The Way Things Were

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Lex slowly opened her eyes feeling the rain as it began to steadily fall, “What the actual fuck....” She groaned as she pushed herself up off of the wet pavement and looked around. “Where the hell am I?” She jumped as a car horn blared, “Those fuckers left me here!”

“Get the fuck out of the way you stupid bitch!!” The driver yelled before he blared his horn again.

“Fuck off prick!” Lex yelled back as she moved out of the road. She sighed as the driver opened his door, “Look it’s been a long fucking night and I really don’t feel like dealin with your shit right now.” She jerked back as she saw the driver once he was out of the vehicle, “What the hell man...... it’s not Halloween ya know.”

“No shit it’s not Halloween sweetheart, this is Hell and you just fucked with the wrong person.” He grabbed her arm, his cold sharp nails digging into her skin. He grinned maliciously, his yellow eyes shimmering with delight, "Damn, I haven't had a fun little fuck for a while, let me show you around beautiful."

“How about you let go of my arm....” Lex smirked as she searched for visible weapons eyeing a knife she could easily take off of him.

He laughed, his grip tightening, “You really think you can take me? I could snap you like a twig.” He suddenly threw her against the nearby car.

Lex chuckled, “Aggressive much?” She pulled him closer, her fingers finding the hilt of his knife as she kissed his neck.

He groaned, pressing his body against hers. His grip loosened as he leaned in for a kiss.

Lex took her advantage, swiftly pulling the knife from its sheath and plunging it into him.

He stumbled back, pain flashing across his face. He looked down at the knife buried in his chest, then back at Lex. “You’ll pay for that.”

Lex smiled as she waved his gun that she had managed to snag, “Oh....I don’t think I will.....”

“You think a gun will stop me?” He taunted, his eyes glowing with anger. He lunged towards her, the knife still embedded in his chest.

Lex squeezed the trigger, the bullet hitting him directly in the head. He staggered back before collapsing onto the ground, motionless. She pulled the knife out of his chest, wiping it on her jeans. She looked at his lifeless body before turning and walking away from the scene, his gun still in her hand. The streets of hell were filled with sinners, but she managed to blend in, disappearing into the crowd.

After walking a little farther, she found a bar and went inside, taking a seat.

The bartender looked over at her. “What’ll it be?”

Lex put the gun on the counter and ordered a whiskey. The bartender poured it for her, and she downed it in one shot. “Another.” She said, looking around the bar.

The bartender poured her another shot, “Long night?”

“You have no idea.” She said, downing the shot and ordering another. She lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. “I have no idea how the hell I wound up here..... wherever here is....”

The bartender raised an eyebrow as he poured her another shot. “You’re literally in hell....... Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” He eyed the gun and the blood on her shirt, “Looks like you can take care of yourself....”

Lex shrugged, “Yeah.... I guess so.” She took another drag of her cigarette. “No different than my life before I wound up here...”

The bartender nodded. “I can relate” He said, pouring himself a shot and downing it.