Reaper Chronicles

Bar

I smile as I walk into the old bar and look around, scanning everyone's face as I look for my target.
I spot him in the corner and walk towards him, waving at the bartender as I slide into the other side of his booth.
"How're you doing today, sir?"
I ask with a smile as I lean back and get comfortable.

"I guess I'm doing alright."
He says in an uncomfortable tone as he watches me.

"I'll have to glasses of your finest jack for my new friend and I here."
I say with a laugh as I run my eyes up and down the bartender.
He's a big dude but nothing I can't handle.

"Damn, I guess I have made a new friend."
The man says with a slight laugh as he relaxes and takes a deep breath.

"Well, I always try to treat my targets with a little respect."
I smile as the bartender delivers our drinks and I take a sip.

"Your what?"
He says with a confused face as he grabs his drink.

"My targets."
I say simply as I cut my eyes towards him.

"Buddy, I think you got the wrong guy."
He says with a smile as he grabs his pistol, unlocking his holster.

"Before you pull that out, I'm gonna give you a proposition."
I say with a laugh as I continue watching him.
"If that pistol leaves your holster, I'm killing you and your goons."
I snarl as I take another sip and identify three other guys that are with him.

He watches me and I can hear his thumb brush over the hammer.

"Call my bluff, please."
I say with a wicked smile as I lean my head back and finish the glass.

"What's this proposition?"
He asks and watches me with a worried look in his eyes.

"Russian roulette."
I say in a simple tone with a smile as I pull out my revolver.

"You're crazy man."
He starts laughing nervously as he looks towards his men.

I snarl and stand up, unholstering my Beretta and putting a bullet through each of the men's heads.
I turn back and holster my weapon, before sitting down again and leaning back.
"Now that the distractions are out the way, we can get down to business."
I growl as I pick up the revolver and unload every bullet but one.

"You can't be serious."
He says and watches the pistol.

"The way I see it, you have two choices.
Play the game and one of us dies fairly
Or
Pull your pistol and die without any chance."
I say softly as I spin the cylinder before slamming it back into place.

He takes a deep breath and looks at me.
"Let's play."
He says in a defeated tone as leans forward.

"Before we play, are you a god-fearing man?"
I ask with a laugh as I look him in the eyes.

"Yes sir."
He says in a kinda shaky tone.

"I'm not."
I say as I maintain eye contact and place the barrel to my temple, cocking the hammer back and pulling the trigger...

"Click."

I set the pistol down and laugh slightly.

He watches me with a look of pure fear as he picks up the pistol.
He starts to move it towards his head, but last second he aims it at me.
"Are you gonna make me pull the trigger?"
He asks with a slight smile.

"I'm not gonna make you do shit."
I laugh slightly as I lean forward and grab his glass, starting to sip on it.

"Click."

It's like all the air was sucked from the room.

"You're a Fucking idiot."
I say with a loud laugh as I lean my head back and finish his glass, before throwing it directly at his head.

"BOOM."

The gun lands on the table as he's knocked from the booth.

I reach out and casually pick the pistol up.
"Get up."
Is all I say as I watch him wipe the blood streaming down his face, it's gushing from the gash in his forehead.
"I'm not gonna kill you when you're on the floor like a bitch, get the Fuck up."
I snarl and grip the pistol until my knuckles are white.

He slowly gets up and slides back into his side of the booth, watching me and the pistol in my hand.

"I gave you a chance and you took it for granted."
I growl as I watch him.
"When I asked if you're a god-fearing man it was kind of a dumb question."
I say with a laugh as I cock the hammer back.

"And why exactly is that?"
He asks and watches the pistol.

"Because you have no reason to fear God.... You should fear me."
I say as I put the pistol to my temple, pulling the trigger and looking into his eyes.

"Click."

I cock the hammer back again and put it under my chin, pulling the trigger as I laugh.

"Click."

I move the gun back to my temple and cock the hammer back once more.
"God fears me."
I say in a giddy tone as I pull the trigger again.

"Click."

I can smell the piss running down his leg.
I raise the pistol and cock the hammer back for the last time.
"Any last words?"
I ask and keep my aim in between his eyes.

"Fuck you."
He snarls.

"I would, but you're not my type."
I say with a smile as I pull the trigger and watch his brains hit the wall.
I slowly stand up and grab the bottle of Jack from behind the bar.

The rest of the people in the bar just watch me.

"Drinks are on me."
I say with a laugh as I walk towards the door and head out.
"A reaper's work is never done."
I think to myself as I open the bottle and take a big swig, waiting for my next assignment....