Ganymede, Cretun, downtown, 24th Street, The Jigen Haku; the exact location of the man, "Vicious". Drooping eyes looked slowly up at the being that broke his silence. "...what...?" "Uh-the...the men are in position." "...call that off." "W-what, sir?!" "Call it off." "But Sir, we've been waiting for—" "Call.It.Off." "Why?" "Because I don't feel like going through with it." "..." "Leave me. Now" "Yes, sir."
The aging soldier sighed, staring hard at the wooden counter ahead of him. On it rested an eighteen ounce bottle of vodka, along with a cup full to the brim with sugar. Whenever he ordered, the bartend would cringe. Hey though, old habits die hard, and go screaming. For instance, he still slept with a gun beside his bed. Even though countless men guarded his room at will.
Impatiently slapping a fifty bill on the reflective wood, he pushed himself out the door. Rain. Perfect. 'Vicious' slowly made his way to the closest awning, each of his steps echoing on the wet ground and splitting through his skull. Oh yes, he had a migraine, and you could bet the first person to step in his way would get a bullet to the head.
It wasn't that he was unsocial or cranky, he just hated emotion. Emotion was a weakness, in any way, shape, or form. Such had been taught by his father, brothers, and closest friends. Moving a cold hand to brush the hair off and out of his face, he stopped. He'd figured it out, why he felt this way.
People throw themselves into oblivion everyday, why? They felt alive. It must mean that when you feel alive, the only thing you can think about is stopping that feeling. Skydivers, daredevils...adrenaline doesn't make you feel alive, it only gives a cheap fake. That's why you only feel alive when you're on the verge of death.
He gazed at the wall behind his back. Looky there, from one bar to another.
TBC
Next chapter will be in Spike's POV, it may take a while to be written, as Soza (me) is going through some Writer's Block. Muraka-ai (my muse) is trying to con Soza into letting him write the finale, our arguments include marshmallows, aero bars, DDR mats, and surprisingly, cats. That means that he may or may not end up writing it. .. Adieu.