Clubbing

[Jacket]

He reached the locked office door that required a key code on the number pad. This didn’t stop Jacket so he fired one shot at the lock to open the door. One more round was left and he knew that he had to make it count since whoever was behind that door has noticed his presence. With a quick movement, Jacket opened the door after a second when the lock broke. He entered the office and raised the shotgun in his right hand, grasping the pistol grip. Wade rose in his chair, holding an Orc burner in one hand and ready to kill the murderer as soon he stepped into his office. Two whores that were still topless stood at both sides of the desk with fear in their eyes.

The only way to kill one or another was to have the fastest trigger finger. Having hours experiencing basic training and combat in the military this helped Jacket to have an edge. When he first stepped into the office, the chicken masked prime fired immediately before Wade could get a shot. The pellets ripped through his hands causing them to be injured and bloodied. His weapon was dropped onto the desk following a yelp of pain from Wade. He fell back and landed in his desk chair that had rich black leather.

Jacket dropped the shotgun immediately and walked up to the desk. The whores and Wade were disgusted by the gory mess that was on Jacket’s clothing. Wade’s women stood on the left and right-side corners of the room ready to pee in their underwear from the presence of the psycho killer.

“S-SHIT! Y-Y-YOU FUCKIN SHOT ME!!! GODDAMMIT, LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO MY HANDS YOU FUCKED UP MANIAC!!!” screamed Wade at Jacket who stood in front of his desk.

Jacket reached over the desk and grabbed the club owner by the collar and dragged him across the piece of furniture. He turned to the big one-way mirror window while holding Wade. The prime shoved him at the window causing Wade to hit his back against it. Jacket started punching his face with each punch getting harder than the last. Bruises started appearing on Wade’s young face. His eyes began to puff and a couple teeth fell out.

Jacket broke his nose soon enough which caused it to bleed. Blood sprayed on the glass surface but the attendees of the party couldn’t see what was going on through the one-way mirror because of the reflection effect to give privacy for the office. Wade’s face was now puffed up from all the damage that Jacket inflicted. His vision became blurry and his ears rang from the hard punches that the masked killer served. Jacket shoved him again at the huge glass one-way mirror window and turned around to grab his shotgun.

“Your ass is going to be so fuckin dead when Fisteye finds out what you did to his client.” spoke Wade with blood running out from his mouth while Jacket walked back over with his shotgun in his hands.

Jacket reloaded one buckshot into the gun and pumped it. No comebacks came out of Jacket’s mouth but an intimidating silence was made by him. He shoved the shotgun barrel against Wade’s torso and pulled the trigger, causing a powerful boom to ring in everyone’s ears in the room. Organs and guts exploded out of Wade and parts of it landed on Jacket. Ear-splitting screams came out of the topless women’s mouths from being scared of the gunfire.

The one-way mirror shattered and Wade’s gory body flew back in the air then landed on the crowded dance floor. Everyone became frightened at what just happened. The electronic music got cut off and was replaced with the attendees screaming and panicking to make it out of the club to get away from the horrofic sight. Jacket starred at everyone scrambling to leave through the exits. Some people got a glance of the prime for a split second but were shoved to get to the doors. After a couple of minutes waiting for everyone to escape, the club was now filled with dead silence but the strobe lights kept flashing on the dance floor.

Jacket turned away from the broken window and walked over to the desk. Death was on their minds the whores were thinking about as the masked killer approached them but he ignored the ladies. He saw the money-filled bag next to the desk and decided to grab it. Jacket with money duffle bag, left the whores alone and walked out of the office leaving them there with a scene that will scar their life.

After five minutes, Jacket exited the club through the front entrance and seen that everyone fled the scene. The prime didn’t meet a silent scene on the street but instead an unexpected battle that occurred. Destruction filled the street with broken cars and motorcycles littering the paved ground. Mostly, dead bodies of Ork Warryorz were lying on the street and one decapitated blue twi’lek. He saw the leader who was the last one standing and holding his rusty sword. The orc was ready to carve the identical hookers like turkey.

Jacket dropped the money bag for minute to reloaded one buckshot into his gun so he can get the jump on Killfist before he killed the women. He aimed the shotgun in both hands and fired at Killfist's back. The target stood ten yards away from the masked prime. His shot hit the orc’s back and stopped him from killing the others but he wasn’t down yet.

“GAH!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?” yelled Killfist from the pain he felt in his back.

He started to bleed from the back and turned around to see who did that. His grin that he had a second ago turned into an angry frown. Killfist didn’t expect to see a bloodied man wearing a letterman jacket and a chicken mask while holding a short shotgun. He was baffled where the man came from but was shot in the head by Chi’Owo, causing half of it to explode. The headless corpse fell on the hard pavement with smoke coming out at the of the neck.

It took a minute for Jacket to realize the women he saved were all dressed identically. Strangely, they looked familiar as someone apart of his memory. Jacket picked up the money bag and approached them but silently with no words to greet them. All of the identical women gave him a strange feeling.