The Siren and The Broken Man

Chapter 2

As we walked into the bar, I was blinded at first by the neon lights inside. My eyes quickly adjusted, as I could see all different types of people. Civilians, Bandits, Crimson Raiders. Mia walked me over to a table, helping me sit down in the  odd red chair. It being made of an odd velvet leather, and a dark wood. I held my sode, as I could feel a dagger tapping on my kidneys, feeling like slashes and gashes being burned into them. " Ah! Fuck." I groan, noticing the worry in Mia's eyes. I smile a lil, trying to hide my pain. " Why did you do it? Why did you save me?" She asked me, her voice full of worry and the smell of a faint whiskey on her breath. " Alright. Lets try to tell her why. Tell her that we saved her because we love her. Because she is the only person to care about us." I thought to myself. I slowly open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is " I HAD TO SAVE THE PRETTY BLUE LADY. NO BANDIT WILL HARM THE BLUE QUEEN, UNLESS THEY WANT THEIR INTESTINES RIPPED OUT AND SHOVED DOWN THEIR THROAT." I yell, my mind thinking ," Well, fuck." She blushed deeply, and I looked at her. She looked at me with a shy smile, and softly spoke," That's very sweet krieg." I thought to myself," Well, that works." I smile and wince a lil, the pain more like a hot ice pick digging into kidneys. Shutting my eyes from the pain, I hear a strange, new voice. "Hey there cutie. See you got some battle wounds, maybe I can make them feel better?~" I open my eyes, to see a woman standing there. She is in a slutty circus ringleader outfit, with white pain on her face with make up. I look at her then Mai. Mai looked at me, and spoke," That's Mad Moxxi. She owns the place." I look at Moxxi, and she grins softly. I slowly sit back, as I listen to her. "Moxxi, mind getting us something to eat." Mai asked softly, smiling. Moxxi walked off quietly, and I smile."Thank God. She is so damn slutty." I thought to myself. Mai pushes a beer to me, smiling. "You earned this Kreig." All I could do was grin. For once, I felt accomplished. Like I did something right. I opened the top like it was nothing, then took a big gulp. The alcohol burning my throat a lil as it went down. Pleasant. I slowly look at the girl infront of me. She didn't look like a killer. She just looked like an innocent woman, with the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. A strange man walked up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder. His words slurred, as the alcohol in his body spoke through his words. " Hey beautiful I I got a big bed in a room here. Call it th the pleasure p palace" He stopped speaking for a moment, as a burp escaped through his lips. " How about y you and me ditch this place and have a a night of fun " he grinned. Mia looked at him, disgust covered her face. " No thanks you drunk. Just go back to your bottle." She spoke, her voice a denying force. His brows arched in, as his jaw locked. He backhanded her, knocking her out of the red velevet chair she sat in. I quickly just up, my eyes barrow and pupils dialated. " Touch her again.. I RIP YOUR RIBS OUT AND USE THEM AS A DRUMSET" I growled, fire burning in my eyes. He kicked her hard, his steel toe boot meeting her in the stomach. She yelped, like a wounded hound, and blood drizzeled down her bottum lip. " That's it. TIME TO DIE!" I rush him, grabbing him by his shirt and ramming him into the bar. Pain a distant memory to me, as i begin to send punches of fury at his face. I land 2, then 3 punches. He grabbed a bottle off the counter, and smashed it against my head. I let him go, as he shot his knee up and met my chin with it. I stumble back, then I run at him. He swing a right, and i grab his hand. I twist his arm, pain showing through his eyes, then I drove my elbow down into his arm. SNAP. He screamed and drew a knife. His blade about 6 inches long, he slashed at me. I jumped back, feeling the blade barely graze the bandages. I kick him in the stomach, sending him through the doors of the bar. He fell back and landed on the group. His knife flew out of his hand, landing about 3 feet away. I slowly walk outside, thinking about if I should finish him off. As I step outside, I see him on the ground. A revolver in his hands.