Before The After : a Newscapepro Fanfic

A Bar Behind The City

Years since
the breaking...

In a big city called New York, there was a alley near times square. Go through that alley, turn left and you'll see a door and a sign. Written on that sign is a name. That name is "Troman's Bar". If you choose to open the door there is a man behind a wooden counter. Behind that counter was a massive shelf filled with whiskey and beer of different brands. It looks like any bar that people would go to for the simple purpose of drowning out problems with ahcoal. But that's not the only reason.

F'tang!

The bell on the door of the Troman's bar rang.

A young adult with a camrea for a face walked in. He wore a leather jacket with a plain white shirt underneath it. They were awfully slender and had messy dirty blond hair that for some reason looked too natural to be real. Even thought he didn't have a face, anyone would tell he was pissed.

"I don't serve killers." The bartender said, not bothering to look up. He brutally smashed with a balled up fist on an ant that was on the bar.

"You're one to talk."

The bartender chuckled

"Can't argue on that.
Come on in Cory" He wiped up the ant guts off of the table where Corey was going to sit.

Cory sat down at the bar, staring directly at the bartender.

"What would you like today fine sir?" He turned around to grab any bottle Corey was going to request.

"Answers." He replied.

"I'm afraid that's not on the menu." The bartender's neck twisted towards him with a mocking smile.

Cory kicked the stool away and pressed a knife against the bartender's neck.

"Tell. Me. Now." He weakly threatened. His hands shook harshly. A loud growling noise rumbled from his throat.

"Yeah yeah." The bartender rolled his eyes before sitting down and motioning Corey too do the same.

Cory sat back down, knife still in his hands.

"What new info you want today sir?"

Cory slid over a receipt.

The bartender examined it with no expression.

"I see you found one of my delivery sheets ay?" He tried to look impressed or surprised.

"Why is my father's signature on it?" Cory said sternly.

"Simple, he wanted something heavy so I gave it to him." The bartender snatched a cup from behind the bar and started to clean it up with a velvet cloth.

"But this isn't a receipt for a drink, I'm sure you didn't forget." Corey hissed.

The bartender sighed.

"You're right"
He shook his head at Cory, almost looking disappointed.

"It's a shipment for GUNS."
Cory snapped, stomped his foot on the stool again.

"Your point?"

"You gave him too much ahcoal on purpose and gave him a GUN, didn't you?"

The bartender placed the glass cup he was cleaning on the shelf behind him.

"Maybe"

Corey didn't even bother
responding for a minutes.
All that came out was a silent whisper that only Corey could hear.

"Why..."

The bartender grabbed something from behind the counter. He dropped a thin old paper card inside a wine cup before sliding it over to Corey.

"Summersvile has more answers about your family."

Cory read the piece of paper.

"Go tomorrow or whatever.I bet your friend is coming home from work."

Corey read the card with mixed feelings.

"Why do you trust a government ambassador?"

"I have nothing to lose." The bartender said bitterly. Corey looked up at him, waiting for the bartender to speak about his past crimes.
"Also, whose the ambassador? There's nobody here but you and me." Corey ignored the last part.

"I sold drugs to the worst criminals, I sold bank blueprints to thevies, and I may have committed a few murders now and then.. But that's only the teacup in the ocean of sins I have done."

Corey tapped his fingers down on to the bar table.

"How did you convince the crimin-..."

"Drugs" he indemnity responded.

Silence...

"Why didn't you do that to me?" Corey said bitterly.

The bartender laughed loudly. He clapped his hands together like it was the funniest joke on the planet. "You're a real charmer."

"You have a face of stone Corey.. You just need your voice to be convincing as well." Corey looked up. Then glanced at the card again.

"You can get away with anything."

"..."

"You will have to move away from frisk ya know."

"Why?! It's her birthday! " Corey said angrily.
"Liste-"

"I have to be with her!"

"Corey."

"I have to."

"COREY." The bartender practically screamed.

"You can get rid of that thing on your face.. Corey." The bartender's tone lowered.

He looked up at the bartender's eyes, trying to figure out if he was lying.

"The recovery will take a total of a 7 years though.... To get used to the new face."

Corey stared, his lens wider then ever. The bartender nodded like he read his mind.

Cory ran out the bar before he could say anything else.

"Heh... I may have lied a bit.. But I didn't lie completely."

The bartender slowly walked towards a small hatch on the ground behind the door that said "Employees only"

"Maybe I should hide too."

He whispers as he walks into the room, tears running down his face. The bartender laughed and slid through the door like a lying snake.