Posted at 5:57 am on Jun 4, 2014 by:
Red Spyder
Bad luck isn't brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds.
Standing on the sidewalk outside of the nightclub, Red could hear the beat of the loud music playing inside. A big, neon sign was attached to the wall over the entrance of the club, illuminating the concrete below with its vibrant colors. As expected, there was a long line of people waiting to get in. Before, he might have been able to use his status as a celebrity to easily get inside such a place, but he knew that wouldn't work anymore. Just like those people had forgotten about the terror he once caused, they also seemed to have forgotten about his in-ring career. Not that he really minded that. He'd been able to roam around the city without anyone bugging him for an autograph and asking him the same stupid questions that fans always asked. To get inside the club though, he was going to have to find a way to persuade the bouncer. And he knew just what that way would have to be.
Approaching the bouncer, who looked up as Red approached, he forced his hand into the bouncer's hand, as if he wanted to shake, and said, "How about you let me inside?"
The bouncer didn't respond, just staring at Red now. He was unable to respond, because between their hands, hidden from the view of the people in the line, Red was giving the bouncer a dose of Wickedness, sending it directly into the bouncer's palm from his own. It really wasn't a strong blast of Wickedness, certainly not enough to send the bouncer flying back into the wall or something like that which might attract unwanted attention, but it was enough to alter the bouncer's mind in the way that Red needed. In the way that would lead the bouncer to allowing Red inside the club.
"You can go in..." the bouncer finally said in a voice that indicated confusion and uncertainty, but somehow, allowing Red to enter just seemed like it was for the best.
Patting the bouncer on the shoulder, Red stepped past him and headed inside. The bouncer continued standing there for some time after. He knew why he was there and what he was supposed to be doing, but at the same time, something just felt really wrong. It was as if he were having some kind of bad drug trip, unsettling thoughts rushing through his mind as time all around him seemed to slow almost to a halt. Thoughts of death. Death in so many ways. Torture, war, freak accidents, and plain old, quick, heartless murder. Later that night, after going home to his empty apartment, the bouncer would end up blowing his brains out with a revolver, unable to to handle such intense thoughts. His landlord would discover the body several days later after receiving complaints from neighbors of an odd smell, dried blood and brain matter caked to the wall behind his decomposing body.
Inside the nightclub, Red made his way through the dancing crowd to the bar. He scanned the crowd carefully as he moved. Plenty of good victims. Plenty of potential terror to cause. Plenty to blood to spill. Easy pickings. On the other side of the room though, he spotted two women that stuck out to him particular. One with black hair, an Asian, and one with dirty blonde hair. They were dancing, but didn’t seem to actually be at the club with anyone besides each other. Not that a guy ever managed to stand in his way before when he wanted a woman. Whether he wanted a woman for fucking, killing, or, usually, both, he was impossible to stop.
Ordering a beer at the bar, Red leaned back against the bar itself as he sipped on the drink, watching the two women. They were still dancing, completely unaware of his presence. unaware of their futures that night. Their futures with the Guardian of Wickedness. With someone who'd killed so many people in their lifetime, he'd not only been sent to prison for it, but he also eventually earned himself the nickname The Chainsaw Killer. In that world and beyond, he was known for his crimes, for his desire to kill all that he could.
Soon finishing that beer, he ordered another one, and then soon after that, another one. He liked drinking almost as much as he liked killing. He'd enjoyed both of those things as far back as he could remember. Of course, after living as long as he had, experiencing so many different things, those early memories had begun to fade, but he knew that drinking and killing had always been major parts of that endless life. Drinking and killing had been things unavailable to him in the Gate of Wickedness. He'd gone so long without them in that place, and yet he found it so easy to get back into them upon his return.
As he ordered another beer, the bartender gave him a strange look over the fact that it was his fourth beer in only about ten minutes. He still had money to pay for the drinks though and he didn't seem phased by the alcohol much at all, so the bartender continued to serve him. Of course, it would take a lot more alcohol than that to truly get him drunk. And he did plan to consume more, but just because it took so much more alcohol to get him drunk than it did for any mortal to get drunk, that didn't mean he was just as immune to some of the other effects.
