D-day
Chapter 2
Today's going to be an awful day. No, it's not my opinion, people from the time said in media like journalists or the TV news.
An adult regularly experiences days each time shorter, someone like me can still adore the time's duration. Ok, so today's sunshine elapsed as a lightning bolt. Some people had a strange sensitivity of a bad event happening sometime around the 24 hours of the day. Of course, everyone's in hurry or calming to distract themselves with an affair that won't affect them at all. Or so?
It was a nice Saturday, August for sure, outside was lonely and not so many public was paying attention to their surroundings, vexing about what they should do next.
But, what if someone didn't have any nice plans for the day? Most of you may be doing homework, hanging out with your family or at least laying on bed after a busy week.
The problem's that Murdoc and Cohen got a lot of free time -before sustaining the consequences- to do whatever they were thinking about... Drinking coffee.
- I'd prefer a Russian coffee*, please –Cohen "gently" said to the waitress.
- Excuse me, sir, but those drinks aren't available in the course of these hours. You can order coffee milk, ins-
- Hey –Murdoc interrupted what the old woman was saying- if you give us two of those... -he put his hand in his jacket's pockets, handling a couple of bills and coins. He slowly showed them to the waitress, who stared at them for a few moments, and later, disclaiming with her head.
- No, I'm sorry, sir. The only way to get them is to bring a special permission, indicating that you're responsible for the drink's results.
- Here is it –Cohen handed a small-sized card that was exactly the one the old woman was talking about.
-Oh... Alright –the waitress took the card, she looked at the piece of paper for a small number of seconds in silence- Ok. Coming right up.
As the waitress walked away, Murdoc turned his head to see his friend, who was smiling as if he was a winner.
- Then, how old a'e yew? –Murdoc asked confused.
- Not gonna tell you, mate –Cohen grinned, crossing his arms.
- Yew told me yew don't drink -Murdoc, reflecting about his friend, couldn't believe he did a minor lie besides... Can't tell it now.
- Heh. It was only for you to surprise about it –most of Cohen's school partners used to drink and smoke a lot since a young age, he, on the other hand, kept the promise to not overuse of those.
The old woman attained the table after a few minutes, with the beverages on her hands. She stared at the two guys; she wide opened her eyes as if saying she was warning them about their choice. She raised a finger pointing at both. Murdoc frowned his mouth, rejecting the woman's advice and turned his sight again to Cohen.
Bad thing's Cohen, being even younger than him, already had at least one permission inside his wallet.
Murdoc, as well feeling old, sensed about being belated in major needs for adulthood. He called him a "freshman" last time, for other purposes, Cohen seemed more prepared than Murdoc sometimes. Murdoc shook his head to throw away those thoughts.
Both enjoyed their brews for the evening, Cohen practiced one of his first times drinking alcohol, the taste was kind of revolting, but he would get used to it. As for Murdoc, he always knew the flavor from many years ago, once again, that yellowish (or in any other color) liquid pleased his long tongue.
Unluckily, they ordered twice, the servers accidentally poured an extra amount of the dangerous substance without noticing it (one of them was watching the Football game, trembling his hands as the next goal was accomplished. He screamed loudly and did what I said).
Murdoc and Cohen, in no time, smashed their heads above the table they were sitting at; both friends didn't stop bothering the other costumers as making nasty comments about and old man cleaning the floor or laughing at a waiter slipping the plates accidentally (not only drunk people do that, I also do it when I go outside with my family). A waiter approached them, smiling nervously and picking up the empty glasses.
- Um... are you two OK? –the waiter asked while pocking Murdoc's head.
Cohen muffled, he was hid his ruined face from the rest of the world with his arms, placing them on the table.
- M-my meightss jast sleep-p-y –golly, I'll never drink in my life- Cahins fine as-
- Sir, you're scaring the costumers –the waiter twirled at a family, two kids stared at the adult fuzzily as their parents tried to cover their ears.
- Shat ya nooooice –Murdoc shattered the wooden furniture tilting his head, his face marked his facial expressions even more than when he was usual, Murdoc has been used to alcohol, this wasn't the hardest time. His cheeks flushed for the blood's traveling to the face, eye bags had no time to come back and his tongue was going crazy anew. Murdoc didn't stop licking his sharp teeth, giving chills to the other people at the local.
Finally, the waiter took a decision.
- Sir, I need you to get out of here –the waiter pulled both chairs and smacked Murdoc's back.
- Eh? Wot. Da ya wanna fi-fight? Eh, punk? –Murdoc stood up and posed his arms as if a combat was coming.
Cohen heard Murdoc's dialogue; he still had the alcohol's effect on the organism, nothing was going back to normal, Cohen outstretched his head. A lady walking by fainted as she saw Cohen's expression. Even Murdoc hesitated at him.
Cohen tossed his eye leaving it as a full white, his teeth was getting dirtier but wasn't seen for closing his lips as a duck kiss, he lopsided the head downwards displaying his dewlap at the public.
- Wots up, Mud? –he asked in a loud voice.
- Get a sgry, ya toad –Murdoc said, still drunk.
- Alright, that's enough –the waiter punched Murdoc's face, letting him fall to the floor- GET YOUR UGLY FACED FRIEND OUT OF HERE!
No one cared about the event, each person kept talking as if nothing happened.
Murdoc stood up and balanced himself to not drop again, in small steps, he collided to a wall. He was cut down again.
- Ys da so much blood in ma acol sytm? –Murdoc was too pissed off to come with new jokes.
Cohen laughed heavily as the waiter clutched his shoulders; he hauled him outside the place pushing him from the door.
- As for you...
The waiter pulled his legs to then drag him at the street's corner. Suddenly, Murdoc stood up and grabbed a glass from another board; a man caught his attention by shouting.
- Hey! That was mine!
