Post by justaguy on Jan 27, 2010 22:24:10 GMT -4
Its a quiet little bar. Just a small handful of locals chatting it up with the barkeep. The lights are dim but the country music is loud. Draven prefers the old school stuff but Kenney Chesney will have to do for now. One man sits apart from the locals. His eyes are dark with fatigue and one can easily the toll stress has taken on his face. He sways slightly as he lifts the last of his beer to his lips. He starts to shuffle away when the barkeep comes around in front of him.
Man: Mac, I need to go tell Maggie what is going on.
Mac: Hey, I know Greg but I can't let you drive.
Greg rolls his eyes, and throws his hands in the air.
Greg: I've had exactly three beers. I ain't drunk.
Mac nods and sticks his hand out as his to give a handshake. Greg looks puzzled as he accepts the gesture. When their hands seperate there are five crisp $100 bills in Greg's hand.
Greg: Mac, I can't take this.
Mac: Hey, that ain't charity. This building leaks all over the damn place and I'm too old to get my house ready for the winter. You and your oldest come by on Saturday and do the work and we call it even, deal?
Greg is stunned as Mac smiles warmly at the younger man.
Mac: You and your family are good people. You got dealt a shitty hand when the factory closed. Now go on about your business, do not tell Maggie where you got that money or she will kick my ass. Don't tell my wife either.
Greg shakes the barkeep's hand again before walking out the door. Mac begins to clean off a table when he takes notice of Draven sitting alone in the corner.
Mac: Evenin' stranger.
Draven: Evenin'. That was a classy thing you just did.
Mac shuffles over to Draven with a finger pressed to his lips.
Mac: Appreciated but don't let those money grubbing sumbitches back there here ya. They'll come a beggin'. I can't do much for beggers. Askin' for help is one thing. Begging is summin' else. Get anything for ya?
Draven looks at his near empty bottle and grins.
Draven: Yeah, I could always go for another Bud Light.
Mac: Comin' right up.
Mac shuffles away as Draven smiles and leans his head against the wall. The thoughts of the little boy's unsolved murder race through is mind. He promises himself to not get involed. Just as he does three large men stroll into the bar. One of them, wearing a green turtleneck, draws his pistol and sends the locals out of the bar. Draven remains still and stays in the shadows. The man in the red longsleeve t-shirt singles the third man to the back. The third guy is smaller than the other two but is still bigger than most NFL linebackers. Seconds later he returns shoving Mac in front of him. Also coming from the back is a young woman. John puts her at being around 20. Tears roll down her eyes but she walks straight and proud shoving aside all fear.
Man in Red: Mr. McIntosh, my employer highly suggests you sell this establishment to him at once.
Mac looks up at the man with his eyes full of fear and anger.
Mac: You can tell the Senator he can kiss my ass.
The Man in Green drills Mac sending him to the floor. The third man, who is dressed in a dark blue t-shirt, crushes the old man's glasses with the heel of his boot before spitting on Mac. The Man in Red looks at the girl and licks his lips.
Man In Red: Tell gramps, he should get some protection for his lovely grandaughter. I don't know why boss wants this place it's a fire just wanting to happen. Hell, it could catch tonight if one isn't careful.
The men laugh as the stroll out the bar. Draven watches them turn down the alley towards their hidden vehicle. Once out of sight Draven is quick to his feet and is heading towards the back door.
Girl: Where you going? My grandfather needs help!
Draven: Call an ambulance. I'm gonna go save his bar...tell the EMT's multiple people have been hurt.
Girl: But...
Draven is out the back before she can say anything more.
Outside and around behind the bar Draven is crouched and ready. He can hear the men's heavy footsteps on the gravel. As they walk past Draven uses his Bowie knife the slice the Man In Green's right Achilles. The man let out a blood curdling cry as he crashed to the ground. Draven was quick to spring to his feet. The Man in Blue swings with a slow but powerful right hand that catches Draven under the chin and sends him crashing into the brick wall of the bar. The man swings a kick for Draven's head but hits only the walk. Draven is able to kick the man in the groin. The man doubles over and Draven plunges the knife through the man's throat. Finally, the man in red charges forward but Draven easily side steps him and with a quick flick of the wrist slices the man's left ear off. He falls to the ground as Draven unloads a barrage of kicks into his side. Draven leans down and whispers in his good ear.
Draven: You go back and tell your boss that Mac as hired myself and my associates to protect this bar and his home and his grandaughter. Also tell him that if he just leaves these people the hell alone, I won't fuck up anymore of his people. However, should he continue in this way, well, I am a nice guy compared to my associates. Now get in your car and take your screaming bitch of a friend with ya.
Fast Forward 24 Hours...
Mac’s jaw is still badly swollen. The sign on the door still is set to closed as Mac and his granddaughter set about preparing for the customers. The granddaughter looks up and sees the stranger standing at the doorway. She stomps to the door and rips it open.
