Disclaimer: I did not make Sin City, or the Characters. They respectfully belong to Frank Miller and Dark Horse comics. Also, any characters I come up with that aren't mentioned in any of the comics, you can guess are mine.
Sin City
Dirt White Lies
Chapter Ten: Ghosts,
Gals and Goliaths
The club music is pounding in my ears, kids these days, its not like they can't listen to the song, they got to let every person on the damn block to hear it too. I shake my head and worm my way through the crowd. I have the .45 in my jacket pocket. I broke the Bouncer's jaw just to get in; I doubt he'll be able to tell any police what I look like, not that it matters. I feel someone bump into me and try to grab my wallet, I spin the punk around and throw a punch into his face and knock him on his back. I take my wallet and kick him in the balls just to keep him down.
I shake my and try to get some focus, the damn music is throwing me off, when I find this new gun that Renveau's got I'm going to grind his face off with a car.
"Son of a bitch fucked him up!"
Oh great, he brought a fucking army of idiots. Don't kill them, I tell myself and I turn around. I feel a baseball bat hit my temple and my vision goes white for a second and I smile because that god damn music just left my head. My vision goes dull grey and back to the darkened night club and I forget what I told myself, killing a fucker with a Baseball bat was on my to do list now. I get up, he swings and I jump back, it clips my jacket and knocks the damn gun out of my coat. I lower my head as I jump at him, I roll between his legs and mule kick him in the back. He falls on his face; I grab the bat off the floor and rise up. I see the barrel of my pistol and swing like a maniac. The bullet blows the bat in half in an explosion of wood splinters and screams. Everyone starts hauling ass and I know this isn't going to end well, god damn kids. I take the busted bat and break it off at the handle over the guys head after he realized I just blocked the .45 bullet.
The chair knocks me sideways; I turn around and get clipped by the chair again, this time in the face. I spin and hit the floor on my stomach, the gun is within arms reach, I roll on my back and shoot as he tries to coup de grace on my head. The bullet punctures the chair and blows him off his feet. I put the gun away and look at the three of them lying on the floor and shake my head. All because of a fucking wallet, I mutter silently.
I step over the one with a bullet in his chest and a chair over his face, the music was still pumping. I ripped my gun out and fired blowing the speakers away one at a time and lower the smoking barrel. Finally some fuck-. The blazing hot bullet tears through my shoulder and throws me sideways. I almost scream in terror, a ghost looks me dead in the eye.
I knock back Tequila and belch; I taste a bit of bile on the back of my tongue and swallow to get rid of it.
"Damn Frey, you need tah cut down sugar." Shelley replied.
"Well, when you see what I've seen Shell, you tell me to cut down." I replied.
The bodies were still hanging in front of my face. I order another shot of Tequila, I'm not surprised that the Bar Tender cuts me off. The door opens up and I look over, some shoves the bouncer into the seat, his face has been smacked around. They're dressed in suits and they got bulges in their pocket.
"'Ey, what's all the ruckus?" The Bartender answers looking over at them.
"We're looking for Freya Goldwyn." They reply, "Renveau sent us. Now which one of you losers has seen her?"
No one says anything, they know better then to say anything, it's a matter of time before they find me. Nancy stops dancing after realizing the situation. They've got everyone's attention.
"Someone tell me where she is." One said pulling out a gun.
Fuck, it's a no win situation. I stand up; they hold out a picture, squint and look at me. They walk on over and grab me by the wrist and squeeze, It doesn't hurt, he thinks it does. Something strikes me and I smile.
"What's the joke bitch?" He asked.
A hand the size of a cinder block lands on his shoulder, it's connected to a tree trunk which is connected to a 7 foot walking vending machine. His eyes are narrowed and he's good and pissed. The guy looks up in terror and drops the gun.
"That's one damn fine coat you're wearing." Marv says plainly, "Freya, you go sit down while I straighten these fellas out and give them a good talking to."
What he's really saying is that he's going to take them outside and give them a reason to believe in god while he puts them through a couple of walls. Kadie's always was my kind of joint.
I go back to my stool, Nancy goes back to Dancing, and Shelley goes back to giving out drinks. The bar is like the world, it doesn't worry about a couple of fucks ruining its mood and it's got the 7 foot Goliath outside giving a human the worst beating of its life. I smile and think about DJ and that rough sex he's going to give me when this is all over with. I can tell he wants me and I want him equally, if he doesn't know that, I'll show him.
The white light bleeds out of my eyes and I'm lying on the floor. The ghost looks down at me, my breath has stopped and I wonder if I'm dead. He smiles at what he thinks is my corpse and walks away.
Marty… you fucking bastard…