What I Don't Have

[?'s POV]

I pushed open the door, greeted by the smell of alcohol and drunks. I wore a red scarf around my neck, with sand vest and black long sleeve shirt underneath it. A hooded cloak hid my face and rested around me from a mantle, my grey combat boots roused dust from the ground, and my tan pants covered what else that should have been hidden of my slender body. Walking to the bar, I sat down and asked the bartender for a whiskey. As I sat in silence, I came to my senses with a gruff voice.

"Who're you after?" I barely startled, only somewhat dazed after repair.

"Renegade. Black suit. Deadly. That's all I know." I remained motionless, staying quiet among the yelling and laughing the pub contained.

"Really? I'm after the same guy. Them' bounty is real large." I twitched in annoyance.

"He's mine. Only mine. I'm going to bring him back alive and Aspeqt is going to pay me double what they promised, if they want to keep him for torture and information.

"Sorry, what? Are you challenging me?" He got up, and I stood my ground as he lowered his face to level with mine.

"That bounty is fair game. If you want to keep the bounty for yourself, you're gonna have to kill me."

"That can be arranged if you like." My voice became hard, and I glared under my hood at him.

The whiskey landed on the table, and I reached out to grab it.

"Do you want to die?" He brushed my whiskey off the table, shattering it on the floor. "I can kill yeh, if you wanna go."

"Don't provoke me any-" I saw a flash of light as his large hand pulled a knife out of his coat, and he swung down his hand to stab me, but no before my hand flew up to meet his.

The knife impaled itself through my hand, and I grunted.

Grabbing his hand, I began to apply pressure steadily.

"It's your funeral."

I crushed his hand in mine, feeling the bones break and snap in my grasp. The man screamed in pain, and I lifted his massive body up before throwing him across the room.

When he landed, he smashed a table and pushed to get up before I pulled out my Basilisk and fired three shots into his body.

He was motionless.

"Does anyone else challenge me to the bounty?"

There was silence.

"Good. Bartender, get me another whiskey."