Mess.. A huge ass mess in front of my eyes. My fucking canvas is ruined. Thrown in the ground with some shoe marks over it. Black ink ruining the art piece to something unrecognisable.
"Leave you crazy fucker"
"Why don't you give up? Both in your life and art?"
"You don't belong here, let alone this planet"
Words that barely leave a scar on my soul. Something but does catch my eyes though. I crouch down to get a clear look over those said words.
"You are such a fucking loner arent you? Are you darn sure your parents died at a young age, leaving a pest like you? Or was your mother such a good cocksucker that she left a poor being like you all alone? Gotta find that slut huh?"
Blood boils in my veins and I clench the paper so tight in my palm. Anger. Anger explodes in my soul after ages. Nobody and I mean nobody can talk shit about my mother and gets to fucking live with it. They won't die an easy death. Slow… Torturous.. And until I make them my own messed up masterpiece.
Looking down at the canvas for a brief second in anger, disgust. Getting back straight up I angrily kick the canvas away.
Whoever wrote this will beg for death. But I won't grant death this easily. They will fucking beg for it. Beg for me to stop and give them that freedom.
I stride out of the studio while clenching the note in my fists. My face is as neutral as it can be, but anger is having its own silence party inside my head. I am at the cafeteria observing the surroundings to catch the sight of the motherfucker so that I can later quietly evacuate him.
But oh he shows up himself anyway. That fucking voice makes me want to stitch that damn mouth up.
"Ay motherfucker. Judging by that expression on your face you seem to have come across my lovely letter?"
He speaks with that ugly ass laughter. He strides towards me nonchalantly and swings his arms around my shoulder. Fucking disgusting pest.. He brings his face too close to mine. I could smell that vape. Makes me wanna throw up on this fuckers face.
"Quit being a monk and speak fucker."
Honestly this is what I enjoy. When they too desperate to hear you or watch you react to feed those pathetic demons. All I do is give him a faint smirk.. Which well pisses him off good.
I stumble back feeling that sharp hit on my cheeks. I let out a huff and narrowed my eyes at him. "Fuck you.." I mutter under my breath.
Another disgusting grin spreads across his face. Clearly enjoying a bit of the reaction I provide him.
"Oh so this fuck face knows how to speak huh?" He says while striding towards me. "Say that again. Let me hear you quite clearly this time."
I don't answer him though. I don't want to. I enjoy watching them getting desperate for an action. Especially this fucker who thinks he can get away with me. And I possibly won't turn him into my own messed up art piece.
I give him that challenging look, pissing him off furthermore. I close my eyes waiting for another hit on my face.
Furrowing my brows I open to see that guy has been yanked off me and now in the clutches of that bastard. Theo
Interesting.. He usually sits back and clearly enjoys the mayhem initiated by others. He sits on his throne like a supposed king, loving how he could mend and manipulate his pawns. What more intriguing is this man stepping into a business he shouldn't be concerned with.
"Now, Cam don't dirty your hands like that?" He speaks with his usual cocky tone. Motherfucker..
"Why would you wanna piss that poor guy huh? I thought we mess with those who actually meet our standard and power. Rune on the other hand isn't someone we waste our energy for." He said all that, his eyes never leaving mine.
I give him a questioning look. Now how the fuck does this fucker know my name?
"Surprised I know your name?" He gives me that grin which makes me roll my eyes.
Pushing that guy away he strides towards me. He is a bit taller than me. Fucker is huge compared to me with those damn broad shoulders. He bends leaning so damn close to my face which makes me want to punch his face away.
His arms snake around my waist and my chest bumps with his. What the-
"You may think the whole world ignores you, Rune.. But little did you know, you have been keeping someone awake for quite long now. To the point they almost know everything about you."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Theo?" I match his gaze. Him though he looks at me.. With what I would say an interest.. A desire. What in the actual hell does this guy want from me? His gaze is piercing through me as if he is looking for something he could put use to. Something he could use against, and mend me into one of his pawns. He would eventually give up looking for it. Nobody could think or even dare take a peak of that dark corner.
I shoot him a glare and push him with a full force that makes him almost stumble back. He laughs and looks at me with a mischievous glint. As if he is putting some challenge on my path. Which I am afraid I don't want to cross. Theo can never become any part of life, even as small as a hurdle.
Looking at him one last time with a stern gaze I make my way out of the shithole, I was stuck in for almost a fucking hour. Wasted too much of my damn time there
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I let out a deep sigh, leaning against the counter with my arm crossed. I work as a bartender in a bar. Although the salary is a bit insufficient considering the amount of expenses I have to face, it's just alright.
I get snapped out of my thoughts when I hear somebody scream. Furrowing my eyebrows I walk towards the path where I heard that scream.
A bunch of dudes are gathered around caging two girls there. Oh these drugged motherfuckers. I stride towards them, placing my hands over one of their shoulders. "Get the fuck out here."
This fucker just laughs on my face, getting onto my face.
"Guess what guys, we have another source of entertainment here with us. What are you gonna do? Be a hero? Save these bitches, huh?"
He says while pushing me back little by little till I hit the wall behind. He grabs my collar and smirks down at me. "Speak you fucker. Or is your bitch ass scared to fight me huh?"
Is that what he wants huh? I gotta take some tension off my shoulders anyways, so here we go I guess. My fists meet with the guy's cheeks in a harsh blow sending him flying the opposite way. I glance at those girls, who are trembling in fear. His other minions try throwing some kicks and punches towards me. I dodge them all effortlessly. Cranky motherfuckers.
"Hey! Leave that fucker, there's police here." One of them speaks and they all run away. Sighing I walk towards the girls, putting on my best gentleman look.
"Okay there?" I ask to which they nod at me.
"Follow." I walk towards the main street and catch a cab for those girls.
"Thank you." One of them speaks in the most gentle voice. It's been long since I've heard anybody talking so gently with me.
After making sure the girls go away I decide to make my way towards the bar, until my phone steals the attention away. I pull it out and stare at the screen. A text from an anonymous number.
An image with the name "Venor" in the centre, written in gold. Below the image is a text that says "Click here" and a link below it. Then another text at the very bottom.
Venor..
My heart picks up the pace as I read that word over and over again. I overheard somebody in the university speaking about this secret group called Venor. Nobody knows the inner circle of this work, the members or who leads this group. They keep their work hidden from everybody. Their selection I think is based on observations. If someone they think is worthy of being a part of it they involve the person in. I thought it was all bullshit rumours until I got this text.
I was thinking to just ignore it and go on my way but a thought stops me. What if this an open invitation to the vengeance I have been seeking for years. What if I finally find what I am looking for? This is the only way.. The only way to get close to my vengeance.