Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

The Man with the Poison Smile

He woke up. He could see the light shining through his light blue curtains. He yawned and sat up. Ruffling through his brown hair, he got out of his big, black bed. Exiting his bedroom, he headed through his living room into the kitchen and started the water kettle. While the water started to boil, he prepared scrambled eggs, baked beans and some toast. The quiet ping of the kettle made him turn around und pour some into a mug to make tea.
After the breakfast, he headed into his workroom, where he booted up his PC and started answering mails. All were concerning the new club he was opening this weekend. The "Firefly", as media called it. Very well, he would accept that name. One mail was from a colleague of him who helped him with the club. It stated that there were a few issues that demanded his presence. He typed a quick answer and shut down the PC. The next hour and a half he gave an interview per telephone.
After all the work was done, he went down into his basement. There was a little studio for him to train. The difference to the rest of the house was almost absurd. This room contained only what was necessary. Weights, ropes, some mats, a treadmill and a punchbag. Every other room in the house held way more items than needed. Everything was luxurious.

He started by stretching his muscles. Arms, legs, wrists, back. Then a few exercises using his own weight. Push ups, pull ups, sit-ups, planking, biceps and triceps dips. Then he went over to use the machines. Once he had finished his routine, he went back up under the shower. The hot water relaxing his muscles. He stood there, hands against the walls, letting the water platter onto his back, onto the two big scars and the many little scratch-like ones.
Once he got tired of standing there, he turned it off and got out. He rubbed his hair with a towel until it was almost dry, then he shaved. While stepping into his bedroom he pondered why he had to go and kick some butts. Ah yes, some of the workers in his club had messed up. Right. Well then, off he shall be. Slipping into his suit, he murmured something about incompetent people.

He picked up some snacks, stuffed them into his bag and opened his front door. "Good day to you Mrs. Selby.", he shouted at his neighbor who was just outside, putting away the garbage. "Good day.", the elder Lady smiled at him and went back inside. He unlocked his car and threw his bag on the passenger seat. Turning the key, his black Jeep woke up with a purr. "Let's go kick some ass.", he murmured.
The club was located in the city. It was 16:45 so the traffic was on the other roads. It was Friday. The day of the opening ceremony. He called his colleague, telling him he would be there in a few minutes.
Upon arriving at the club, he opened the door with a smile. A poisonous smile.