Slowly and carefully he walked in the bar trudging his way through. His face was muddy and also his clothes. His face and body were scarred badly but he acted normal.
"A rum please," He said to the bartender in thick Russian. The bartender stared at him for a moment before nodding. Swiftly and gracefully he sat in the bar stool waiting for his order. He looked around the quiet country side bar. There were only three men including the bartender.
"It is on me," One of the two men said in Russian. He turned around at the man surprised.
After the bartender handed him his drink he slowly got up and sat down with the two strangers.
"Not that I'm not grateful but why buy me a drink?" He asked in Russian also.
"You look like you have been through hell my friend," The two men laughed and he quietly laughed along with it. "You needed something to be lifted off your shoulders."
"Thanks," He responded in a quiet but happy tone," So you two from Russia yeah?"
"No, Poland actually," He tried not to cringe at the response," Visiting my brother who works for Russia's top organization…Hydra Red."
"Same here but I'm from Russia and a scientist," the second man said. "What about you?"
"I am from Poland as far as I know," He took a long sip of his rum. The bartender was quietly listening to the conversation while wiping down the bar. The two men in front of him couldn't be happier to make a new friend.
"What do you do there?"
"Ha I was an experiment for…Hydra Red…and scientist," He laughed and showed the two men the numbers on his arm.
2984257998
"Experiment 298," The man muttered.
He smiled and drank more from his rum, the other two did the same conspicuously. Of course the two strangers were eyeing him nervously. He just had a smug smile on his face. The moment didn't last long when the man closest to him pulled out a knife. On reflex he grabbed the knife and quickly stabbed it in the man's hand.
He shouted in pain and the other man was in shock. The bartender out of nowhere grabbed a gun and aimed it at him.
"You have two options with that gun…either shoot me or shoot yourself. One of them is going to grant you more than death," He said to the bartender but kept his eyes on the man with the knife in his hand. Without hesitance or remorse he pulled the knife out and jabbed it right back in.
The bartender shot him in the head but the bullet just dented and bounced off. He sighed and yanked the knife out of the man's hand and threw it at the bartender's leg," Do you boys know what Experiment 298 was?"
"Experiment 298 was a failed experiment to try and create the perfect weapon," the man cried out.
"Failed?" He laughed.
"A weapon! Not a soldier! Not a spy! A freaking weapon! It became neither…just a monster," The other man said in defense. He cringed at the word. "Something so damn unstable they were afraid it would turn into the Hulk!"
"Tut – tut. They took it apart! They cleaned it, erased it from existence! Making a clean fucking slate! Once they restarted, they rearranged it! Turned into something it never wanted to become!" He growled. Once he collected himself he got up and walked toward the crying bartender. He bent down and grabbed the gun off the floor while he did so the second man tried to run out the bar. Without turning around he shot the second man in the back, paralyzing him.
"Have either of you men heard about the Angel in Hell?" He asked and all three men shook their heads. "An Angel of Light, Yin, Peace, Freedom, Justice, and everything good. This Angel represented the light that shone down on America. This Angel was special to the All High and Mighty. One day the Angel was tricked and betrayed and in the process its wings were broken. Soon enough the tricksters revealed themselves to be the demons of hell and there he was dragged. The Angel was corrupted. It was destroyed. It was wiped clean until nothing was there. Over the years he was remade. Remade into the purest form of darkness…of everything bad in the world. Ha you know what the Angel did?... He killed the Devil and took his place. The new hell. The story of the Angel dragged down to hell."
He laughed and took a sip of rum.
"Who the hell are you?!"
He looked at the man practically crying over his hand and the other who tried to crawl out the door.
"Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster," He muttered before he started to drag the bartender out of the bar. On his way out the bar he shot the man with the injured hand in the face.
"I am looking for my creator."
On his way out the door he paused and looked at the now paralyzed and wheezing man. Holding the gun up to the man's face he said one more thing," And. I. Am. Pissed."
The Dark Avenger shot the man five times before dragging the screaming bartender out the door of the bar.
THE END?
NOPE
~DARK AVENGER ~