I am death

Discalimer: This story is completely original, any similarities with real events or other work of fiction is merely coincidential.

When life takes a turn, it really does. BANG! Was the sound of the door as Joshua slammed it for the last time. Four years down the toilet, what a fucking jackass. Jackie looked around the now eerily spacious room. Well without his stuff, you can actually see the walls now. They need a new coat of paint. Hmm… blue. It would be nice if that blue came with a new wall, in a new building.
Not one to spend or waste too much time on moping around for a guy who cheated on you with your sister, Jackie stood grabbed her high heel boots, pleated short skirt and white tank top, and swung out of that place, leather jacket at hand. Rich girls get bored easily; she has to look for fun.
As she approached her usual club, STINGER, she waltzed right in, after all when your cousin is the owner who waits in line? Like every Friday night, the music was loud, the bodies were sweaty, and boys were looking.
“What are you doing here?” Came the cool voice of Marvin (yes the cousin, what a name huh?)
“What I always do, give you a better clientele.” She flashed him a smile, a too confident one of sorts.
She always looked like a freaking model, Marvin knew that, hell she could have been one. And for that same reason Marvin suspected. “Where’s your parole officer?”
“I don’t know. As of this morning that problem is officially Minerva’s.”
His brown eyes widened, “Minerva’s?!” He looked around looking for the answer in one of his client’s faces. “What the hell does she have to do with anything?” and he did his usual ‘scratch his head, look up, sigh, clean his glasses’ move. “Since when?”
“Only God knows and didn’t bother to tell me.”
“Well it’s not like He’s up for gossip.”
She turned around giving her back to him. Jackie felt ready to explode. Religion was big in her family, except for her. “Well whatever He is up to, I don’t give a shit, as long as it’s not with me. And if it is I’d like to be warned.” With this she turned to him, she knew he’d be bothered, but Marvin being the best cousin would always understand her and her feeling of estrangement in the world. Their family turned their backs to him when he came out of the closet.
“So.” She chirped.
“So?”
“Where’s William?”
“Oh! At the bar, our guy got sick.” He jerked his head on the general direction of the bar. “He likes it anyways.” Marvin shrugged his skinny shoulders deemed for a geek.
Jackie strutted on toward the bar, sliding in between couples of all kinds, keeping rhythm with the music. She danced with couples of women, men, and sometimes she wasn’t completely sure of the gender, but it was still dancing. So, keep on moving hips!
As she danced her way to the bar a pair of unknown hands found her waist. She turned to see who it was. Handsome or breathtaking, whichever you want to take, was exactly what this man was. “Watch where your hands go.” To thwart her he slid his hands a little further down. She moved away from him, but only stood at arms length. “I said keep your hands off of me.”
He stood there staring at her, taking in her looks and he slowly moved his head to look at William in the bar taking orders. The sentiment in his eyes changed to one of sorrow. He began to walk towards him with Jackie copying his steps. He sat at the bar in a chair far away from William.
Jackie simply stopped and walked towards where Will was trying to make some underage kids understand the he was not going to sell them alcohol. “Man, but we’re already here.” Spoke the first kid.
“Yeah. Just tell the cops, if they come the since we already passed through the door you assumed we’re 21.” The kid chuckled, “Just blame it on the bouncer.”
“The bouncer is my brother.” Will shot back at them, “Now get out of my face, before I loose my patience.” And they scattered.
As he picked up a used glass and wiped the counter he noticed someone sitting right in front of him and lean over the counter, showing a lot of cleavage. “I know those boobs!” He looked up “Jackie!”
“Hey, you have an admirer. A weird one at that.” She pointed at the man in the corner still staring at him with sorrow. Except now he shifted his gaze and landed on Marvin. If the looks he was giving Will were depressing, this one gave warning of a fatality waiting to happen.
Will followed the man’s gaze towards Marvin and furrowed his brows, “Yeah, he’s been coming here all week giving us the same looks. Marvin doesn’t like him. Says he feels weird.” He put the glass he’d been drying with a towel down with the other cups that had been lined into tree rows of tens in perfect coordination, except the one he just added to the collection. Must have been his nerves.
“What do you think he wants?” she asked still looking between him and Marvin.
He gave an exasperated sigh, “I don’t know, he’s just been coming here and throwing unnerving looks at us. He won’t talk, won’t order or leave. We even called the cops. They arrested him and right back he was the next day. When we called to inform the cops about it they didn’t know what we were talking about.” She turned to him, fully paying attention. “Like it never happened.”
“Weird.” She whispered, “Has he at least given his name?”
“Nope.”
Jackie yelped after a man’s face landed on her knee and the slithered to the floor unconsciously. It was then when the yells of the underage teen came loud and clear over the ruckus. “That was my beer!” some drunk yelled at them.
“We didn’t touch anything!” yelled back one of them as he was being held back by one of his comrades.
The drunk man stepped forward and took to his advantage the position of the youth and punched him straight on the jaw and blood made itself present on the boy’s ‘Guns ‘n Roses’ shirt. “Hey no fair!” squeaked the boy who was holding the now bleeding teen. “It’s just a beer.”
What the boys didn’t know was that the aforementioned beer was an extricating potion for all sorrows of a lifetime of crimes, adultery, and murder of a madman. It was the last descriptive face of the man the showed itself that night and had called the unidentified man to two lovers whose love was at a forced end. As the fight broke out, the slink figure of Marvin Russo slid between the anxious crowd to stand between the two inebriated fighters.
The act set in motion the fluid movements of the stranger leading to the unofficial referee of the night. This caught the attention of a lover turned bartender for the night and followed the gliding figure to the center of the improvised fighting arena. Jackie remained back at her stool, why move when this was a frequent event, no purchase required. A reaction was not called for until a voice made itself resound in the now ominously quiet pub.
The choreography between her head moving to look at where Marvin had stood and the motion of the crowd dispersing was flawless. Where Marvin should have been standing was now a heap of bodies entwined; the kid the had been holding the other has laying rather lifeless on the ground beside a rather pale one being hugged by a wailing William. The portrait was enhanced by the towering figure of the unidentified man. Jackie ran to them and as her knees skidded on the smooth surface she screamed her cousin’s name. She accompanied William on the painful song their lungs were able to perform. She then on looked onto the towering man and in a swift move she had him by the collar and yelled to him, “What did you do to him?!”
Amidst her screams a voice filtered through “It wasn’t him.” She spun around to the general direction of the informant. “Then who did?” Sudden realizations of the now frozen crowd, kept her shocked and still long enough to see a figure materialize.
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