Her Wendigo Chapter 2

Prologue

Mark sat in a bar at one of the tall stools at the counter. Glass and cigar in hand. The large ice cube that was once in his cup had already started to melt away, diluting his beverage. Too much was on his mind.

Anything going through his head really didn't matter now.

The windows were pitch black, showing nothing but a black abyss. The lights were dim letting shadows loom around corners. The lack of light that could shine out the widows did't reflect off of the sidewalk or the street past it. Simply because there was no sidewalk. There was no street.

Here, there was just a bar.

Nobody else was in the bar except for the bartender who lacked a face and wore black slacks with a black dress shirt lined with red stitches. He was busy shining the glasses on the counter near Mark.

Old, slightly static music played quietly in the bar. The music was nothing Mark ever heard of before. None of the instruments sounded familiar and he could not place what genre it could be.

Nonetheless it fit the bar's dead aesthetic.

The chime from the door brought Marks attention. He smiled when he saw the mans face. A very familiar face.

He didn't bother to say anything till the man took a seat next to him. The man stood taller than Mark, remarkably taller. Wordlessly, the bartender brought him a glass filled with whiskey.

"You know now that I'm dead she'll come after you herself." Mark stated as he finally decided to sip from his diluted beverage. He eyed the man as he sipped his drink.

Vex sipped his own loving the taste, he swirled the cup around before getting another larger drink of it. Alcohol always tasted better in the afterlife. "That was the plan."

Mark huffed and sipped his drink again, "I shouldn't expect an apology should I?"

Vex smiled as he shook his head, "I would have made your death quick if you haven't gotten between me and Lia."

At first Mark didn't say anything he looked down at the counter and took in the grain from the wood counter. It was sanded out nicely and had a very dark stain.

"Even if I wasn't sent by her I would have still interfered." Mark voice was level but Vex was very clear of his rising anger. "I believe that it was wrong for you to take her like that. You may have good intentions Vex, and I believe that you do. But your actions are still sometimes pretty shitty."

Vex chuckled at the smaller mans anger that has now noticeably risen.

"I just have my own way of getting shit do—," his head spun to the door in the middle of his words. His face slightly strained.

Mark observed Vex's tighten grip on his glass and glanced at the door too, hoping to see what has suddenly reached Vex's attention. Mark didn't say anything and waited for the man to do something.

Vex rose from his chair, almost knocking his drink over. "I must go."

Mark frown deepened as he turn back to the counter away from Vex. "Stop by my grave when you get the chance."

With a brisk walk he stepped out the door and disappeared through the darkness. Not saying another word to Mark.

Mark sipped his drink. His thoughts still just as murky as before. The bartender continued to shine the same glasses.

Vex traveled through the black abyss. With a glowing light revealing itself he picked up the pace. He rushed into the light and found himself thrown back on earth. All the sensations that where muddled in the afterlife grazed him harshly. It used to always startle him when he was younger.

However, he was not with Lia in bed where they had both fallen asleep together the night before.

He was restrained in the back of the vehicle. With a faint smell of smoke and blood.