floor, and the DJ cranked up the music. Aaron's face grew hot, and he habitually wiped away beads of waxy sweat from his forehead. He felt his chest grow tight and his hands begin to shake. He nearly dropped his glass of water. [i]'Oh God,'[/i] he thought. [i]'Oh god, this is bad. I'm gonna have a panic attack. No! No, you're not! Not here! Not now! You'll be okay! Just talk!'[/i] 

[i][b]'Talk to who? The woman you've been deceiving for a half hour?'[/b][/i] Aaron tugged at his collar and wiped his forehead again. 

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Lily asked. 

"Uh, um," 

[i]'Let's be honest with her, yeah,'[/i] Aaron thought. "I'm just, uh, not feeling very well." 

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Lily said. "If I knew you weren't feeling well we could've gone home!" Aaron sighed. 

"I just, uh, didn't want to like, ruin your fun or anything." Aaron said. 

Then he heard a scream from the other side of the room. The dance floor exploded in fear as some kind of horrific monster reared up in the center of the crowd. People stampeded from the dance floor, pushing others aside and turning over dinner tables. Aaron's face went white as paper, and he gasped. As he tried to get up from the table, he was shoved over by the wave of people. He crashed into a four-person table and winced as a boot stepped on his chest. He moved to get up, but before he could a person running from the dance floor kicked him in the ribs. They fell over him, shoving him to the ground, and scrambled back to their feet. In the background, he could hear the monster roar. [i]'Jesus Christ,'[/i] Aaron thought to himself. [i]'Oh god no, no no no no no...'[/i] He felt his skin grow burning hot. His skin turned to burning hot wax beneath his clothes, and glowed a dull yellow. He shoved up to his feet, pushing the table over, and ran towards the exit. As he ran, a large man bumped into him and recoiled as boiling wax stuck to his shirt, burning him. Aaron's eyes were fixed solely on the "EXIT" sign ahead, and anyone who bumped into him was quite literally toast.

Aaron was already hyperventilating by the time he shoved out of the restaurant and into the street. He ran down the street as fast as he could. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was getting as far away from that cursed place. As he ran, he could feel his skin drip, leaving a trail of wax behind him. Several people in the fleeing crowd cried out in pain as drips of wax burned their skin, a result of getting to close to Aaron's flailing arms. Aaron ran several blocks down the street before he dove headlong into an alley next to a restaurant. Others still ran past, heading further down the avenue. In the distance, Aaron could hear a barrage of sirens heading towards the club.

 Aaron curled into a ball behind a trash can. He was hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably. His skin had begun to cool down, leaving his hair in a mess and his skin badly wrinkled. Several holes had burned in his shirt and pants. He started to cry, and a mixture of snot and wax melted down his face. His mind was racing. His skin felt freezing cold. His heart pounded in his chest so hard that it hurt his ribs and made his chest ache. He grabbed for his phone in his pocket, but the joints in his hands, cold from lack of blood, seized up and cracked. The phone tumbled from his hands and landed on the asphalt. He began to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen. Then he tipped over and collapsed to the ground, half-conscious, still hyperventilating, still crying.