Cloudy Days

Chapter 1

Today's day wasn't such a great day. Most of the time it goes by well, like any casual day and others end up with some consequences but it then ends with its little happily ever after. Yet this time it backfired terribly... and Yarso has to pay for it... again.

Damn am I hungry right now. He was able to dodge and or block most of the hits from the Ringer A.K.A. Ualnor with a few chairs and tables across the bar.

"Your gonna pay for all of that too Yarso!" He yelled.

Ualnor's yell was even able to pierce through the crowd's cheering and their occasional toast to another good fight down in the Snake pit... what a stupid clichéd name. "Yeah yeah sure Ualnor just give me a loaf and a beer and I'll be on my way."

He received another decisive hit across his face, bruising his right cheek and changing color instantly, and a tooth ache to top it off.

If I had just taken that cheese wheel from the fromage shop this would be a lot easier.

Ualnor came charging at him, his face red and littered with rage, all he needed were some horns and a nose piercing and he would look like a maddened bull charging at his red target. Yarso jumped out at the last second and hit the wooden floor hard of his chest. Beer was poured over his face by someone in the crowd, cooling his right cheek with its smooth touch and strong stench.

Ah yes, the green disgusting liquid that I never get tired of.

He licked off the beer closest to his mouth, tiled his head to the right and noticed that the counter had been cut open from Ualnor's charge. When Ualnor gets angry its as if a demon has taken control of his soul, and it's really easy to get him angry.

"Kick him in the nuts Yarso!" said some anonymous voice

He looked at Ualnor in his still immobile state and wondered about the opportunity. He would do it but he felt that would be too much for poor old Ualnor, the guy was somewhere in his forty's after all, we should respect our elders... kind of. The licks of beer got into him and he decided to go for it. He ran across the arena circle the crowd made and at the last few steps he pushed his leg backward and rushed it towards Ualnor's groin. A loud groan from the Ringer came soon later and so did roaring laughter from the crowd.

"I'm no one's little bitch now!" Yelled Yarso as he raised his arms in triumph to the crowd showered with mirth as if laughing gas plagued the area.

I heard it smells just like farts but it feels good afterward. I might try it someday.

Yarso then turned around, arms still raised in his fearless endeavor saw in what was a second or so Ualnor's fist all up in his face. After that he walked in a drunken state of motion for a few steps.

Why do I even try playing hero in this dump?

After his sixth step he fell to the ground and everything around him slowly fading away into an endless dark abyss.

The next day emerged as Yarso saw from the sun rays passing through the window of his room. He scratched his curly hair while squinting his eyes from the sunlight and turned away to stare at the ground and then to his room, messed up as it always was.

I wonder when I'll fix this place up.

He moved his tired head to the shelf nearby and grabbed what seemed to be the ruins of a copy book. It was stained with liquids of all kind mostly beer and a dash of urine covering large parts of the cover page and swallowed by the copy book into its pages, making them all moist and useless.

Yarso held his breath as he turned a few pages of doodles and other scribbles, trying to avoid the more moist parts as much by using only two fingers placed at the edge of the paper until he reached a page with the word "check list" covered in flashy lines extending and forming an oval over the two words. He looked below it and saw three sentences with boxes to their left side.

Do something productive, don't piss off Ualnor, and clean your room.

He glanced at his room another time. It seemed even worse than it was 3 minutes just now. Random objects ranging from things like plastic gloves to pieces of a guitar were put in arbitrary places, mixed with old worn out food with its own colony of mold with an array of different colors.

Well... I should at least do the third thing on my list... tomorrow.

He fell back to bed with a sudden rush of relaxation easing his nerves after which he entered an abyss but in a more subtle and peaceful way this time.

"Get up Yarso!" Yelled Qualo

"I'll be there in a minute." Said Yarso as he was trying to enter his deep sleep.

"You do remember you have a job right?"

Yarso didn't respond hopping Qualo might stop bugging him.

"Ignoring me won't help Yarso."

"Just a minute Qualo." Yarso wobbled his head across the pillow seeing which part is the coldest to relax on.

"It's already been a minute." Responded Qualo

His voiced disturbed Yarso's deep sleep again. Can you just shut up Qualo

"Well I'm gonna have to do it." Said Qualo

Yarso didn't pay attention and went back to sleep. For a minute there was serenity as he was in his abyss getting him closer into deep sleep.

Until a thin sheet of water came over most of Yarso's body. Yarso jolted from his place, the cold water making him shiver and made all his clothes look just like his copy book.

"Why the hell did you do that? I told you I was gonna wake up!" Yarso said in annoyance

"I used to believe that sentence two years ago, but not any longer."

"So you throw a bucket of icy water at me?"

"It's either this or blow horns, pick your choice."

Yarso grumbled taking off his wet and sticky clothes from his body and dropping them on the ground, adding more to the mess and went to his closet to fetch a new pair.

"So where is it going to be now?" Said Yarso

"Just another client job"

"Again" Yarso said annoyingly as he was struggling to put on his clothing.

"Yes but this is this time it's another politician and a quite important one, so remember to not under any circumstances mess this up."

Yarso's face grew regretful. There were many times where he failed to get the job done, which led to less money in the bank. He went back to his closet and reached for the lower drawer which contained a surplus of weapons ranging from knifes, handguns to sniper rifles. He took a magnum .45 another cheap looking gun and a knife and threw them on the bed beside him.