-No More Mister Nice David-
"Children...Max has been kidnapped."
Gwen hated breaking the bad news to his friends, but the look on David's face was the worst.
The man was angry.
She had never seen him angry before.
"I'll find him Gwen, don't you worry."
He promised, a certain frost in his voice that promised only violence.
"We should let the Police handle this, don't you think?"
Neil spoke up, but was quickly silenced as David's head whipped towards him with a sickening CRACK!
"No...no cops."
David spoke softly, before turning and striding down the street.
Gwen wrung her hands in despair, what was she supposed to do with the kids now?
"Back to camp."
Luckily the Quartermaster was still in the tank and had popped up to give his unique brand of advice.
"Right...let's head back kids, everyone on the tank."
Gwen cast a worried look around.
"I hope you know what you're doing David."
She clambered on the tank beside Nikki, who was crying.
"Don't worry Nikki, David will find Max."
David headed into the hardware store first.
He went to the section that stocked a variety of axes.
He selected one that was light enough to throw if he had to, easily slinging it over his shoulder.
Next stop was the knife counter.
He picked an eight inch blade that looked like it could stop a bear.
Ignoring the look that the friendly shop-keeper gave him, he slipped the deadly weapon into his pocket.
"Here's a hundred, keep the change."
David tossed a crisp bill on the counter, striding from the store back onto the deserted street.
"Where are you Daniel?"
He questioned the emptyness, looking both ways before crossing the street.
Muffin Tops was a nudie joint that reeked of stale beer and sin.
Just the kind of place a psychopath like Daniel would hang out.
He reared a leg back and kicked in the doors, spilling sunlight into a place that rarely saw it.
The bouncer slipped off his stool to challenge him, the man standing at least a full head taller then David himself.
David stopped him cold with a glare, gesturing with his axe.
"Did someone wearing all white that looks like me come in here?"
The dancer that was shaking her rump up on the stage was the one who answered him.
"Yeah hun, he's in the bathroom."
David twirled his axe once, setting it at his side as he took a seat in a handy chair.
"I'll wait, can I get a non-alchoholic beer please?"
About five minutes later Daniel stumbled from the restroom, the upper half of his white outfit had been stained red, there was a t-shirt tied around his neck.
"Damn kid bit me..."
He stopped cold when his eyes took in David sipping a beer not ten feet from him.
"You...!"
Daniel moved to draw the jagged knife from his back pocket, but David was far quicker.
His axe crashed into Daniel's chest with all the force of a meteor thrown by an angry god.
The cultist collapsed in a bloody heap.
"Pity, that didn't kill you."
David quipped, kneeling down to inspect the axe, which hadn't hit Daniel with the bladed end.
"Now, where's Max?"