Clubbing

[Jacket]

Jacket entered the backroom of the club that stored alcohol, maintenance equipment, and other accessories for waitresses. There were global lockers on one wall for the staff to store their personal stuff before clocking in. Grey concrete was the interior of the backroom which didn't have a fancy appearance to it. Boxes of alcohol for the club were placed on the floor. Two orc mobsters were in the room and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. One of them had his back face the double doors that the masked prime came through.

The prime immediately swung his axe at the orc's head and decapitated him with a violent swing.

CHOPPED

A gruesome sight to see for the weak stomachs. The head fell on the floor and rolled for a second while the corpse fell after standing a moment with no head. After witnessing the scene, the second orc vomited onto the floor. That gang member never saw anything like it before. Sure, he seen people get strangled, beaten to death, stabbed, even shot but not a real decapitation.

Before he could get over how his body reacted, Jacket ran over and stabbed the orc's chest in a violent manner. The orc fell to the ground grabbing his chest with fear in his eyes as he stared back into the lifeless eyes of a chicken mask wearing maniac. Jacket kept slamming the axe repeatedly in the mobster's chest. After a series of chopping, the chest was running with blood and opened. Organs could be seen from the opening. Blood poured out of the orc's mouth and soon died from shock.

Jacket chopped two more times at the organs which made a gorier site. The head of the axe was bloodied and so was Jacket's shoes. Part of his lower pants legs was dirtied too. His axe was dropped and dissolved into omnilium. A silenced Mac 10 was summoned in his right hand. He raised the gun up with the silencer pointing straight up. The bolt handle was pulled back on the gun, ready to fire. Jacket exited the back room through a black door and was now in a hallway leading toward the dance floor. The lighting was dark red but at the end of the corridor, bright colorful strobe lights could be seen. Electronic dance music echoed throughout the club, no matter where you were at if the rooms connected to the dance floor.

As jacket made his first footsteps in the hall with his submachine gun lowered, he noticed two orc mobsters on both sides of the corridor, were sitting in the booths with a glass of alcohol and their black-market blasters pointing at him as if they were waiting for him. Both shot at the same time with blue sizzling bolts coming out of their barrels. This very moment, Jacket felt like as if everything was in slow motion. He wasn't moving fast but it felt like this time in life, his next move will determine his fate. The masked prime started to duck from the crossfire that was happening.
His eyes looked above to see the two bolts passed each other. After they passed, reality went back to normal for Jacket. Both mobsters killed each other on accident but alerted the others that sat in the booths. Suddenly, they got out of their booths in a mad dash and went for Jacket. The music was starting to build up before the orcs open fire. When the bass dropped, Jacket pulled the trigger and began shooting at the mobsters that popped out. He dodged a couple of bolts from the blasters and kept shooting. Orcs began to drop from being filled with bullets. Once he was halfway across the corridor, his clip was empty and had no time to reload since there were more mobsters coming out the booths.

Jacket threw his gun so hard at one of the closest orcs, it hit him in the face and dazed the orc. While stunned, Jacket dashed at the gangster and grabbed his blaster. The weapon in the mobster's hand was forcefully pointed upwards and against his head by the masked prime. Jacket made the orc pulled the trigger and killed himself. A blue bolt went straight through his head which blood and bits of flesh exploded from the hole in the head. The killer prime grabbed the blaster from the deceased orc and turned to the left side and fired before a tusked mobster could get a shot.

A bolt went straight through his heart and caused him to grip his left side of the chest. The body fell backward into the booth room. Jacket dropped the blaster that was now useless to him. Another one from the next booth came over to the booth that Jacket was in and using cover. His blaster was raised high but when he came around, the prime was crouched at the draped entrance has already summoned his next weapon which was his wooden baseball bat. It was as if Jacket was waiting for a stupid move to be made by these brute thinking gang members.

