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Chapter 2: Interview with a Pedophile
The bar greeted us with a dark, smoke filled atmosphere. The room practically leaked stench out the walls. Checking my immediate surroundings, I noticed that nightmare had his good hand holding his nose.
"SMELL BAD!" he growled to me while waving that monstrous hand of his at the smoke.
"Listen buddy." I said dodging a couple of dingy ceiling tiles Nightmare's frantic fanning had knocked down. "You gotta play the tough guy theme in here."
He nodded to me and uncovered his nose. While screwing his face up into a tough guy frown he took great gulps of air in and out of his mouth.
"Oh well," I thought to my self as I went back to searching for traces of Voldo "At least he isn't crying"
Though the room was littered with men playing pool or losing their paychecks to poker, Voldo stood out like a sore thumb. White straps wrapped around his head, covering his eyes, mouth, and looping around his neck. The most disturbing piece however is the purple tank top that Voldo has no shame in displaying. (Oh crap I think I'm gonna be sick) Voldo proudly displayed his purple shorts (Are they shorts or a short skirt, Oh god) Nightmare held me up as I doubled over and let out a couple of dry heaves.
"Alright Nightmare let's get this over with" I said wiping my mouth.
We walked over to where Voldo was enjoying the company of some bar peanuts in a shadowed booth. As we sat down, he opened his arms and gave a curt bow.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh" Voldo's voice was a dry whisper through the bandages "Deeetectivvvve, haaave you commme to seaaaarch meeeee agaaain, I soooooo enjoyyeed it laaaast timme"
I swallow the gorge rising in my throat and force myself to look at the drink that has somehow found its way to our table.
"Listen you sick bastard, I want to know where those kids are."
"Reeelaaax, theeey arre saaafe, I caant hooooweever saay theee ssssame foor you,"
Glancing about quickly, the full weight of what Voldo hissed hit me. A ring of men had formed around our booth. One of the men, holding a rather evil looking pistol, took the Walthier out of my pocket and threw it across the room.
"Yooou sssssseeeeee Kilik, (Uhh God he said my name) I haaave beeeen exxxpectiing youuu"
At this, he stood up and made his way towards a door behind the ring of men. The ring tightened back up and I stood ready for what was about to commence.
"Aaaand Deeetectivvvve" Voldo turned back to look at us. "Dooont wooorry aaaaabout theee kidssssss, Theee cooompaannny aaaand I haaave iiit uuunder cooontroooll."
His laughter echoed until the door slammed shut behind him. I focused my attention back on the problem at hand. One of the men, a biker by the looks of him, pulled a chain from behind his back.
"Alright boys, remember what the boss said, alive if possible." The men laughed at this and pulled all sorts of weapons out.
Nightmare leaped into action throwing a monstrous punch that crushed the skull of a club-wielding thug. I however was not having as easy of time. Beset by two knife-wielding maniacs I found myself backed against a table. The two gang members grinned at each other and stalked towards me with confidence. Things were looking bleak until my hand brushed up against something wooden. I grabbed it and lashed out towards the nearest knife wielder. He cried out in pain as the pool stick smashed against his face. Wasting no time, I spun around and cracked the other one on the temple. He clutched his head and sunk to the floor, just about the time the other one had recovered. Neatly dodging his attack I gave Broke-Nose (Ha ha, man I'm funny) a thump on the back of his head.
Dusting myself off, I noticed Nightmare had all but finished off the rest of the gang. Just when I was about to congratulate him, two more guys burst from behind the bar with Thompson submachine guns. I dove for cover behind a pool table, followed quickly by Nightmare who was using the last remaining thug for a shield.
"Okay if you have a plan say so now," I yelled to Nightmare over the sound of splintering wood and powdering of pool balls.
Nightmare turned to me and began fishing in his pockets, he came back up with the sawed off shotgun. Realizing his straight forward plan, I fished the tiny derringer out of my sock.
"Alright on three," I said nodding to Nightmare who gave me another one of those disturbing thumbs up. "One..........two........"
"FIVE!!" Nightmare screamed leaping to his feet.
I swore and scrambled up after him. Nightmare's first shot caught one of the gunmen in the stomach and split him in half. His second shot however, merely splintered the wall beside the other shooter. I aimed carefully, not wanting to waste my only shot, and fired. The gunman twirled as the Derringer bullet caught him high on his right side. The Thompson gun followed the arc and traced a pattern around the room and on parts of the ceiling. Nightmare hurdled the pool table and, using his shotgun like a primitive club, crushed the gunman's skull.
I decided against following Voldo tonight, and decided to find out more about this "Company" that Voldo had mentioned. Grabbing Nightmare, I headed for the exit. I would need two things to continue this job; One, I was going to need another pistol to replace the one Voldo's goons had taken, and two, I was going to have to find me a rat.
Sorry this chapter was so short and Voldo was so hard to read, but Kilik got his staff and Nightmare, well I guess Nightmare got more souls. Stay tuned next time for "The Rat"