Vengeance:

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The Stars shimmered bright and beautiful above the streets and rooftops of the town. He ran and jumped above the buildings. Footsteps were heard from behind and he ran faster, he wasn't gonna get caught now. He'd managed to get away without being seen. His beard ruffled in the strong breeze as he ran. The moonlight shined upon his bald head and his eyes wobbled as he ran. A door came into his line of view and he jumped down. His feet slammed onto the metal platform and he ran down several sets of metal stairs. His shoes bashed against them and made a 'clink' like noise. He stopped on the stairs and jumped off and down to the ground. It was only a few feet but he still stumbled and lost his balance. He transferred his balance as he rolled and he got to his feet. The door was only a few feet away and his shoulder slammed against it. The pub was dark. No lights on but the faint streetlight came into the room and made it easy to see. He jumped the bar and hid. When his chaser entered he jumped and slammed a bottle into their face. They screamed and yelped as he sat on them. Pulling out their hair. He rammed them into a wall and jumped off before impact. His bleeding chaser lay on the floor screaming from the agony of having tiny shards of glass lodged in their eye.

A light from upstairs flicked on and someone rushed down the stairs. Barbara looked at the two trespassers and she was shocked. She almost fell on the floor in shock. She looked at the screaming guy on the floor and then at the bearded guy. "What the fuck?" She whispered. He approached her and jumped on her. She screamed for help but she was on the floor. Her neck was getting squeezed. Oxygen rushed from her body and she struggled to move or blink. The world rotated around her. But then he was pulled off of her by-yet another-trespasser. They both fought it out but the beardy one, won. He lunged back on to her in a blink of an eye and he smashed her face on the bar. Her nose crunched and bled, her head was held in place and then-suddenly-lifted up and smacked with a bottle. The glass cut open her face and she screamed. Her head smacked back down onto the table and the broken bottle was slammed into the back of her neck. Barbara stopped wriggling and screaming, breathing and blinking and fell to the floor. The other two men lay on the floor screaming and bleeding. He left the bar with a dead woman and two screaming men.