One of the six men left in the bar walks up to me, arrogance and confidence in every step. He starts the usual crap about how I don't know what I have gotten myself into and that it was not too late to walk out. I smirk at him and tell him to take his best shot. I have to admit he surprises me by pulling a gun and firing point black into my chest. It hurts, I won't lie but I have had worse in my life and I simply look him in the eye and sneer at him asking if that was all he had.
The arrogant little shit takes a surprised step back and seems to have forgotten his gun. I take advantage of that and slap it from his hand. He is weak and afraid, stuttering that I'm a monster, a demon all the usual stuff I have heard since I was a child.
Just because I can and mostly because I want to see the horror on his face I pick up his gun, it's a nice little pistol cleaned and shined... I think he's been using it to compensate for the clear lack of dick he has. I smile at him and tell him he's right, then I close my fist over the barrel of the gun and crush it. As I predicted he runs back to the three men he was with and tells them to waste me. I can't help but laugh at that and to prove his folly I grab the biggest guys head, fear rolling off of him and pull. Like a child with a doll his head comes off of his neck, spraying blood across the room.
To my surprise the other two don't back down or cower, yes they are shocked but they seem angry too, I wonder if they would have felt the same if it had been the arrogant assholes head I pulled off, I doubt it I can smell the hatred they bear for him even over their fear and anger.
I grab them both and slam their heads together, cracking their skulls and killing them instantly. I don't have the patience to kill them slowly I want to kill the arrogant fucker that shows no remorse that I have killed his bodyguards. I smirk as I approach, telling him that imp going to kill him slowly and painfully.
I get every killers dream come true... He pisses himself at my words, I aint even made it over to him yet. This is turning out to be a great night for me, I grab the arrogant little shits neck and grin telling him how much I'm going to enjoy killing him and I am. I put my claws onto his forehead and dig them in, blood trailing down his face in small rivers mixing with the tears that he has burst into.
I laugh at him and drag my claws down his face over and over until its unrecognizable and drop him to the floor where I kick him in the ribs, breaking bones and tearing muscle. I keep it up until his heart gives out and he dies at my feet like the piece of shit he was. I lick my lips and look at the three remaining men, one sat alone in the corner kicking out so much fear it's like he wants me to kill him next. The bartender who is staring wide eyed at me and the last man is sat at the bar, hunched over a pint of beer with his back to me. Not a trace of fear in him. I wonder if he is deaf and blind or if he simply doesn't care.
I decide to leave him to last for my slow kill and stalk to the corner where the terrified man sits and pushes his glasses back up his nose and wipes his sweating face, he's begging already, begging me not to kill him or if I'm going to kill him anyway to make it quick and painless. I sneer at him, he's barely worth my time so I grant his wish and crush the delicate bones of his neck with one hand.
I turn to the bartender and smirk at him. I order a bottle of whiskey and with trembling hands he puts one on the bar for me. He tells me there's no charge and I laugh. I open the bottle and drink down the cool, sweet whiskey. I put the cap back on and jump over the bar, trapping the tender in the corner. I smash the bottle over his head and stab him in the gut repeatedly he whimpers and curls upon the ground, I grind the broken shards into his face and bring my heel down on his neck, letting him choke to death on his own blood.