The masked prime made a harsh swing with his bat colliding into the fat stomach of the orc. A gasp came out of the mobster's mouth from the wind that was knocked out of him. When the orc reacted with his upper body bending toward the ground, Jacket raised the bat high above his head and swung down upon the skull.

WHAM

The body fell to the ground with his head split open pouring blood. Jacket did a couple more swings upon the orc's head and turned it into a busted watermelon with blood splattering on the luxurious carpet. Everyone in this corridor was now dead and at least there weren't any civilians around to witness the massacre. Jacket walked out of the booth and proceeded toward the dance floor with his bat resting on his right shoulder. He breathed in through his nose and out of his mouth to catch his breath. Before walking onto the dance floor, he dropped his bat which dissolved into omnilium.

Strange, it felt like he was being watched by someone. He turned his head and looked up at the right corner of the room, seeing a security camera. The room was under surveillance the whole time and Jacket realized that they noticed he was infiltrating. Not only it felt like he's being watched… but followed too. Before exiting the hallway with booths, he looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was following.

Only death could be seen and no one was alive. Jacket focused back on the booming dance and proceeded to the busy main dance floor that invited him with colorful strobes of light.



Meanwhile

In a luxurious office overseeing the club's dance floor with a one-way mirror as a wall, a man in his late twenties wore a casual business attire sat at behind his fancy desk in a rolling leather chair. He was Caucasian with a clean shave and spiky brown hair. His body weight was normal, not too skinny nor fat. Two busty hourglass Caucasian women treated him for pleasure in lingerie wear. One had long dark red hair with plump red lips and gave the man a message on his shoulders while she was topless. The other had cyan hair but her hairstyle was pigtails. Her lips were plump as well with cyan lipstick and she kneeled in front of the man with his pants and underwear down.

The cyan girl was giving enjoyment to his manhood. She was topless too, revealing her big rack. A series of hard knocking can be heard at his office door. He tried to ignore it while he was just trying to relax with the ladies he paid well tonight. Again, knocking happened at the door but harder this time with no patience.

"Excuse me for a second ladies." The man said with a seductive tone.

"CAN YOU FUCK OFF CUNT!!!" the man yelled at the person who was knocking at the door.

"Dammit Wade, this is some serious shit I have to alert you about!" an orc mobster said on the other side of the door which made his voice sound muffled.

Wade sighed from what the orc said. He told ladies to pause their jobs which they obeyed and stood on each side of the man. The orc at the door, punched in the security code of the door to unlock it. He stepped into the office and shut the door behind him. This mobster had a long scratch scar running down his left arm. Both arms had tattoos on them with designs that signify the family he committed to. The orc stood at the front of the desk with his eyes narrowed down at Wade.

"We've got an intruder; our boys are going to have to go on full alert around your place. He's already killed some of our men. I'm calling for reinforcements to come so we can make sure this fucker gets iced for good." The orc said pulling out his cell phone.

"No! no! no! We're not doing that damn parade again! It took a long-ass time to get these people back into my club and not feel threatened. How bad can this guy be? I mean you said it's one guy, right? Not several." Wade responded while getting a glass vile that was filled with spore out of the desk.

He poured a little on his right index finger and snorted it.

"Besides, this is the only way I can get a lot of money in for the protection. Speaking of payment, I got your bag sitting here nice and full of OM right on time for Mr. Fisteye." Wade continued pointing toward the white duffle bag sitting next to his desk.

"Dammit Wade, I hate when your right… Alright fine, we'll see if we can do it for ourselves. I know it'll make Fisteye happy." The orc responded looking away at the one-way mirror, watching over the crowd of party goers.

"Splendid! Now, what about you take your business somewhere else while I can have a good night with these two gorgeous vixens." Wade cooed at the girls which made them giggle.

After the conversation, the orc mobster left the office and shut the door behind him which automatically locked. While walking down the stairs, he talked into his earpiece to alert others.

"Stay awake fellas, I have good feeling this is the fucker who's been wrecking Fisteye's operations." The orc said with seriousness.