Girl: What the fuck are you doing here? Because of you my grandfather is in a world of deep shit!
Draven: Because of me your grandfather is safe as a baby in its mother’s arms. May I come in?
Girl: Fuck off!
From inside Mac shouts at his granddaughter to watch her language and allow the man inside. Draven walks in through the icy glare of the young woman.
Mac: I appreciate what you did mister but Janie is right, those men will come back.
Draven: No they won’t. They think there is a small army of people here to protect you. They will need to do some recon and find out how much man power they will need. In the meantime you need to decide if you want to fight back or if you want to kiss and make nice with them.
Mac: The hell you talking about?
Draven: You want to fight back and protect your granddaughter, I’m the best chance you have got. You wanna try and reason with them, I will make things right by them and let fate decide what happens to you.
Mac: You think you can protect my granddaughter? You are one man. The Senator is just that, a fucking U.S. Senator. He has resources and can crush you.
Draven: Not quite. He is a man of power. He is used to intimidation and fear being his strongest weapons. I can see you are without fear. Thus you, Janie, and myself can stop him
Janie has heard enough and decides she needs to let her voice be heard.
Janie: Just how the hell is that possible. I hate that prick for what he has done to this town and the good people. How can we fight him. He owns the fucking police.
Draven just smiles and turns to face you brash young woman.
Draven: I’ve never had much use for cops. I need your help. You said he has fucked this entire town. Find out who has the balls to fight back and have them met me here in two days. In the meantime lay low. You won’t see me but trust me, I will be watching and doing what I need to do. Then we give the Senator a big fucking problem.
FTB...
Draven: So, only one little piggie has the cajones to speak up thus far. Too bad ol' Marky Mark didn't have much to say. Seems to think I am just a clown. Well, Mark, I do consider myself to be one funny sumbitch. However, I ain't no clown. I am a former Network Champion of Channel Zero. I am the former X-Division champion of the EWC. That's right, the X-Treme champion of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation...and that shit was still too tame for me. So I went back to the streets I fuckin know and love, then I decided to step back in the ring and get paid to raise some Hell. Now, Mark, I am a man who is perfectly willing to maime and destroy anydamn thing, including my own body, to get what I desire. Right now, I have a title shot set in my sights and all that stands in my way are a fucker with a stupid looking picture on his face, a guy with a black belt in To Wong Fu...and you. Heh, just a speedbump more than a roadblock.
Now, as for Streetwalker and Viccie, maybe you are scared, or maybe you are just doing all of us a favor by staying quiet. Either way, keep up the good work and spare yourselves any undue pain and misery.
Now, to the three stooges, this is Alex Draven telling you and yours to... Fuck Off and Die!
Man: Mac, I need to go tell Maggie what is going on.
Mac: Hey, I know Greg but I can't let you drive.
Greg rolls his eyes, and throws his hands in the air.
Greg: I've had exactly three beers. I ain't drunk.
Mac nods and sticks his hand out as his to give a handshake. Greg looks puzzled as he accepts the gesture. When their hands seperate there are five crisp $100 bills in Greg's hand.
Greg: Mac, I can't take this.
Mac: Hey, that ain't charity. This building leaks all over the damn place and I'm too old to get my house ready for the winter. You and your oldest come by on Saturday and do the work and we call it even, deal?
Greg is stunned as Mac smiles warmly at the younger man.
Mac: You and your family are good people. You got dealt a shitty hand when the factory closed. Now go on about your business, do not tell Maggie where you got that money or she will kick my ass. Don't tell my wife either.
Greg shakes the barkeep's hand again before walking out the door. Mac begins to clean off a table when he takes notice of Draven sitting alone in the corner.
Mac: Evenin' stranger.
Draven: Evenin'. That was a classy thing you just did.
Mac shuffles over to Draven with a finger pressed to his lips.
Mac: Appreciated but don't let those money grubbing sumbitches back there here ya. They'll come a beggin'. I can't do much for beggers. Askin' for help is one thing. Begging is summin' else. Get anything for ya?
Draven looks at his near empty bottle and grins.
Draven: Yeah, I could always go for another Bud Light.
Mac: Comin' right up.
Mac shuffles away as Draven smiles and leans his head against the wall. The thoughts of the little boy's unsolved murder race through is mind. He promises himself to not get involed. Just as he does three large men stroll into the bar. One of them, wearing a green turtleneck, draws his pistol and sends the locals out of the bar. Draven remains still and stays in the shadows. The man in the red longsleeve t-shirt singles the third man to the back. The third guy is smaller than the other two but is still bigger than most NFL linebackers. Seconds later he returns shoving Mac in front of him. Also coming from the back is a young woman. John puts her at being around 20. Tears roll down her eyes but she walks straight and proud shoving aside all fear.
Man in Red: Mr. McIntosh, my employer highly suggests you sell this establishment to him at once.