Feeling his bladder getting full, he polished off that beer as well, taking one last look at the two women, who continued to dance and seemed nowhere near wanting to take a break, before heading off to the restroom. There was no one else in there and he headed over to the nearest urinal to relieve himself. As he stood there though, someone else entered the restroom. The guy seemed like he'd been throwing back a lot of drinks too, stumbling over to the urinals himself, still moving his head to the beat of the music.
Red planned to leave the guy alone. He would be way too easy of a victim. If Red did kill him, there would hardly even be any fun in it. But as he was standing at the sinks, washing his hands and checking his hair in the mirror, the guy stumbled over, slapping Red on the back before pulling out a plastic baggie containing cocaine and dumping out a little on the counter, which he then lined up in a couple rows with a credit card. Bending down with a rolled up dollar bill, he then snorted in all up, only to stand back up to get a little more of the nose candy out.
Noticing that Red was watching him, the guy suddenly asked, "Want some? I'll let you have some."
Red just continued staring at the guy, who didn't realize why Red was truly staring at him. And he probably still didn't as Red reached out, grabbing the guy by the back of the head before sending him flying face first into the mirror, the glass breaking on impact, sending broken pieces all over the counter. Red let the guy fall to the counter before his body fell back onto the floor, some of the broken pieces stuck in his face too, blood dripping from the small wounds. He touched his face in pain, seemingly not even entirely sure about what just happened.
Tilting his head as he looked down at the guy, Red thought for a moment. About what exactly he was going to do here. He realized that the longer he stood there staring, the more risk he put himself at. The more risk there was of someone walking in and discovering what he'd done. He couldn't have that. No he couldn't. He had nothing against being chased by the police. That was fun too. But if that happened, it wouldn't exactly be very easy for him to carry out his plans with the Asian and dirty blonde out there dancing.
Moving quickly towards the restroom door, he locked it, before turning back to face the guy, who was still on the floor, still confused, shocked. Stepping back towards him, Red grabbed a large shard of broken mirror from the counter before reaching down with his other hand to grab the guy by his throat and haul him up to his feet. Dragging him over towards the stall at the far end of the restroom and kicking open the door, Red held the guy in place against the wall above the toilet before stabbing out one of his eyes with the shard of glass, the guy screaming in pain as the sharp mirror punctured his eyeball, thrashing about, but doing nothing to help himself. Red didn't bother squeezing the guy's throat tighter to silence him, the nightclub's loud music more than enough to drown out his screams. Slowly, he removed the shard from the guy's eye, only to do the same with his other eye, leaving him completely blind.
Letting the guy scream and thrash a little before, Red then stepped back and swiftly slit the guy's throat with the shard of glass, quickly stepping back, out of the way of the inevitable blood spurt, and closing the door of the stall, holding it shut as the guy pounded blindly at the door. When he heard the thump of the guy's body fall to the ground, Red finally released the door. It stayed closed, but it wasn't locked. It would be a while before anyone found the guy's body. In fact, Red would already be gone from the club by the time the body was discovered.
Dropping the piece of mirror to the floor of the restroom, where it shattered on the tile, Red looked down at his palm as a deep cut caused by the shard quickly healed itself. He then headed back towards the sinks to wash the blood off of his hands. After he cleaned them, he noticed the guy's bag of cocaine sitting on the counter. Picking up the bag, he saw that there wasn't much of the drug left. Getting some of it on his finger, he snorted it before getting more and rubbing it on his gums. Leaving the rest on the counter for someone else, he then walked over to the restroom door, unlocking it and heading back out into the main area of the nightclub.
Seeing that the Asian and dirty blonde were still dancing, he approached them, not getting too close at first and just dancing near them, watching them more. He was definitely going to have a lot of fun with them. More fun than either of them would ever be able to imagine. Certainly more fun than that hooker had with him. But of course, it would ultimately end the same way. It always did. There was nothing they could say or do to him to prevent it either. After a while, they moved closer to him, grinning at him and then looking at each other. Oh yes, a lot of fun.
