Bar-fight!

Drink

He opened the doors and sat down on the stool. He sighed, pulled his mask up just enough to fit the glass into his mouth. His mind raced with ideas of how to cause chaos, wanting to cause pain. All of a sudden, he heard a voice call out to him from behind the bar. He jerked up, looking for who said his name. No one. Not a soul was looking at him, except for one person in the corner, staring at him intensely. The man got up and walked towards Smiley, a cold stare across his face. "Hey, freak!" Smiley looked at him, his terrifying grin stretched across his face from under the small parting in his mask. "You called?" The man grabbed Smiley by the collar of the shirt. "Why're you wearing that mask, hm? Got something to hide?" The man lifted Smiley off the ground. "Why, aren't we all? We're all hiding something from everyone. Except me." Smiley pulled the switchblade that he always had in his pocket and jammed it into the man's side. The man screamed in pain. Smiley kicked the knife deeper into his side, and laughed maniacally. The man dropped Smiley, clutching his side, bleeding furiously. Smiley pulled the mask down, covering his entire face in ballistic plastic. After the man bled out, all hell broke loose. Everyone got up, almost in unison, and started running towards Smiley. He just laughed louder, and grabbed his bottle off of the counter. He smashed it over one of the attackers heads, and jammed it in his throat. He then, quite literally, pounced onto the next unlucky victim. He started punching the poor bastards head in, still laughing. He jumped off of him and grabbed a bar stool, slamming it over someone's head. He then grabbed said person and slammed his head into the counter multiple times, blood everywhere. The bartender called out to him, and jammed a knife into the counter. "Use this!" Smiley nodded, grabbed the knife and jammed it directly into the next person's eye. He ripped it out and tossed it into someone else's chest. He sprinted to the man with the knife in his chest, and kicked it in deeper. He grabbed another stool, but this time he threw it as hard as he could, hitting someone over the head. He then noticed something that shocked him. A large, sharp deer head. He threw a bottle at it, knocking it down, and grabbed his next victim by the shoulders. He ran straight into the deer head, impaling his victim on the antlers. One last man stood, still moving closer, ready to strike. Smiley punched him over the head, and picked him up by the shirt. Smiley walked up to the railing of the second story of the bar, and threw him over the railing, head first. After the last person died, Smiley calmed down, still laughing, but less than before. He walked up to the bar, pulling his mask up again and had another drink. "God damn, Smiley. That was the best you've done here. Next round's on me!" The bartender said, still behind the bar, waiting for another order. "Thanks, but I've gotta go before the cops get here. I think they still don't like me. They aren't used to chaos yet!" Smiley got up from the destroyed bar and sprinted through the nearest alleyway, back to his HQ. That had been a good night.