SPLATTER (draft)

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It'd been a long night. Dom had gotten off work fairly early in the afternoon and spent most of his free time at the local bar. Not your typical hipster shithole, but a place that screamed trouble and the occupants backed the reputation up. Barfights were common, debauchery was greater, and the amount of testosterone in the room could kill a bull. Shots chipped away at his pay check, dollar by dollar until he decided it'd be best to switch to beer. Convincing himself it was a better alternative to the tequila he was downing, the last thing he needed was third armed battery charge. But the woman eye fucked him at the bar certainly had both of his attention. His jeans had grown tight and he pondered how she would feel under his calloused hands, his own lustful gaze returning the looks across the room. He'd finish his third game of pool, winning the pot him and the opponent had slowly been building before he was pocketing the cash and buying a final round of shots, for him - and the woman, before calling it a night. Half an hour later, he was shoving the brunette into the mattress of her kingsized bed with throaty and desperate moans. Needless to say, he'd gotten a decent nights sleep.

The morning came sooner than he appreciated, his anger a blanket on his mind he couldn't remove as he came to in a room he was vaguely familiar with. He tensed almost instantaneously as he felt the body next to him, the woman clinging desperately to his solid frame. Shoulder tucked into his arm, head resting against his neck he sighed fitfully, a disappointed look crossing his features momentarily before he gritted his teeth. Her leg caressed his hip, her knee gently laying across his bare abdomen - the sheets pooled just above his navel. With his free hand, he pulled his phone from the nightstand and checked the time before he cleared his throat and gave her leg a rough shove. Freeing himself, he stood from the bed - her cute yet annoying noises disgruntling him further. Stepping into his jeans he quickly pulled them up and fastened the belt around his waist before he hear her voice break the morning silence.

"Wait, where are you going?"

It took all he could to not laugh or bite back, his hands moving to pull on his black T-shirt before he was sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his boots. Shuffling behind him he could feel the tension in the air before she was lighting a cigarette and simply leaning against the headboard, watching him. Fastening his boots quickly he stood, turning to face her. Looking over her lithe form as she hid it from his prying eyes, he let his eyes stop at the hem of the sheet as it rested across her chest - hiding her pert breasts from his view. She cleared her throat and his eyes met hers as they both shared the rather unappreciative look before he pulled his jacket off the floor and moved toward her. He could see momentary fear cross her hues before he gripped her jaw in a strong grip, her breath hitching as panic seized her hues. He leaned in close, his eyes darting between her own before he snatched the freshly lit cigarette from her hand and pushed her away again.

"Asshole!"
"Slut."

And with a parting glare, he was gone, the front door to her trailer slamming shut.

Climbing into his pickup, he tossed his jacket onto the passenger seat, smothering the reflective vest under it as he slammed the door shut and quickly started the truck. Gravel flung itself against the material of the woman's trailer as he fled the lot and pulled the truck onto the mainroad, heading back into the city itself. His throat was dry and his stomach empty, the cigarette keeping his desired appetite at bay for the moment as he scrubbed the sleep from his face, the engine roaring as it warmed in the chilly morning. His crew was tasked with replacing some destroyed concrete infront of City Hall, his destination set when he tensed hearing the sirens behind him. Jaw clenched tightly, white knuckles holding the steering wheel he looked into his mirrors as the squad car came screaming up behind him before it simply passed him on the side, the alternative siren wailing the officer's displeasure at his refusal to get over. A finger raised, doubtful the hurried Peace Officer would even see it as the squad car swerved back into the correct lane and continued screaming toward it's destination - coincidentally his own.

Minutes ticked by before he was all but parking his truck onto the curb, the cigarette long since disposed of on the side of the highway. Killing the rumbling motor to his truck he pulled both his vest and jacket off the passenger seat, bundling them onto his lap before he had to lean across the seat to grab his hard hat off the floor. Slipping from the cab he slammed the door, and quickly tossed his hat onto his unkempt head. Shrugging into his jacket, then his vest he pocketed his phone and keys into the same pocket. Leaving his illegally acquired handgun in the door of his truck he progressed onto the sidewalk, tucking his Rosary into his shirt before he paused. The crowd gathered in front of the courthouse was a spectacle to see, but beyond that was the gaggle of media presence and how a clash of Pigs and Sheep argued. It was despicable but he kept a smug look as he approached. Hands stuffed into his pockets he felt the familiar tap of his bladed sheath hitting his leg before he was forcing his way through the fleeing crowd. Looking at the body he arched an eyebrow and nodded his head in appreciation, the brutality of it all something he envied. This killer was good, and he was jealous that someone was expressing themselves while he had to live a somewhat "normal" life. It infuriated him in a sense. An argument was breaking out between reporters and some badges of the force and he rolled his eyes before he felt a presence next to him. His foreman stood next to him, sighing some as he shook his head. They wouldn't be able to work with this body in the way, and that meant he wasn't getting paid. He'd already grown tired of listening to this childish bickering between the Pigs and the Press and decided to voice his own concern. "Hey, Pig, instead of arguing with someone who wants a response out of you - take your foot of your dick and do your job so I can do mine. Get this wrapped up."