Disparate || Ethan Dolan a.u.

001

important: this scene is set in the future

Narrator POV

silence.

Silence is the only sound in the room as he walks into the crowded café. Not even the sound of eating utensils clanking against plates, or even soft mumbling of people conversing with one another is heard.

It's just silence.

He strides up to an empty table and takes a seat; but he takes pride in knowing that even if the table wasn't empty it would be, as soon as he glances in it's direction.

The man was instantly accompanied by a young boy who was there to take his order. "M-mister Dolan, what can I-i get for you, sir?" the boy nervously asks looking at the top of the mans head due to the fact that his head was down.

"water." he replies looking up at the poor boy, but not with a smile. Oh no something much different. Ethan Dolan was looking at the waiter in front of him with disgust. The thought of his innocence and humility filled him with pure abhorrence.

"Y-yes s-sir it will be r-right out!" he rushed quickly leaving Mr. Dolan's petrifying gaze.

The man that hates the world and everything and everyone on it, sits quietly in the back of a newly empty café, feeling no emotions aside from hate. This man was a proud man, a secretive man as well. No one knows much about Mr. Dolan, they are just told to be afraid of him, cross the street if you see him, stand up if he needs to sit down. No one knows why they need to go out of their way to appease Mr. Dolan but no one is daring enough to defy the unwritten rules. Ethan Dolan is a loathed man but no one could come close to hating him as much as he hates the world.

The café bell rings indicating that the door has opened inviting new customers in. A lanky body shuffles into the room; his jet black hair slicked back by his own grease. His black trench coat is slid off his shoulders and his dirty leather gloves are removed. He sits at a small table by the far left window and the same young boy rushes out to take his order, but not even taking a side glance at Mr. Dolan. The two men soak in the silence for a while until Mr. Dolan speaks up.

"It's rude to fucking stare, prick." He spits, loud enough for the man to hear but the man doesn't comply to his demand, which irks Mr. Dolan to no end. The greasy man slyly smiles as he sees Mr. Dolan's knuckles turn white from his clenched fists.

"Calm down there Dolan, I'm not trying to start trouble." He raises his hands in defense.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ethan seethes. Glaring daggers at the man's face.

"I don't think my name concerns you , sir." he chuckles, almost bringing Mr. Dolan over the edge.

"Where's my fucking water?!" Ethan roars causing the old woman at the register to jump and run to the back.

"Pretty boy stomps his feet when his magic wand doesn't work, am I right Ethan?" the man darkly chuckles. Ethan ignores him and stares down at his table. "Are you having daddy issues? or did your girl leave you?" he asks in a mocking tone. "oh wait, you probably killed her, slit her or maybe you went with the good'ol bullet thru the skull?" the man suggests causing Ethan to flip the table over and start to walk towards the door, but a voice stopped him. "or maybe you let her take her own life away?" he chuckles and just as Ethan was half way out the door the man calls. "Just like Cameron!" seconds later a bullet flies through the center of the left window; shattering it along with the greasy mans skull, ending his life in that small and now empty café.

and the tiny café was once again engulfed in none other than; silence.