The Adventures Of Sick Bastard

Part 2 of 5

The sun was slowly setting, willowy shadows stretched across the streets, while a mild wind breeze brought a pleasant chill into the scene.
Sick was having some trouble finding the pawn shop since it was located in a district unfamiliar to him. Lost and tired, he was starting to worry if he will make it in time to seal the deal. What if Ron decides to close it after all? All the gore would have been in vain... and even worse, he would still be broke!

Sick was passing a fast food restaurant when he accidentally bumped into a tall, intellectual-looking man. Since the streets had been completely empty for quite a while now, Sick decided to ask the man for directions.

"Excuse me, I should have been more careful. " Sick apologized, however, the man didn't seem to be upset, his face stayed still.

He patted down his coat and then turned to Sick, "Don't worry. People never seem to notice me..."

Sick took a better look at the man and wondered. He looked like a runaway convict from hell... How can one possibly not notice a man so tall and disturbing?! Maybe most people were just afraid of him? Anyhow, Sick had no problem with this man's appearances and felt quite comfortable around him.

He asked for directions, "Say... could you help me? I'm not too familiar with this part of the town, it would be nice if you could point me to the... Ron's pawn shop?"

Curious, the man examined Sick. A small spark gleamed in his eyes as he spotted the bloody heart, which was peering out from a paper bag that Sick was clinching on to. The bag was a poor attempt to somehow mask it, though this turned out to be pointless. By now the bag was soggy, dripping blood and definitely drawing attention to its meaty content.

The stranger showed no ill judgment and kindly answered, "Ron's pawn? It is just around the corner. There," He pointed out, " See? Cross that street and turn left. You will see a bright banner in the distance. That will be Rons Pawn."

Sick sighed happily, "Ah, great!." He decided to introduce himself, "Sick."

The man shook Sicks hand and too gave his name, "Harald..." Then rapidly tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat. "It's getting dark... I better run. Good luck, Sick."

"Thank you. You too have a nice evening." Sick looked into the man's eyes... they seemed so hungry...
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Sick followed the simple directions and finally reached Ron's pawn shop. It was a letdown, garage type looking building. Thick cracks in the walls, moldy window frames. The puke green paint job made things even more unappealing. However, Sick liked the artwork that was painted on the entrance door. It was an automatic door, same as in shopping malls and such. On each side of the door, there was painted a face. One of them seemed to be laughing madly, while the other was screaming in bloody agony... they looked kind of realistic. For a minute Sick admired the fine artwork but it was starting to get quite chilly so Sick hesitated no more and went inside.
Inside of the Shop was much nicer. It was warm and moderately clean, the dusty air reminded Sick of home. The only thing that was quite annoying was the awful elevator music that was playing in the background.
The shop was empty. Cautiously, trying not to knock anything over, Sick went up to the counter and rang the customer bell. Right away someone called out from one of the back rooms of the shop, "I will be right with you! Don't go anywhere!"
"Ok!" Sick shouted back.

While waiting, Sick took a look around. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about the shop... some old books, furniture, jewelry, tableware, just the usual every day pawnshop stuff.... All of a sudden, Sick froze with big staring eyes. The thing that had caught his attention was a large rack, filled with jars and tubes of all sizes. The disturbing part was the content of these containers. Eyeballs.... tongues... lungs, stomachs... hearts... and other organs. Floating in strange luminescent fluids, the organs looked somewhat candied. Sick felt the hair on the back of his neck standing up and his body tense up. It was quite hard to resist the urge to get the fuck out of there but Sick knew that there was no turning back now! He manned up and went back to wait by the counter, the sugary body parts were making him nauseous.