This fanfiction is inspired by not just the Anime series, but also by 1983 movie Scarface, Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry films, (particularly Sudden Impact) Luc Besson's Leon the Professional,
Martin Scorsese's Taxi Driver, Quentin Tarantino's Reser...
In the Yellow Flag Bar, Tony was already drinking his glass of rum. He was sitting on the stool at the counter, like usual. The bar itself was empty, having Tony being the only customer and person inside the place. However, peace and quiet didn't bother the gunman as he continued to drink the Bacardi. Then, he heard a voice beside him.
???: That's right, Tony. Drink. Drink after facing so many obstacles in your previous jobs.
Tony turned his head to see who was speaking to him. It was him.
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The twisted copy of Tony Harper sat down next to the real Tony. His smiling mask facing him.
Dark Tony: So, what's on ya mind? Anything good? Or bad?
Tony: Makes sense why the bar's empty. It's all a dream again.
Dark Tony: You're not answering my questions, Tony. What's your business here?
Tony: Just got done dealin' with the past, that's all. Charlie and all those other cunts are dead. They're all gone, they stopped bothering me. I'm focusin' on the future now.
Dark Tony: Does that future include Revy? Funny, I don't see her around here. Must be stuck in her own dreams... or nightmares, if I'm accurate.
Tony: We've got each other. I haven't got time to think about the past. It's long forgotten now.
Tony then gulped down his drink as his shadow self laughed in an amused tone.
Dark Tony: [shakes his head] Quit lyin' to yourself. You don't easily forget about the past, it follows you, no matter where you go in life. No matter how much you hate it or wanna forget it, it'll always be in your damn mind. It's the reason why you became who you are.
Tony: I want nothin' to do with it anymore! Just lemme drink in peace and piss off!
Tony shooed his shadow self as he drank the last of his rum. As he placed the empty glass down on the bar, someone appeared behind the counter, a familiar face showed up in front of Tony from out of nowhere. It was one of his old victims: Kester Jones. The creep was wearing a white shirt with a black bow tie, making him look like a bartender.
Kester: Would you like another drink, sir?
The man gave Tony a small smirk as he was staring at him. Although he was beginning to feel creeped out, Tony wasn't going to let fear overtake him. He looked to his left, sitting next to him, was Melody herself. She was giving Tony a very concerned look with worry in her eyes.
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