Continuous Misfortune

A Monster

        It was a dark and stormy night when the mysterious stranger walked into the bar. The bar was nearly empty only two or three drunk men sat at a table too disolutioned to know what was going on around them. He didn't look at a soul with his bloodshot eyes, his hair was in a mess on top of his head, he looked as if he hadn't slept in days and he looked hungry, so hungry and desperate and angry. As he made his way across the room the bar tender could've sworn that the lights dimmed above him. He went and sat down at the farest end of the counter. He didn't speak, didn't move, in fact he didn't even appear to be breathing. The bar tender, who was a tall middel aged woman with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked at her with a hint of recognition, then looked down at the counter again quickly. She cleaned out a glass in front of him and waited for him to order something, when he didn't she sighed and leaned on the counter.

        "Hey mister?" She asked sharply, no reply. "Sir? I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you don't get anything."

        There was still no reply from the strange man, but the longer the woman looked at him the less he looked like a man, and the more he looked like a boy, and the more he looked like the boy, the more he looked familiar to her. The woman shook her head and checked her watch.

        "Look hon, I'm going to need you to use your big boy words here, can you at least give me your name?" It was no surprise to her that the boy still did not speak. "I'm Margery Cooper, this where you say 'hello my name is...'"

        The boy still did not speak, but did pull five dollars out of his coat and set it on the bar and looked up disgustedly at the bar tender. She looked confused and walked over to grab the money, not taking her eyes off of his sunken in ones.

        "You know, it would help if you told me what you wanted," She had to force the words out. There was something about his eyes that was completely and totally terrifying.

        "Nothing you have on that shelf, just put it in the cash register." The boy finally spoke.

        "Huh, he can speak," Margery chuckled, she couldn't remember now what had frightened her about the boy, she turned to but the money in the cash register. "You've got a name?" But when she turned to face him again he was gone. She gave the bar a once over but didn't see him anywhere. "Weirdo," she scoffed and turned to wash the remaining glasses, but there in her way was the boy, she gasped.

        "How'd you--- your can't be back here." Margery stammered, the man smiled, revealing a full set of sharp jaguar like teeth and she could see a flicker of yellow in his eyes.

        "You had a daughter named Lois," He hissed, coming closer to her. "You were so cruel to her, so very cruel and so something terrible happened, you lost her."

        "Did you take her?"

        "It was all your fault, all of this and you are going to pay."

        "What are you?"

        "They call me a monster," a blood curtling scream sounded but no one heard. The man left ten more dollars on the counter and walked out of the bar. Leaving the remains of Margery Cooper behind the bar, to be found in the morning when the drunks sobered up again.