Clubbing

[Jacket]

Clunk

The gull wing door was shut by Jacket and moved around his car to get on the sidewalk. There were hardly people present at the sidewalk Jacket was at but the club down the street was rowdy. After walking a couple minutes toward the club, the masked prime turned left into an alleyway next to the booming nightclub. The alley had dumpsters and trash cans on each side. Neon lighting from around the club, lit up the way for Jacket to see where he was going since there were no street lights or any kind of lamp.

Trash littered the alley but it wasn't as bad as some places were in tier five. Music was loud from within the club that Jacket could hear outside. His footsteps on the pavement weren't noisy as he tried to keep his appearance stealthy. Of course, there was no one present in the alleyway located at a side of the nightclub. If someone saw him wearing the suspicious animal mask right now sobered or not high, they would probably report the prime.

As Jacket was getting closer at the back of the club, he can hear someone getting beat up from all the bashing noises, grunts, and moans. After he first heard the noises, he summoned his wooden baseball bat and proceeded along the wall quietly with his back against it. The weapon was held in his right hand but had the tip of the bat pointed toward the ground. Jacket stopped when he reached the end of the wall but now, the noises he heard earlier were louder since Jacket was close to who was causing all the racket. Behind the club, two orc mobsters were beating up a human black male who had black hair and was in his mid-twenties.

The mobsters were taking turns beating the guy with a wooden club. Bruises were present on the victim especially one eye was swollen badly along with a broken nose. After another series of pounding, the beaten up human spat blood out on the pavement.

"Gary, Gary, Gary… what are we going to do with you? This is the third time you were late with the payment and now my captain is getting on my ass about where is the money for this week," the orc who was unarmed said while knelt next to the client who was laying on the hardened ground in pain.

The two were in the middle of the back parking area of the club which had several parked staff and mob vehicles.

After the orc spoken, he stood back up and gave his pal the signal to do another beating on the client. As the club-wielding orc walked up to the victim and getting ready to pound the guy, the unarmed one lit a stogie and began smoking.

"I hate to do this Gary but, you made my partner and I so pissed tonight that we will kill you since were getting so fucking sick of dealing with lazy assholes such as you." the smoking orc said again puffing tobacco smoke out of his mouth.

After he finished his sentence, he was knocked so hard in the head by Jacket's brutal swing which made him fall unconscious immediately. The other one heard his friend get hit and turned around immediately, facing Jacket. He saw his partner laying on the ground, knocked out. The orc's eyes were filled with rage from the sight. The mobster attacked Jacket without hesitation but, his attack was blocked by Jacket's baseball bat. As they clash, the orc tried to focus on brute force but was headbutted. While confused from the hit to the head, Jacket swung his bat which landed on the jaw of the orc. From the sheer force, the mobster has turned around and finished off with a deadly blow to the head. The corpse fell to the ground with the head bloodied.

The bruised client cowered from Jacket's appearance since he thought he was a serial killer. The masked prime told him to go and get out of here which the client did so as he got up and limped away to find the nearest hospital. Jacket walked back over to the unconscious orc and began beating his head with the bloodied red wooden bat. After two minutes, the head was smashed and unrecognizable with brain chunks scattered. Pavement around the two bodies had at least a puddle of blood around their heads. Jacket noticed his wooden bat was beginning to crack after the hard hits he was doing on the flesh and bone.

He dropped the bat that dissolved into omnium and began thinking about summoning a new weapon. The masked prime focused about getting another useful tool of killing. A fire axe popped in his head since he remembered hacking and chopping up Russians into gory parts. Soon enough, the weapon was summoned in his hands and felt heavier than the bat by a couple pounds. Jacket examined the weapon that was granted to him. This would do better than beating someone to death.

The club had double doors on this side of the building which was the back entrance for staff. A golden sign with black metallic letters was placed on top of the doorway saying, "Staff Only". This was going to be the quietest way to get inside.