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Chapter 2: Along came a Nny

Nny sat through Tyler's description of the rest of the rules of Fight Club. He yawned and rolled his eyes many times, awaiting for the big event to start. The fact that he could not use his weapons was disheartening to say the least, yet he would participate in the fighting circle to find the inner depths of this club. Some part of Nny wanted to walk away from this male empowerment club, and yet there was something about Fight Club, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the charasmatic Durden or the smell of blood and sweat in the air, but something drew Nny to this.

"All right, Craig and the new guy." Durden pointed to the man next to him and then pointed at Nny and motioned for them to enter the ring. "Try not to get too beat up Goth boy, I hate having to make up excuses to the ambulances."

Nny cringed slightly and looked at the large man he was about to fight. The large man smiled, taking off his shirt and cracking his knuckles, getting ready to fight. Nny looked at the man and then looked at Durden. The homicidal maniac raised his hand with a strange look on his face.

"What? What is it?" Durden asked, looking at Nny.

"Do I have to uhhhhh take off my shirt?" The crowd burst out into laughter at Nny's question.

"HAHAHA! Leave it on if you want, but one should remember you shouldn't be embarassed about how you looks depending on how society thinks of you. You are not your fucking khakis. The Calvin Klein men are not the uber race that we should all aspire to be. So take off your shirt and get in the fucking circle."

"..... No. No its not that." Nny said, scratching the back of his head. "It's more....well...don't you think a bunch of grown shirtless men, groping at each other in a crowded room of other disorderly men is sort of...well....portraying homosexual tendencies that have gone unfulfilled in their lives...?"

The crowd stopped immediately, all having astonished looks on their faces. They then began to back away from each other, afraid Nny's words were true.

"....Heh....hehe....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Durden began to laugh so loudly and histarically that the crowd became even more frightened. "Ahhhhh. Goth boy, you're a card to say the least. Now get in there."

Nny walked past the surrounding men and entered the circle. He smiled as he looked at his opponent, glaring back at him. Johnny had taken down enough full grown idiots to know that he had a nice chance of winning so he confidently began to strut around the circle, taking jabs at the large man. As Nny kept show boating, he did not see the fist of his opponent flying at his face. As it connected, Nny realized something, he was not a strong man. All the people he had taken down, he had killed with a knife, syringe, or electrocuted them with a tiny machine. He had gotten into one fight in his life and it wasn't even a fight, it was a beating by his would-be girlfriend, Devi. He had gotten his ass handed to him by a girl and his weak little body surely could not sustain a blow from a full grown, muscular man.

"AAAAAKKKK!" Nny's head fell to the ground with a sickening 'thud'. He spit out a tooth or two and was barely able to hold conciousness as he got up to his feet. He looked back at his opponent who was ready to throw another blow. Nny futily put up his hands in front of his face for defense, but were slapped away by the large fists. Nny fell to the ground with the next blow, causing a large amount of blood to shoot out of his mouth.

"You had enough, Goth Boy?" The man asked, looking at the downed Nny.

"Yeah...heh...Think I've had enough." Nny wiped the blood off his face and tried to not lose conciousness.

"Well that was an experience to remember, eh new kid?" Durden lit up a cigarette and placed on his yellowish glasses. The large man helped Nny up, much to Johnny's suprise, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You need to work out a little more kid. Get some meat on your bones then bring it into the circle."

"I'll keep that in mind. Can I put on my jacket and my shirt back on, its a tad drafty in this dank, dark pit." Nny walked away from the large man and put on his clothes. Picking up his numerous amounts of weapons in the corner, he strapped them into his jacket and walked to the door.

"Where are you going kid?" Durden asked, puffing on his cigarrete.

"Home. I sort of don't want to get my ass kicked anymore."

"Really? And why would that be Johnny?" Nny stopped in his tracks and looked back at Durden, now smiling.

"You...know my name?"

"Of course I do Johnny or Johnny the homicidal maniac as I like to call you. I have connections that you couldn't even begin to fathom. Finding some of my members missing or appearing in the sewer in pieces makes me a little worried. So I had some of my guys put tabs on the man responsible, i.e. you, and found out enough about you to spark my interest."

"Great?"

"Hehehehe. You make me laugh kid, I like that. Come on, I'll buy you a beer."

"I don't drink."

"Of course you don't and all the better for you. It's good to be above such things as alcohol and cigarettes, they poison the body of society anyway."

"Right." Nny said as the two of them walked out of the basement and into the bar section.

An hour later.....

"GET OUDDA TOWN!" Nny said, obviously drunk. Durden had coaxed him into having a beer after five minutes at the bar and the trap had been sprung. Nny had drunk beer after beer and had nearly drunk his own weight in alcohol at this point.

"No 's true." Durden replied, also drunk. "My vision fo the world 's everybody in a city, plowing fields through the granite streets, in matching leather jumpsuits. It's very fasciinnaating."

"Hmmmmm.... I sort of have a vision like that, except I'm there killing people who give me the stink eye."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Durden laughed. "Johnny, I think your a prime candidate for a tiny project of mine."

"What would that be ole buddy ole pal?" Nny asked almost falling face first on the bar table.

"It's called Project Mayhem." Durden handed Nny a crumpled up piece of paper with an address written on it. "Go to this address tomorrow. Wear whatever you want and get plenty of sleep tonight, you'll need it." Durden patted Nny on the shoulder and walked back down to the basement.

"Huh." Nny stumbled to his feet and walked out of the bar.

Later that night......

"Good night Craig. Good fight tonight." A man patted the large man, Craig, on the back.

"Thanks man, see you next week." The opponent of Nny earlier that night replied. He took out his car keys, walked up to the side of his blue chevy and opened up his door. He sat down on his comfortable leather chair and started up his car as he adjusted his mirrors. A terrifying look came to his face as noticed a large knife shining in the back of his car, reflecting off the mirror. Before the large man could jump out, a wire pulled against his throat, cutting off the circulation.

"Hello there." Nny said, pulling the wire even tighter around Craig's neck.

"Aaakk."

"That's a common response for a man in your situation. I was going to let the whole fight thing slide cause you were so nice to me at the end of it. But you see Craigy..." Nny put his head right next to Craig's and whispered into his ear. "Nobody fucking does that to me. NOBODY FUCKING TOUCHES ME!"

Nny pulled back on the wire as hard as he could, cutting through Craig's flesh, making his head fly straight off into his lap. A sick smile came upon Nny's face as he exited the car and placed the knife and wire back into his coat.

"Que Sera Sera." Nny sang as he jumped through the parking lot with glee. "WHATEVER WILL BE WILL BE! THE WORLD IS NOT OURS TO SEE! Que Sera Sera!"

End Chapter 2