❌ Nothing Else Matters [ COMPLETED ] ❌

Chapter One

Two men sat at a round table in the cleared out bar, drinking and telling stories. Beer was flowing endlessly between them as well as drunken laughter and vulgarly pointed towards me.

"Cassandra, fill up another mug!" The man on the left side of the table cried out to me as the door to the hot and steamy bar opened.

Taking a glass cup and pouring the distasteful liquid into it, I marched over, with a smile on my face of course, to the man and set the liquor in front of him. Walking off, I watched the tall man who just entered take a seat at the empty bar counter.

"What can I get you, sir?" I asked in Spanish as I passed by him, making sure to have eye contact.

"Whatever the men behind me are having." He said leaning forward and resting his elbows on the wooden counter.

Filling up another drink, I placed it before him and turned around to see the owner of the bar come in from the back, done smoking his cigarette.

"German beer!" The man sitting at the table cried out in German.

"Of course." Erik said setting the glass down after having a taste of it. His eyes trained on mine as he conversed. The bartender behind me minded his own business as he polished and shined beer mugs.

"You like it?" The drunken man cackled out a laugh as Erik turned around and walked over to the table leaving me to watch the whole mess unfold.

"The best," Erik replied sitting down. "What brings you to Argentine?" With my hand carefully placed around the gun concealed under the bar counter I stood still and picked at my dress.

"The climate. I'm a pig farmer." The same man replied and followed with a horrendous laugh.

"Tailor. Since I was a boy." The other man said leaning forward to be apart of the conversation. "My father made the finest suits in Düsseldorf."

"My parents were from Düsseldorf." Erik said a little surprised.

"What was their names?" The second man questioned.

"They didn't have names. It was taken away from them by pig farmers," Erik raised his glass of beer to toast with the others. "And tailors."

Soon enough, the whole atmosphere of the room became serious and troublesome. As the three of them sipped away at their beers, they exchanged glances at each other until they all finally set down their drinks carefully.

The man who called himself a pig farmer slipped out a knife from underneath the table and tried swinging it at Erik, but he stopped it and stole it out of his hands.

"Blood and Honor," Erik read the inscription on the blade. "Which one would you care to shed first?"

The male bartender came up behind me and placed his hand on top of mine that was still hidden under the bar counter. He slipped the gun out of my hand and pushed me backwards lightly.

"We were under orders..." The man hissed out between clenched teeth. As my hands met the hardwood of the bar walls, I came back to reality.

"Blood then." Erik whipped the knife down and into the mans forearm causing him to scream out in pain and anguish.

The male in front of me moved around the bar and into the area of the table to get a better angle at which to fire the gun at. With a trembling hand he held it out towards Erik.

"Freeze, asshole!" He yelled out in Spanish. He stood there unable to completely comprehend on what was going on.

"Come on, shoot!" The second man said. Erik looked over his shoulder at me, then at the man just feet away from my tensed body.

The bartenders arm shook as the gun moved across his body and the barrel of it was pointed at the second man that was now standing. The trigger was pulled without a finger moved and the bullet was sent flying into the air towards the tailor.

As soon as the bullet struck him, Erik took out the knife from the mans arm in front of him and threw it at the bartender who was stunned and frightened. It hit his stomach and then was sent back into Erik's hand where he jabbed it down back into the forearm before him.

"Who...what are you?" The man stuttered out while holding his arm. I finally broke from my daze and stood up from my slumped position on the wall.

"I'm Frankenstein's monster," Erik said getting up from his seat and walking over to the picture of the captain and crew of the Caspartina. "And I'm looking for my creator."

Turning around he willed the gun in the dead bartenders hand to move it into his and fire at the pig farmer. He leaned over onto the table as the bullet lodged in his skull and blood slowly seeped out of the wound.

"Erik," I whispered as I neared him. "Put the gun down."

"Cassandra, long time no see," My friend said placing the gun on the counter and enveloping me in a tight hug. "Have you been hiding out here all this time?"

"No, I've been following and tracking Shaw." I said releasing myself from his grip. "What about you? You must have been busy yourself."

"I have been doing the same as you," Erik said staring down at me into my emerald hues. "And I have finally found him."

"Good, 'cause I'm coming with you." I stated, brushing past him before he grabbed my shoulder and force me to face him.

"You are not. It's too dangerous for you." Erik said with his hand still placed on my bare skin.

"Shaw has always said I've had great potential and that he would use my abilities and powers in great ways, but what I have heard and seen, I now know that that was all lies." I said moving Erik's hand off of me and holding it in both my hands in front of me.

"Cass," He started and sighed. "You can come, but only as a look out." I smiled deeply and let his hand drop.

"I was going to go either way, with or without you." I said making my way to the door and outside with Erik close behind.

"But you knew you would be safer with me." I could just hear the smirk rise onto his face.

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