Bred For Extinction

Found by Passion

The crimson streaks that flow down the flesh find their way to the porcelain, leaving stains that will take force to make disappear. His hair, long and matted, is wet with red fluid. His moustache drips dots that find their way to the most inconspicuous places in the shower. How many times has Dwight been through this ritual bath? The nights spent scrubbing away the horror that he locks in the recesses of his mind. The blood that has flown down the drains of his life, trying to forget all. Too many, so many times has this all happened.....yet this time seems different. This time, instead of the normal nausea that causes his stomach to wretch and his throat to swell so that he may expel its contents, he feels so strong. A strength he has never felt before, as if what he has done is correct. His eyes close, taking in the ecstasy of the power as the scalding water rushes down his frame, and he feels so good. But this moment can only last for so long.

As he prepares himself for sleep, he knows it will not come. His frame pulsating with a power never before felt. Eyes wide with an internal hunger, yet he knows not for what is his craving. Staring hard to the blank ceiling above him as he lays, he gives up, flinging the covers away as he begins to dress.

Dwight's boots clunk down to the pavement before halting, fingers dipping into his vest pocket for his smokes. Lighter flicking to life as it scorches the cigarettes' end, allowing for a deep inhale as his eyes peer down the street, searching for somewhere to bury his mind. The neon sign of the bar that reads "FREDDIE'S" illuminates the night far down the street, but a worthwhile journey Dwight thinks. At least here, he can cloud his mind for a little with something other than his own rampaging thoughts.

A haze of blueish-grey smoke hangs heavy in the upper region of the bar's atmosphere, casting a funny hue over the scene as it mixes with the florescent lights. As Dwight makes his way to the bar, his eyes flash over the patrons.......an old grizzled drunk leans over his bottle at the bar, two men occupy a corner table, and something that could best be described as maybe a woman stirs an orange drink with her finger as she slobbers over words to the bartender. As he takes a stool, the bartender approaches, "What'll it be?"

"Beer," is the only word that escapes Dwight's lips as he flips his cigarettes to the bar surface along with a crumpled wad of bills.

"What kind friend?" the barkeep asks with a lowered brow.

"Do I look like a man that cares? Just cold and cheap," Dwight's features showing his seriousness as he lights another smoke.

With a nod and a shrug the bartender plunks down an amber bottle, his hands darting to retrieve the price from the crumbled bills.

Fingers slide down Dwight's face, as if wiping away his misery before placing the bottle to his lips, letting the cold fluid slide down his throat. A puff from his smoke clouds his vision before turning in the stool at the sound of a slamming door, flipping his long brown hair over his shoulder as he glances towards the noise. The woman that is exiting the ladies' room stops short at his gaze, producing a quick smile before continuing on her way back to her seat at the bar. Once there, she repeatedly glances in his direction and Dwight thinks perhaps his night will get better. After all, he was never one to turn away a member of the opposite sex. Something in his loins craved the feel of their skin against his, their smell in his nostrils. It does not take too many more glances before she is beside him, "It's ok to sit here, yes?"

"Of course, can I get you a drink?" Dwight's hand waves quickly to the barkeep, signaling another round for them both.

"Thank you, yes. I've never seen you here before...new around?" Her eyes question, fluttering her lashes as her slender fingers grip the glass that she sips.

"Hmmm...yeah...new here, I do a lot of traveling...town to town, drifting," His words non-chalant as he catches the two men from the corner table leaving out of the corner of his eye.