Mac looks up at the man with his eyes full of fear and anger.
Mac: You can tell the Senator he can kiss my ass.
The Man in Green drills Mac sending him to the floor. The third man, who is dressed in a dark blue t-shirt, crushes the old man's glasses with the heel of his boot before spitting on Mac. The Man in Red looks at the girl and licks his lips.
Man In Red: Tell gramps, he should get some protection for his lovely grandaughter. I don't know why boss wants this place it's a fire just wanting to happen. Hell, it could catch tonight if one isn't careful.
The men laugh as the stroll out the bar. Draven watches them turn down the alley towards their hidden vehicle. Once out of sight Draven is quick to his feet and is heading towards the back door.
Girl: Where you going? My grandfather needs help!
Draven: Call an ambulance. I'm gonna go save his bar...tell the EMT's multiple people have been hurt.
Girl: But...
Draven is out the back before she can say anything more.
Outside and around behind the bar Draven is crouched and ready. He can hear the men's heavy footsteps on the gravel. As they walk past Draven uses his Bowie knife the slice the Man In Green's right Achilles. The man let out a blood curdling cry as he crashed to the ground. Draven was quick to spring to his feet. The Man in Blue swings with a slow but powerful right hand that catches Draven under the chin and sends him crashing into the brick wall of the bar. The man swings a kick for Draven's head but hits only the walk. Draven is able to kick the man in the groin. The man doubles over and Draven plunges the knife through the man's throat. Finally, the man in red charges forward but Draven easily side steps him and with a quick flick of the wrist slices the man's left ear off. He falls to the ground as Draven unloads a barrage of kicks into his side. Draven leans down and whispers in his good ear.
Draven: You go back and tell your boss that Mac as hired myself and my associates to protect this bar and his home and his grandaughter. Also tell him that if he just leaves these people the hell alone, I won't fuck up anymore of his people. However, should he continue in this way, well, I am a nice guy compared to my associates. Now get in your car and take your screaming bitch of a friend with ya.
Fast Forward 24 Hours...
Mac’s jaw is still badly swollen. The sign on the door still is set to closed as Mac and his granddaughter set about preparing for the customers. The granddaughter looks up and sees the stranger standing at the doorway. She stomps to the door and rips it open.
Girl: What the fuck are you doing here? Because of you my grandfather is in a world of deep shit!
Draven: Because of me your grandfather is safe as a baby in its mother’s arms. May I come in?
Girl: Fuck off!
From inside Mac shouts at his granddaughter to watch her language and allow the man inside. Draven walks in through the icy glare of the young woman.
Mac: I appreciate what you did mister but Janie is right, those men will come back.
Draven: No they won’t. They think there is a small army of people here to protect you. They will need to do some recon and find out how much man power they will need. In the meantime you need to decide if you want to fight back or if you want to kiss and make nice with them.
Mac: The hell you talking about?
Draven: You want to fight back and protect your granddaughter, I’m the best chance you have got. You wanna try and reason with them, I will make things right by them and let fate decide what happens to you.
Mac: You think you can protect my granddaughter? You are one man. The Senator is just that, a fucking U.S. Senator. He has resources and can crush you.
Draven: Not quite. He is a man of power. He is used to intimidation and fear being his strongest weapons. I can see you are without fear. Thus you, Janie, and myself can stop him
Janie has heard enough and decides she needs to let her voice be heard.
Janie: Just how the hell is that possible. I hate that prick for what he has done to this town and the good people. How can we fight him. He owns the fucking police.
Draven just smiles and turns to face you brash young woman.
Draven: I’ve never had much use for cops. I need your help. You said he has fucked this entire town. Find out who has the balls to fight back and have them met me here in two days. In the meantime lay low. You won’t see me but trust me, I will be watching and doing what I need to do. Then we give the Senator a big fucking problem.
FTB...
Draven: So, only one little piggie has the cajones to speak up thus far. Too bad ol' Marky Mark didn't have much to say. Seems to think I am just a clown. Well, Mark, I do consider myself to be one funny sumbitch. However, I ain't no clown. I am a former Network Champion of Channel Zero. I am the former X-Division champion of the EWC. That's right, the X-Treme champion of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation...and that shit was still too tame for me. So I went back to the streets I fuckin know and love, then I decided to step back in the ring and get paid to raise some Hell. Now, Mark, I am a man who is perfectly willing to maime and destroy anydamn thing, including my own body, to get what I desire. Right now, I have a title shot set in my sights and all that stands in my way are a fucker with a stupid looking picture on his face, a guy with a black belt in To Wong Fu...and you. Heh, just a speedbump more than a roadblock.
Now, as for Streetwalker and Viccie, maybe you are scared, or maybe you are just doing all of us a favor by staying quiet. Either way, keep up the good work and spare yourselves any undue pain and misery.
Now, to the three stooges, this is Alex Draven telling you and yours to... Fuck Off and Die!
