OLD BODEGA
Spitfire bullets rattled around the golden pans that spat across the deserted wasteland. Bodega rolled out of his crusted bed fill with crisp cake crumbs, his hand instinctively reaching for his Laz Gun, muscle memory for the years of insomniac sleeping and midnight assassins. Secondly his left hand rummaged around the floor of leftover pizza, decomposing cheese melting into the cracked floorboards boards, desperate for the clinging addictive mega moon vape. Aswell of course for one puff would create a moon sized smoke cloud causing his major distraction and escape route. Puff. Erupting like a Gigultan volcanic bloog, it filled the room and the area a radius of a mile round with smoke."Aaaahhhhhh" Bodega's tired sinking bloodshot pupils enlarged past his eyelids into a red furious bloody messy Pultiananic sun. Uh oh; that wasn't his mega vape, that was his Red Eye Fury Giga Angel Dust Vape. Suddenly Bodega shook and his grinning sliver of evil crept up like a nocturnal desplavian wolf rejoicing in the glare of the moonlight. His body reached a fluid moving despite the cracking bones and he knew from this point running was not a choice, he had run for two long now he was desperate for blood. The Red Eye Fury Giga Angel Dust removed any vision he had left in his sunken eyes but enhanced every other sense including his burning desire for blood, and on the slide gave him the biggest high you get could get in the Gargulatarian Galaxy. A footstep from below and his hand slammed through the wooden floor crashing through splinters and splinters of wood gashing his arm muscles. He reached down and ripped with superhuman strength a distressed looking mercenary covered in a red glow of Bodega's nonexistent sight. With one look of the devil Bodega shredded his large canines into the mercenary's soft flesh, his neck. Blood oozed out and Bodega spat out chunks of porky flesh, his mind shuddered at his open horror, but that part of his mind wasn't in control. His devil was possessing his mind. His dark demons. The demons that occupied his insomniac sleeping.
A gurgling cry ran out of the mercenary's open neck, drowning in the sticky blood that covered the gaping large tear. Bodega dropped the body and dropped down after landing his arthritis filled knees onto the barely alive corpse cracking more of their ribs in the process. His nostrils inhaled and he blocked out the strong smell of blood searching for more flesh to shred, he noticed at this point the salivating tongue that desired for more taste of human or Slavian... or even Distangulan which were the more mercenary species. There! He had it the smell of a larger heavier Distangulan wealding, what was it… Ahhhhhh a Gultonic hip fire shredder meant for destroying skyscrapers. Bodega scrambled over sofas and jumped onto the table reaching up and yet again smashing his ripped up muscle shredded hand through the ceiling grabbing onto the Distangulan's ankle. With one swift move his other hand punched into the floorboards snapping the boards; simultaneously his hand clenching the mercenary's ankle yanked down and already with his heaviness and the broken boards the mercenary crashed through the ceiling and his floor. The mercenary landed onto the table and Bodega kneeled one leg on either side of the body that was whimpering in pain. Bodega's two hands grabbed cutlery( four forks and seven knifes) shovelling them into the mercenary's face. Hawainesser sunglasses stared back at Bodega cracked and shattered into pieces. It was better that way and it hid the devastating disfigurement that Bodega had made into a weary battleground of a face.
Bodega ripped the front door of his shanty house in the middle of nowhere to see four nervous men resting against their hover trucks; surprised they shrieked and pulled out there gultaranian MH-68's. Too late. Bodega's hand moved in a blur loading five Laz Gun shots and firing them in quick succesion… Headshot,headshot,headshot, testical shot for the fun of it and then a fifth final headshot. They dropped like flies hitting the ground without a scream, Bodega stood over the bodies and thought to himself in a pondering face. 'Hmmmmmmm well this is pretty flav' he said to no one in particular and spat a heavy smoky blood filled saliva ball. '...Well ...what do I do now partner' swinging his long metal cane between his fingers.
Quickly Bodega hobbled into his house shuffling up the stairs in pain; somehow during the fight he had managed to produce a long gash across his side. His bruised battered body crawled up to his bedroom slash kitchen slash litteraly anything, the rooms downstairs had been torn apart by Flarving spitnadoes which as legend says were created long ago by the spit giant when he first layed his salivary eyes upon such a hideous mortal being. Bodega stared at himself in the mirror and by god that could easily be him at the moment. His quirky smile had cracked into an old whispery thin gash in his face, his muscles still stood out but now it looked more like starvation then being fit and healthy, even his eyes which once shone so bright and full of passion had submitted into a cold grief like state of mourning for the old days of youthful fun. But more pressing matters intervened in the form of a crippling pain that forced him into a slightly leaning position and he had to step back and fall onto his bed. Bodega snapped off a small kerchunk of healing gyshophere and had to pull his right hand from the wound to shove the spitting and agonizing medicine into his system, directly. The pain had now reached reality with, The Red Eye Fury Giga Angel Dust wearing out after being such a strong sedative for the pain before.
Bodega needed to leave and fast, with his disco valante gone he now had to hitch a ride with someone and with no signuts money or even a scratchlingerous in his pockets there was no other choice. He had to go down to the local pub. The 'PORKLINGZ LAZER SHOTTIE2HOTTIE' with its hideous name and even more hideous managers it had become known for only one thing a cheap pint of garfopatov or a mug of scoffee (space coffee).
To be continued...
The End