Lame titles are lame.
However xD This is inspired of a small scene of my story called 'Insanity'. There's not so much to say about this actually^^ I lack the concentration to translate that part of the chapter now...
Jack is usually 28/38 in the story. This is his teenager version...
He went to Billy's bar right after finishing his two years long path of killing everyone he knew. It finished with his mother, wich killed his father.
He had nowhere to go after that and actually wanted to kill himself, wich didn't work because of an Alpha-Outlandish blood type xD I won't go in detail about that...you wouldn't understand >_>
Well i gotta give you the original translated part now but shortened and only of that particular scene:
- Jackyl sat down at the bar. People were staring at him from all sites but he ignored them. Something he found out in life is that one of the most evil things you can do to someone is simply ignoring him/her.
The barkeeper, and damn old guy that looked like he has covered a few wars, asked: ' And you, boy? You look like you could need a drink.''
Jack shook his head. 'I'm only here for short. Warming up. It's cold outside.'', he said and kept his voice as silent as possible.
The old guy didn't accept that asnwer and bugged him again: ''Listen to me, boy. I don't want any stress in here yeah? But if you come in and keep other guests from sitting on the bar you have to drink something.''
This old guy started to piss Jack off. He took out his knife and pointed at at the barkeepers face. ''Now listen to me, old man. I could knock out this whole club with only this knife in about 2 minutes. It would be a shame to let all these people die just because i want to sit here for 10 minutes without drinking something!''
He was serious about that and also he knew that everything he said was the truth. But that old guy smiled at him and said: ''I don't know what happened to you, boy. I guess it was something awful. But you won't kill anyone in here. Not even me. Not because i'm dangerous or something. Just because you are actually here to talk and to be with other people. I guess you are alone, maybe you killed the ones you had, i don't know. Oh and i believe you on that. That you can kill all of these i mean. But that isn't why you're here. You're one of the lost souls wandering around between the states, Inner County and the Outlands. Stay for a while longer, we'll talk when the club's closed.''
He turned around to another guy that ordered a full tablet of whiskey glasses.
And Jack stayed.