𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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Oh but that wasn't the end just yet! He had that day of peace, but tomorrow. Oh tomorrow. He was more than prepared to let hell rain down upon anyone who works at that bar and anyone in the damned place. He was ready to tear the place apart, inch by inch, wall by wall, until there's nothing but rubble and bad memories left on that lot. Because he has grown to resent that pace, resent the smell, the look, the sound, and most importantly the people. The day passed by slow enough to be comfortable, the night not stopping the excitement and anticipation for what Alex had in store for the next day. He had went to bed early however, so he could catch the bar in the morning rush.

And that's just what he did! Waking up around 7 in the morning, how lucky! The man had climbed out of bed as quickly as possible, dressing up all nice for the occasion. He wanted to look presentable for these last moments at least. With his hair neatly brushed and tied back, his stubble trimmed to look cleaner, and a nice yet casual suit on, he walked for the door. Grabbing his shiny golden revolver along with a secondary gun before going out.

Walking wasn't a problem today, he had plenty of energy. And if he was able to, he would have a huge smile on his face right now. But murder doesn't provoke a smile until after the fact really. He had opened the bar doors, looking like he was going there to work. Alyssa and Charlie were both out front, having to take over since they only had one bartender left. "Alex? What the hell are you doing here?!" Charlie asked midway through pouring a drink, accidentally pouring a little too much into the glass. The man's charming yet threatening cowboy movie knowledge suddenly hit him like a brick, as he approached the counter and set a gun down on it. Sliding it over to the man.

"Outside. Now." 

He spoke, a deranged tone to his words. It clearly frightened Charlie, the look on his face said it all. The color had drained from the man's face almost completely, his eyes widened as well. Alyssa sure as hell didn't step up and do anything, because all she knows how to do is slack off and bitch. He watched as this brunette man looked around, a look for help. But none came, as he deserved. "I said.." Alex spoke. His voice no longer quiet in the bar, as he spoke clearly and meaningfully this time. His golden revolver had raised up to point at Charlie's head, the barrel almost touching him. "Now, Charlie." He said, frozen like a statue. Unfortunately for him, Charlie wasn't stupid. Nor was he slow either. The man at the wrong side of that gun had picked up the other revolver, hitting Alex right in the nose with it. He had groaned in pain and stumbled backwards a bit, looking up to see Charlie charging at him with a broken bottle.

Alex could very easily fight the other off with enough strength, right? Wrong! He tried to simply shove the other away, but Charlie had stabbed him in the side while he was moving his arm. Charging at his waist and knocking him right on his ass. The two got into a brutal fight, punches and sharp objects being thrown at one another. At some point, Charlie had started to show weakness. Becoming a bit slower and less willing to keep going. And so, Alex took advantage of this, throwing Charlie into a glass window. Face first. The glass shards had dug into his neck, a fatal wound. The giant ginger menace had climbed out of the window, his dropped guns in hand, and shot Charlie dead. Right between his eyes. He wanted to be sure that none of his victims survived.

And to ensure that, he turned around to face the terrified and frozen crowd. Alyssa was terrified and shaking at the counter, having a hard time bringing herself to speak. "A-Alex-- we can- we can talk this out-! C'mon- I-I-I-I'll double your pay!" He walked closer, gun aimed at her head. "T-Triple!--" She said, trying to buy her way out. Alex had raised his second gun, rapidly firing two bullets through her chest. "1,000 dollars, down the drain." He said, chucking. Then shooting her in the head to finish her off. He spun his revolvers and turned around, firing without a second thought at the idiotic crowd who decided to stay. Their fault for not running I guess. After they were all dealt with, the man walked back into the kitchen and turned on a deep fryer. Taking paper towels and ripping them up, scattering the bits all over the floor. He then reached over and grabbed an open and half empty water bottle, throwing it into the fryer quickly before running out. 

The kitchen was engulfed in flames, soon spreading to the rest of the building. He didn't bother to watch the place burn, just focusing on going back home and getting himself healed up. He has glass shards in his side, and just generally got banged up. It's a bitch walking home with all these injuries, that's for sure. But at least it was worth it. Worth getting that revenge in, even though those people likely didn't deserve to die. It's Nevada though, so you never really can be sure. It sure as hell felt satisfying though, he craved that feeling. Like he had completed something, done something useful, like he could accept himself. Because that's something he rarely ever does!

I'm sure nobody will accept him after all the shit he's done, killing his parents, killing countless people for his alleged soulmate only to later kill her, murdering his boss and his coworkers in cold blood. Everything was nicer to think about at home, under a stream of cold water. Picking glass shards out of flesh and wrapping scratchy bandages around gashes and stab wounds. The sound of soap gently washing the blood stains on his hands and clothes was a good track to play in the back of his mind as he remembered all the major things he's done. All the milestones, even though most people don't reach them nor care, they're still milestones nonetheless.

God, he really is a monster.