“Excuse me but is this the place where I can get a drink?” ask a tall man garbed in what seemed totally black long coat.
“Huh? You must be the new guy. The name’s Mitch” explained a man grabbed in a bar tender’s get up. The man named Mitch was standing behind that of a bar with many different assortments of items ranging from simple bags of chips to high class saki to cheap chocolates all around the counter and behind the counter. The tall man in the black long coat quickly took a seat and the man named Mitch spoke again. “So what’ll it be?”
“Alcohol, strongest you got” replied the man.
“So that’s your poison, eh? Well here you go a glass of Strong Armed Devil; if it doesn’t knock you on your ass then you’ll find yourself with a massive hang over. Either way it’s the strongest stuff we got, alcohol wise” Mitch explained setting down a tall glass of deep crimson liquid onto the counter before sliding it down the counter to the man.
“Thanks...” the man replies a bit annoyed.
“I know that tone. Something you wanna talk about it?” immediately the man in the long coat gave Mitch a death stare. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you mad.” The long coat man simply looked back at his glass and took a large sip.
…
After several drinks the long coated man decided to remove his long coat, revealing several slash marks that had turned into scars. By the look of it, a kitchen knife had been used against the man, although very clumsily as none of the slashes looked very deep.
“My my, you must have been through a lot. I’ve only seen one other person with scars like that and I believe that was-“the former long coated man cut Mitch off.
“I don’t really care.” The man exclaimed in a groan of annoyance as he began to rub the two temples on above his eyes.
“Sorry…” Mitch apologized as he grabbed another bottle of Strong Arm only for the former long coated man to stop him.
“That’s enough Alcohol for now. I’d like something to eat, maybe something sweet.” The man explained sliding his glass two inches from where it originally sat.
“Coming right up, do you want anything special?” Mitch asked to which the man gave a small shrug along with a joking smirk.
“Surprise me” the man said in a sincere almost sarcastic tone.
“Got’cha, one sweat surprise coming up” Mitch explained turning around and crouching down to face a hidden mini-fridge.
…
A few minutes later Mitch stands back up and in his hand was that of a cherry topped vanilla sundae.
“Whelp here you go, bon appétit” Mitch explains, placing the sundae in front of the man and then hands him a spoon.
“Heh you don’t disappoint.” The man exclaimed with a small chuckle as he took the spoon in hand only to be stopped moments before he could dig into his sundae.
“Before you eat, answer me this. What’s your name?” Mitch asked politely?
“Grr…fine” the man groaned reluctant to talk about himself. “My name is Alex.”
“Alexander?” Mitch asked.
“Call me Alex!” the man growled as if he were a vicious animal.
“Okay, Alex. Enjoy your sundae” Mitch explained, taking Alex’s empty glass in hand, and he walked off.
…
About an hour later the man named Alex had already finished his sundae and was about to dig into another when someone new entered the bar.
“Yo! It’s me and the boys! Get us some drinks bartender “called a very loud voice as three large and very strongly built men entered the bar. Two of the men were just normal prisoners; the only difference was a different skin tone. However the other man even more built than other two, and he seemed the type to be more muscle than brawn. However the man named Alex didn’t acknowledge their approach as the three man took a seat at the bar, the largest and bulkiest man sitting directly beside Alex.
“Yo what the fuck is that shit? Yo bartender who the hell told you to serve this shit” the man screamed, intentionally screaming in the man named Alex’s face. Alex simply ignored the annoying man and continued to eat his sundae only for the annoying man to knock the spoonful of ice cream out of his hand. “Yo nigga I’m talkin to ya!”The man screamed as if he was the blackest gangster from the boondocks where in actuality the man was quiet white.
“…” Alex didn’t reply and simply stood up to retrieve his spoon which had fallen to the floor.
“Damn it fucker don’t ignore me!” screamed the man before he suddenly grabbed Alex by the head and slammed him into the counter. “Now look at me! Look me in the eye nigga!” The man turned Alex’s head so that he could face him only to see Alex with a look that terrified the man “You son of a bitch! Don’t look at me like that!” the man screamed before throw a huge punch only for Alex to catch him mid-punch.
“…” Alex stood up, his hand gripping the man’s arm like a vice, as he stared the man.
“GAH! Let me go nigga! Let go” the man screamed only for Alex to increase his grip.
*snap*
“AHHHH” the man screamed as the joint in his arm where his arm met his hand snapped way out of place.
“Nigger? Is that what you called me?” Alex finally spoke, his tone so threatening that it made the other two men at the counter besides the bar tender, run away in fear.
“Get back here you god damn f-“
*SLAM!*
“Look at me! Do I even look even the slightest bit tan or dark skinned?” Alex growled his voice growing even angrier as he pulled the man’s face back up from the counter.
“What you talkin bout-“
“SHUT UP!” Alex screamed slamming the man’s face once more into the table.
*slam!* *SLAM!* *SLAM!*
“Answer the question you piece of white trash!” Alex demanded, placing a death grip on the man’s throat.
“N-no nig…uh I mean man.” The man screamed and suddenly was released, falling on his backside. “*cough, cough* you *cough* crazy son of a *cough* bitch” the man coughed trying to regain his balance as Alex walk back towards where he put his long coat.
*Vroom, vroom* the sound of a chainsaw entered the man’s ears and he immediately pissed his pants in response. Alex quickly turned around; in his hand were what appeared to be two overly wide swords.
“Let me ask you a question White Trash…” Alex began walking forward, swords in hand.
“Stay away from me man!” the man pleaded. “Help me!” he pleaded to the bartender.
*VROOM! VROOM!* the sound again and it was coming from Alex’s wide swords.
“Oh shit! You’re that fucker who killed his entire family with a chainsaw! Oh shit man! Look I’m sorry! Spare me please. I’m begging you” the man pleaded, tears streaming down his face, hands in a praying position as Alex came closer with his mini-chainsaws.
“…did you ever have any siblings?” Alex asked looking like the grim fucking reaper in the man’s eyes.
“Oh god please, I don’t want to die” the man prayed while trying to crawl away.
“There is no such thing as god or the devil! Now answer the question” Alex demanded grabbing the man by the leg. “Did you or do you not have any siblings?”
“Yes man yes! A little brother and two sisters” the man exclaim.
“How’s about a mother, a father” Alex asked?
“My mom but my dad left us when she gave birth to me” the man cried.
“A pity, I can sympathize” Alex explained in a moment of sympathy before revving his blades one more time. The man’s eyes darted all around the room, looking for some way out, some hope of escape when he spied the bartender once more who was simply cleaning a cup with a rag.
“Bartender! Help me! Call the guards! Call the warden! Call anyone!” the man pleaded. The bartender continued to clean the glass in his hand but did not look up.
“Why should I help someone who doesn’t even know my name” and with that the man’s last thread of hope was severed.
“Um Mike, Micheal, Barry, Rick” the man pleaded but the bartender continued to clean the glass like nothing was happening as Alex brought his blades even closer.
“…” Alex didn’t speak but mouthed something over the sound of his chainsaws.
Tell my sister I said hello…
And then that was it! Alex drove his two chainsaws into the man’s two arms. The man screamed in pure agony as his two arms fell to the ground.
“M-mitch. You’re name’s Mitch” the man yelled.
“Too late” the bartender explained holding up the glass to the light, allowing it to show the man his demented reflection just before Alex carved into the man’s throat, splattering blood all over him and part of the carpet that the two men…well one man and a soon to be corpse, were standing on.
“…and dead” Alex gasped as the man’s horribly severed head and body fell to the floor.
“Good riddance” Mitch exclaimed with emotionless tone of voice.
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