- SHUT YA NOICE –Murdoc handed a bunch of coins and threw them at the man's plate.
The waiter punched him another time in the face to leave him unconscious. He strapped the greenish man through the door as his younger friend.
Murdoc touched the ground to know he was outside. The air was calm and not many people were walking out there to restore him from the razzle. He still felt weary of course, but being drunk won't last so long.
Alcohol has always been one of his only real friends from stages like adolescence. Whenever he sensed the need of solace or a companion, the useful and inanimate liquid gave the solution to his problems. Mostly in the adult age, he had other reasons for drinking it, not so many conflicts were in his life, but he normally used it for fun and attraction.
- Hey mate –Murdoc turned his head at the other side to see Cohen sitting with his extended legs beyond a wall, motionless and losing his gaze- I proms I won't dik agin- he erupted loudly making Murdoc feel disgusted for something much lesser gross as Murdoc as himself.
Cohen didn't execute his promise. Not related to the liquid that can leave you poor, but still dangerous.
Four hours later, Murdoc could drive again, the effect only worked exactly for two hours. Thirsty, Murdoc went to a self-service store to buy some water. He noticed night was about to come, it was around 6 PM but the clouds ran away from the sky, that was turning into a purple cardboard looking. Night's young, he tough, anyway, he needed to take a break from the wasted time at the restaurant.
Before finishing his purchase, he opened a fridge door contending water bottles. He took one, as a black can fell from its stand. Murdoc didn't care about it as anyone, but a teenage boy loomed from an aisle, he picked up the can and gave it to the brunette man.
- Excuse me, I think this is yours –the teenager said. Murdoc didn't thank the boy, instead, he stared at the container for a while.
Red Bull, he heard stories of this drink many times. Not recommendable for children or youth people... Youth people. He wasn't so youth at all! (Nyeh. Ok, no).
He continuously wanted to taste the flavor in his palate, maybe having it similar to beer or vodka, he never had the sensitivity inside his mouth. Ten years ago, most of his friends had qualified the beverage at least once when it came out for selling, he couldn't decide... Wait, it was just a can, a simple silver-colored can with lots of sugar mixed in. No need to drink that, no one could compel him to do what he wanted.
No! The verdicts! Please not another major problem like the one from hours ago. What if he-
He didn't think twice, he just seized the damn can for once and paid. He took another one for his friend.
Murdoc and Cohen drank them for the first time in their lives, wanting more, their bodies started shaking and their minds blew up. No need to explain everything, if you ever had the experience, you'll know what would happen.
As I told you in the first chapter, Murdoc had four possible plans for getting the musical instruments from the store he visited. The fourth one, plan D, was about crashing the walls with his car, then getting in and take as much they could and later run away.
As the energy didn't escape from their bodies, they both wore their balaclava helmets and parked the car meters away from the store. Without concerning, Cohen indicated with his thumb that the path was clear and ready for the act.
-Wait, we still need soundtrack! –Cohen commented as he turned on the radio. Murdoc though his idea was stupid, but he allowed him to do it as staying quite. The moment would go perfect with a song, obviously related to action.
Murdoc waited a few seconds before stepping on the accelerator.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there
The lyrics were about a dark environment and nightmares. Cohen changed the station again.
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic.
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere.
Imagination, that is your creation.
- A LOT LESS! JUST DO IT FOR ONCE! –Murdoc yelled in despair.
Cohen stopped his hand when he found the melody according to the event.
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
But I'm gonna set it straight, this watergate
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here
Because your crystal bal ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit backand wonder why
I got this ******* thorn in my side
Oh my, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all it's a sabotage
- GET YOUR BUTT READY! –Murdoc shouted excited.
He pushed the throttle pedal as fast as he could. The men didn't wear any seatbelts, this was one of the riskiest things they could have ever done. A small ramp helped them jump at a 77/mph speed.
The adrenalin blooming through their veins, their eyes could almost pop out for the force the car was getting from the obstacle. None of this avoided the men from feeling younger and free, perspiration on the skin and goosebumps invaded the organism. Emotions partying between each other, they couldn't think which of them was leading their minds at the moment, maybe joy for the thrill, or fear because of the high elevation. None of them mattered, the event was going on and nothing would ruin it. Smiles attacked their mouth as the show went on.
The glass front door broke in pieces of many sizes, no time passed as the car shunts on the floor. The walls were squandered, bricks tumbling and dust spreading in the wind.
They were closing their eyes during the climax, as they opened them, the beams frowned when they saw the big disaster. Murdoc accomplished his plan, not exactly the way he wanted to, but at least did it.
- Dude, that was unbelievable! –Cohen shouted, Murdoc ignored him.
The windows revealed a the disaster as a full landscape. Cohen ran away to pick as much as he could, Murdoc stayed sitting for a moment. Was this a good idea? How much did he drank? Alcohol and excessive sugar aren't a decent combination in my opinion.
He opened the door to follow his friend, but an ensemble of wailing hesitated his thinking.
A male voice announcing a person was hurt, Murdoc carefully walked in tiny steps to look at who was making those noises. He surveyed something (I mean, "someone") who startle him instantly.
A young man, smiling sarcastically as he twitched his left eye. First thing that called his courtesy was his.. Blue hair? He recognized him as the young man who attended him three days ago. Second, he couldn't believe it. He has harmed many other people before, but none of them was compared to this tragedy:
The young man was laying under the vehicle, on the floor, lots of blood dropping from a giant black whole replacing his right eye, the red liquid delivered near the car half of his body was under.
That frightening picture still remains inside his memories at the day.
- Hey Niccals, aren't you coming? –Cohen asked from the other corner.
His squinting sight didn't let him escape from the men who arrived shortly after the indident.
- We're screwed, Wright.
* Russian coffee contains liquor