So should I punch? Or should I kick?
"Well, either one works. I think the kick requires less effort. Well, A for result and F for effort. Whatever." someone else's voice was heard on the other side of the door. Soon the door comes crashing inside the bar.
*CRASH*
"Cheap materials..." a cold, murderous voice was heard.
The door flies to the other side of the club. Standing there was a mysterious figure. Around him was a mysterious enticing aura. My eyes fall off of my socket as I watch the door fly across my face.
YO! WTF!
Is this some super-secret Wrestling Competition?? Where is the drink? I want to watch it.
In front of everyone's face was a mysterious masked man. He stood his hands around his chest. the man had silver long glinting hair and had a long pair of legs. Around him was a pair of Thick, uncomfortable atmosphere.
"..." everybody stays silent. (X_X)
Bad feeling X 1
"..." The man had a masquerade mask covering half of his face also says nothing. Nobody says anything...
Another voice was accompanied outside: "Boss! What happened to the door!?"
"...he blew it up..." the rest of the audience quietly muttered.
Bad feeling X 2
Soon when everyone came to their consciousness, many people inside the bar started screaming, yelling, panicking, and calling for help. Well, of course, a few were as dumbstruck as me as I stood stupidly across the doors.
Shocked, I move backward, and by then- the masked man steps into the clubhouse. The manager comes running from upstairs from a hidden compartment, and when he sees the condition of the door, he angrily starts shouting:
"H- how dare you! You intruder! My precious oak of labyrinth door!" and then there were screams of the other customers. While I stood, complaining whether the manager should be angry for blowing up a cheap door.
"Yah! How dare you!"
"Someone could have died!"
"You Bastard!"
"Someone kick him out!
"Who is this F*cking Loser!"
"Beat him!"
Then suddenly when the manager comes to a fighting pose ready to punch this guy, the masked man steps towards the manager as if he wanted to talk to the manager or something. But the manager lunges forward towards the masked man- his fists ready to punch- then
*CRACK* *SLAM*
The manager is sent flying away. Then in a blink of an eye, another bulky customer angrily charges towards the same masked man but also flies away.
*SLAM!* *CRACK*
Everyone could feel their bones cracked, and their skulls half damaged. Then a loud wail was heard from outside:
"Raid! There is a raid! Bandits have attacked the village!"
I, who was standing dumbstruck and frozen glued to the floor then moved back towards the bar where there was a bottle of vodka. I reached for it and opened the bottle and gulped the entire liquid down my throat.
Okay... then I came to a realization, 'Things aren't normal anymore.' I fanned myself. There is a mutated man outside the door.
I AM GOING TO BE BLOWN UP. (-_-) If a holy fat tomato man of this empire can't kill me, this man will.
'Other words: I am not going to live.'
Then more people, wearing black suits and covered masks like assassins attacked the club. After that, there was a war in the blink of an eye. The assassins had swords, while the bulky customers used the tables and wine bottles as weapons.
*SMASH!*
*SMASH*
*CRASH*
I moved back towards the unconscious bartender who had fainted by his manager's dead body. I grabbed for the bottles of vodka from the shelves of drinks and started drinking. My throat was burning.
I think I am drunk: It happens when I panic.
"SATAN! Where are you!" I start screaming. This granny... is going to die before the age of fifteen!
Memories started to swell up. The image of the Emperor comes in my head, I start cursing. The image of the Archduke comes in my head, I start screaming. The image of Count Schien enters, I wanted to rip my head out. The image of the Bishop and the Pope comes in my head, their shiny pearly teeth gleaming in the temple's sun- I start breaking.
Then an assassin lunges towards me, I merely dogged it as I grabbed the vodka bottle and smash his head. The assassin falls. Angry, I kick his crotch and start yelling:
"I want my vacation for F*CK's face! If that puny Emperor can't give it to me- I don't see how I won't let you obstruct me either!"
I grab another bottle of vodka and start screaming, taking down another man by the door. I plunge another man at the door.
"I, the madwoman of hell! Will come to kill you all!" I enter the bar, grabbing the dishes and throw it at the masked man, who stands still, inspecting war. The dead body of the manager is laying outside.
I could see flames outside of the building.
Oh shit.
Oh shit. We're screwed. Even if keep fighting. We'll BURN FOR GOD SAKE!
I grab another bottle of vodka and drown it down my throat. Haha...
"Satan..." I cry. "Look," I say with a soberly face, "this is the chance you have given me. This is where the madwoman of hell, dies in a clubhouse by drowning herself in vodka."
And then, I stand up, grabbing another bottle. And then angrily in a fit throw it towards the masked man. I stood up, grabbing another bottle and lunge towards him.
The masked man, who is watching this is all did not expect my next move.
First- I come running towards him. The next second:
I jump on him. Smacking his lips with mines.