Gavan walks to the bar to get a drink
“You can’t even get past the crowd stampeding onto the elevators anyway.”
The bartender, leaving his post to evacuate the building, notices Gavan’s condition.
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“Son, what in the world’s name are you doin’? You’ve gotta get yourself to the hospital!”
Alexander walks up to Gavan. Looking quite worried
“Pizdec, come with me. I can give you a ride to the hospital.”
To both the bartender and Federov
waves them off
"It’s not as bad as it seems, I’ve been in worse situations. I’ll patch myself up when I get home.*
To the bartender
“In the meantime, could you get me a water please?”
Alexander shakes his head and starts walking off to grab his coat.
The bartender simply shakes his head as continues to walk away.
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“World’s gone to hell, what with everybody’s selling off their soul to the devil without reading the terms and conditions. You oughta wisen up before that chance gets taken away from you, boy.”
Gavan doesn’t give a fuck and pours himself some water
“Whatever.”
“Like he knows anything. He’s just another scared mortal.”
The bartender stops for a moment.
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“Hm, and you’re so much better than me, ah? Who do you belong to, The Grim Reaper or Cinderella? What do you think got into that chap that went and shot ya, eh?”
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He cracks a wide smile.
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“Only person I belong to is myself, boy. You can’t say the same.”
Rito ponders on the event that happened. He wondered if his god had anything to do with it. He turns back into a human once more and heads out of the room
“So you’ve just been looking for a problem then? So be it. Kill me. My time’s up, and clearly this world suits me no longer.”
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The bartender walks back over to Gavan, and spits directly in his face. He begins to walk towards the exit of the building again, while looking back expectantly at Gavan.
avoids the spit
“oh the bartender thought I was talking about him.”
“I wasn’t talking about you, old man.”
Looks like most of the crowd has finally dispersed. I should get going now.
Lighting a cigar, he gets into his car and starts driving around the city.
So it seems like the game has begun.
Look at it! They’re already causing chaos! My kinda people.
I’m not sure that’s a good thing…
“Eh, let’s see what’s on TV.”
“…”
“Legends…powers…common folk…soon…”
“Hmmm.”
“Bound…destinies?”
“Chaos…ensued…meeting??”
“WHAT?”
SMASH.
“Heh…heh…”
“Idiots. They’re just going to let this new thing that we don’t know heck all about… TAKE OVER?”
CRASH.
“Everything Dad has done up till now has been a mistake. It’s caused a war, loss of value in our currency, and now THIS?!”
“He wants us to SUICIDE!”
“If Dad doesn’t know how to do fuck all, I’ll just do it myself!”
It is the morning after the … “incident”. However… you see reports of it going up on TV, despite security request to keep it closed.
Terrors - Chapter 2. Start!