Karving Out A Heart

Chapter Two

Leonardo strutted into a bar, his head high as usual. The bartender was someone he knew, and this person was chatting away with someone. The same one he robbed of his tongue. He was trying to explain something when he saw Leonardo, then he turned white.

The bartender looked and said jokingly, "What? Kat gotcha tongue?" He called Leo "Kat" because of his ability to bounce back from seemingly everything thrown at him. But oh how correct he was. The irony.

Leonardo took this perfect timing to take the tongue from his pocket and raise it up so both of them saw. The man panicked and ran off as the Bartender sat in disbelief. "L-Leo!? YOU LITERALLY HAVE HIS TONGUE?"

Another reason why he calls him "Kat". Leo often stands for a Lion. Lions are big cats.

Saying nothing, he dropped the tongue from his gloved hand right onto the counter and followed the other man.

A woman plowed right into his chest as he looked down, her staring right into his eyes. "oh-Oh! Leo! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you-"

"Faith, relax." He cut her off, looking from her eyes to beyond her shoulder length blonde hair, where the man ran into the middle of the road.

"NNNNNEEEERRRRMMMM- BUNK!" The man was punted away by a Semi-Truck. Leo figured this had been enough for one day and before Faith could speak again, he walked out into the street where cars pulled into a stop and halted. He walked up to the man and kneeled down, touched his neck where his carotid artery was and felt it for a moment.

"bump... bump... bump..." He still had a pulse, just barely, slowing down faster by the second. Too many people were around for him to confirm his death with a swift neck snap, so he lifted his head as if to check for injuries and just like he predicted, honking started, so pretending to be scared by the honking, he went to drop his head, until he noticed the back of his head was softer, seemed harder in certain parts. He'd broken a bit of his head upon landing.

He got up and walked into the crowd as they asked questions, all he had to say was "He's dead. He broke a part of his skull" And managed to escape them. He sighed and walked among an alley. A theater was around the corner. He saw the title and analyzed. "Al Pacino". The man sat on the screen looking back at him "Scarface".

He walked into the theater, purchasing a ticket and walked into the movie, taking a seat, gettign a few scowls as there were currently racists in the area, this was common for the 1980s...