𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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The horrified look on her face, the absolute fear on her expression and in her body language, it made everyone there feel terrible for her. It didn't matter what Alex said, how right or wrong he was, because in the end everyone was looking at a big terrifying man yell at a small weak woman. And they didn't like that. All the stares turned into disgusted glares, all set on Alex. He had looked up, sweeping around the bar with his burning gaze. He saw all the eyes on him, all the people who hated him despite not knowing him. Nobody in this bar knew who he was, what he's been through. All they see is how scary he is, and how angry he is. Because being angry is bad, and right now people are treating him like he's a bad person. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He snarled to the crowd, taking off his apron and throwing it to the ground.

"I fucking quit. I'd have more sympathy if I worked at a fucking McDonald's compared to this shithole." He said, storming out of the doors. "Alex wait! Alex please don't go--" Elaine pleaded, before being met with a couple of glass doors. She ran out after Alex, chasing him down the street. The motorcycle was out of juice. "Alex! Come back!" She had yelled, the man was already annoyed enough with today. The motorcycle being empty was just the cherry on top. He aimed his gun at Elaine as she ran to him, not pulling the trigger however. "Alex please! Don't do this! You can't do this, I need you! Please!"

Her begging was familiar.

Too familiar.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment, Sarah flashing before his eyes. The abandoned and rotting building, the flames, the torn up face that was splattered all over the wall. He had frozen up, his eyes narrowed at the gun. Not Elaine, but the gun. It had the same shine on it as it did that evening, it looked exactly the same as before. No, no  no no! You can't do this again, Alex. The last time you did this it ended up making things worse. Much worse. Sure she's gone but..

Isn't she standing in front of you?

"Get the FUCK AWAY! NOW!" He screamed, his eyes widened and his hand trembling. He wasn't ready to do this all over again. "Alex-- you're scaring me! Calm down--" "YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY. YOU STAY AWAY, AND NEVER COME INTO MY SIGHT AGAIN." He got louder. His voice could've boomed all the way down the street from how loud it was. Elaine had taken a step back cautiously, cowering. Cowering under the barrel of the 500. Then suddenly out of desperation and complete irrationality, the girl quickly threw herself into the other. Alex was knocked onto his ass, a woman clinging to him as he went. The gun was still firmly in his hand, but he had moved his finger off the trigger.

"Stop this-- it's okay Al. Nobody's gonna hurt you, nobody's out to get you. Calm down." She said, desperately. The man was at a loss for words, and didn't move a single muscle. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be dead. He wanted to be six feet under, in a dumpster, in his bathroom or hanging from his ceiling, he did not care. He wants to be dead and out of this situation. "Get. Off." He growled, a terrified yet angry look plastered onto his face. The woman didn't budge however, "I'm not leaving you alone here, you're in the middle of the street." She said, slightly nudging him to move somewhere safer. He didn't though.

The man threw Elaine off himself, hearing her cry out in pain was satisfying at least. He stood up, looking around at his surroundings. Elaine had been followed by almost everyone in the bar. So, to make a statement, he raised his gun and shot some random person in the head. He turned and walked off as the crowd panicked, not a single shred of remorse in his mind. It was all numb, filled with static. How is he supposed to feel anyway? Then, out of the blue, a siren pierced through the air. Whirring past him as he was almost home, walking along the sidewalk. It was an ambulance. Pff, like an ambulance is gonna fix a shot to the head. 

He managed to narrowly escape the situation by some miracle, I mean everyone there had seen him clearly murder someone, yet none of them sent the police after him. Weird. He decided it was better to take advantage of it rather than overthink and make things worse this time. He unlocked the front door to his apartment, the lock clicking as the door opened. He stepped inside, threw his keys on the table near the door, and shut it. Stretching his back with those familiar pops he heard every time he stretched like this, rolling his shoulders and walking towards the couch. And just like usual, there was a knock at his door the minute he sat down.

He wasn't even bothered to get the door this time. "Al, I know you're in here. Can I come in?" A familiar feminine voice asked from the other side. With a dead serious, sarcastically happy voice, the man spoke. 

"Nope!"

He felt happy to be putting his foot down for once. Doing what he wanted to do instead of what other people wanted him to do felt amazing. However the door opened anyway, and the woman stepped inside. This dampened his mood quite a bit in a matter of seconds, that smile that almost came upon his face quickly being forgotten. "Al, why'd you run off like that? Is everything alri--" The woman stopped speaking once she was met with the barrel of a gun. Alex was standing still now, aiming the gun at her face. "I suggest you get out." Alex spoke in a lighthearted and almost hospitable tone. She opened her mouth to speak, however she nodded and backed away.

"I'll come back later." She said as she walked backwards towards the door. Alex followed closely in front of her, his aim not budging. "No you won't!" He still had the same fake optimistic tone in his voice. She reached the door finally, backing out of it and shutting it as she left. The man made sure she left for sure before he locked the door, spinning his revolver in his hand and chuckling. "Bitch thought she could pull one over me today.. nope." He said, stuffing the gun back in his holster. He felt good right now. It was odd that he felt so happy, considering he just had a breakdown, quit his job, and murdered someone in front of a crowd.

He felt so rejuvenated though, so much so that he started to dance to the music that was playing on the TV. The music behind his own madness, the soundtrack to the game we know as his insanity. He hummed as well, keeping in sync with the tune awfully well. Nobody was here to bother him. Nobody was here to abuse him or remind him of his past abuse, nobody is here to hurt him in any way shape or form. He's alone. Alone at long last. Hopefully, he'll stay alone, because it's better for him and everyone around him to be alone.

As it should be.