The Bar From Hell

The man in the blue suit

You've been only working here for a week, and the things you seen. It sends shivers down your spine. The boss though, when you think of him, your mouth waters. As of now, you were serving drinks, letting the men or women touch you for tips. If they got to close the man in the blue suit growled. He would walk over and tell them. "No touching the girls unless you pay for it." Even if they did, he still come up with a smart ass remark. You didn't know him, but he seemed...different, but that was all the main heads. Each morning he just there, behind the bar, serving drinks, and just watches everything going down. He sighs each time work ends or starts. You wonder what's his deal, when you look closer. That's the same suit as the days before.

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"You wanted me boss?" The man asked, and the boss nodded.

"Shut the door." He replied softly, the man sighed shutting the door. "Thank you my man~."

"Sir, you know your silver tongue doesn't work on me. Never has and never will, so that's enough of your sweet talk."

"That's what i like about you." The boses voice lost all it's sweetness. It was rough, mean, and old. His eyes went dark, his breathing slow. He was no longer the man everyone though he was. He was the killer the man in the blue suit came to know and work for.

"Thank you sir." The man bowed and the boss smiled.

"It's good to be like this time to time." The boss put his legs up on the desk. "Reminds me where I came from." He looked at his hand then clenched them it into a fist. "The thing i had to do to get where I am now." He grinned evilly. "The people I hired."

"Sir you're to kind." The man smiles his eyes glowing with murder. "I am no normal person."

"No your not, your my killer." He smiles a little and put a finger to his mouth, then ran a finger on his neck, then slipped the man a envelope. "Oh, one last thing, man in the blue suit...well two."

"What is it sir?" The man asked slowly turning towards the door.

"Watch the new person." The boss smiled. "They seem...promising, worth a lot." The boss purred gently. "People would love to pick her up. She goes when I say. So don't let them get damaged. I don't want my clean toy dirty, or worth less." The man in the blue suit nodded and smiles small. "Yes, any way possible. Finally." The boss breathed a chuckle of annoyance. "Get a dam short name."

"Yes sir and no sir." The man smiled. "You know why it is like it is." The boss nodded and waved him out. The man in the blue suit shut the door and open the envelope. He smiled looking at the face, remembering it, then taking a cigaret out. He light it and then lit the picture on finger, droping it on the brunt wood floor. He smiled, slowly walking out of the back halway. He looked and saw the new kid, and nodded at them. He could see why the bossed like them. A clean untouched body and mind. He was sad that he wasn't gonna be the one to ruin there world.

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"Hey! Where the drinks?" A man ask you as you walk by.

"Did you order any sir?" You stay polite, which seems to only piss the man off more.

"I did, but looks like I'm having desert early~." He smiles standing up.

"S-sir, you can't t-touch me without paying." You stamer out, but the guys slowly backs you in a corner then put a hand on your throat, slowly choking you.

"Who's gonna stop me? I want to see you in the back alley in..." The man smiled thing how long he wanted to wait. What did this man want with you. You just a job and money, you calw at his arm, but it's to tough for you. He squeeze tighter, air coming out, as you slowly go limp. "Lets say..."

"Never." The man in the blue suit replied, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it, with a pop~! The man scream in pain dropping you, the man in the blue suit leads the man out, and you walk far enough behind him, to be unnoticed but still hear. "The boss was dying to meet you. I think he would love it better though. If you never show up again." The man in the blue suit left the bar. You heard a small gasp of breath then silence. You run out a moment later, to see the man gone. The man in the blue suit cleaning red from the ground sighing. "It's a dam shame that men with money, make filthy messes."