Live By The Gun Chapter II

The Wedding

Simon was about to piss himself, never in his life was he so god damn nervous in his life, and he had single-handily killed every made man of the Zucco crime family. He was pacing, as per tradition he left Raven to get ready on her own, and he wouldn't see her until this afternoon. He braided his beard into a fist-thick rope. It dangled just past his chest, and he kinda looked like a Viking. 

"Jesus, Simon. I think this is the first time I've ever seen you sweat." Paul looked at Simon chuckling at his joke.

"Yeah, I think so too, maybe it's the Mexican food?" He looked at Paul.

Paul just laughed. The enjoyed a good chuckle as Simon bit into his burrito. It tasted awesome, he took comfort in its taste, reminding him that yes the shit was happening, he was marrying the love of his life Raven. Holy fuckstick! His heart did a back flip, he so fucking happy, and nervous, happy, scared, terrified. All the conflicting emotions made him feel a bit queasy. He held back some puke before taking a drink of his soda. 

"Just a few more hours and you're married. Seems unreal huh?" Said, Paul.

"Yeah, man. I keep thinking everything that can go wrong will, ya know." It was true Simon was scared shitless of something happening, Raven getting cold feet, a mob hit, flaming purple dragon named Dave, it was all scary to be sure. 

"Don't worry about man, ain't nothing screwy happing today, all right pal?" Paul gave him a reassuring pat on the arm, in an effort to calm his nerves. 

"I know, I know, it's just a scary day."

Paul leaned in a hushed tone so that no one cloud hear him.

"You're Simon fucking Veltar, and you're scared to marry your fiance?"

Did this jackass just try to guilt trip him?

"Not scared to marry her, scared that it's not going to happen." He smacked Paul playfully.

Paul just took a bite of his taco and sipped his soda. They laughed at the whole scene. Simon was being a bit of bitch about the whole situation. 

"I never told her."

Paul stared at him.

"What?"

"I never told her who I was. Who I am." It was true to her he was still the lovable dolt Simon Verta. Not the ex-mob enforcer and small-time vigilante Simon Veltar. The monster cannibal who killed a bunch of people for the mere reason he was bored, fucking bored! He ate them! A freak, beast, killer! Oh God, he didn't deserve Raven, he didn't deserve any of this. He deserved to be hung in front of a crowd throwing fruit at him. 

"We need to tell her, Paul." Said Simon.

"Yeah, but you can't. You can't even see her until the wedding." Paul took a bite of taco.

"Yeah, but you can." Yes, this is a great idea.

"What?" Said, Paul. 

"You tell her and then come back and tell me if she still wants to get married! It's genius." He enjoyed his awesome mind.

Paul sighed and left to go find Raven. Simon finished his burrito and left to blow off some steam at the gym. Of course, the muscle heads were pumping iron, but Simon was more interested in the punching bags  He loved going bare-knuckled against them. He started out with jabs, and the switched to more complex combos such as a jab, hook to the liver than to the temple, he worked his head movement between each combo. He envisioned every bastard that tried to fuck with him the past: Zeb, Bozo, DeLuca, Danny, Stain, Sunny. He hated them all and with every punch, a little anger faded. A little more joy was let in, he became a little calmer. He was so focused on the bag, he didn't notice when Paul tapped him on the shoulder, he spun and punched Paul in the face. Paul was sent sprawling and fell flat on his ass.