Abyss of Lunatics

-The dirty deed is done!

A sense of dullness washes me when I see the deceased of the creature I spent a few minutes tearing and humiliating with punches, rocks, hammering and even piss, which was more of a yellow flame honestly, but I still wish to apply more to the meat mess, however is there a way to inflict pain on what has already died?

My hands are covered with blood along with my clothes, the rain in this time of mist would wipe away any evidence that this has happened so there is no reason to worry about the body, any will think it’s a rest of a deer or something like that. Wait a minute, who the fuck cares? Finding a dead body these days is easier than catching a cold

Unfortunately, I may have killed the cunt, but I still need to find out what I should do with those books I found in the shack. If I destroy them, I won’t be able to find out what the thoughts of the dead flesh were, even if they seem pretty much worthless at this point. Anyway, it’s better to drink something to refresh my mind, if I’m lucky maybe there’s a tavern nearby.

Time to get out of this bush as dense as a child waiting for a bright future. One last time I look at my victim and I see a sunflower in the skull, asshole deserved everything I did, I hope she sucks cocks in hell.

After some time walking without a direction I finally stumble upon a road, I follow it hoping I can get somewhere. The cold is already beginning to affect me with green mucus-like the leaves of the trees coming out my nose and my chin stirring like a man with charcoal boots. Fortunately for my joy, a village appeared in my field of vision, hopefully, they might have a tavern with milk , my bones may be jacked , but fuck I need some boost of pure power !

Well, shit...this place is like everywhere else. Houses of ash scattered on the ground, arrows that have missed their target stuck to the walls, the smell of puke and crosses that symbolize the number of people who have mistaken the safety of this place. The only place that seems to have life is an establishment with a guard in the front, having a steamy pile of puke , sorry I mean beer. Not wanting to stay on the outside and get a fever , I get close to him

-Hey, mister, do you happen to have a drink inside? - I ask the stranger .

-Come on, man, we don’t serve strangers, unless you want to make my night more fun. -The guard replied pointing to a dagger at his waist.

-Seriously, would you leave a client out in this rain? What kind of shitty business strategy is this? Maybe this changes your mind.-Shortly after saying this, I showed him three gold coins, appealing to greed which resides within all men , or hoping that he is too drunk to make sense of this .

-Jeez, you’re a retarded fucker ! I warned you ! - Oh, fuck. When he said that he took off his dagger and tried to stab me .

As is my nature, I move to the right and punch the right side of the face of the crook. The impact is so strong that his eyes pop out of his head, leaping teeth as if they were sneeze, and his body tossed against the wall to crumble.

-Fuck, what did you do !? Please don’t...

Without letting him speak his last words, I crush his skull and end another life. The blood and brain that lie inside the headcover part of the wall and floor, a scurvy eye keeps staring at me, judging my actions, his cold hands are shaking, it seems even the dead hate the cold .

To make sure no one inside is alerted, I drag the body away from the tavern, and I don’t want the burial, wasting any more time in this cold is just ridiculous . Also I clean where the guard died with my coat, however this makes it extremely suspicious and I leave it on the outside . It was ugly as fuck anyway , black doesn’t go well with me .

My black veins that bounce off my skin, my fingernails have a blue tint and scars from past fights are all over my hands , but it doesn’t matter, I just need to get in there and relax.

When I enter the place, I notice that the life of the place is coming to its end. The few people who stay here are a bunch of drunk baboons who drink to ward off their sorrows , as they stare at me like a bear staring at a deer, and this smell of alcohol disgusts me. The thunderous silence that’s in the air couldn’t make it any weirder and with the candles being the only source of light, it looks like it’s going to shit, whether it’s them or me I have no idea.

I get close to the bartender, a muscular woman who’s cleaning a mug.

-Ma’am, do you happen to have milk ? - I ask, hopefully it goes better than the last guy.

-We don’t serve children or faggots , it’s wine or beer here . - The giant speaks with the voice of a thousands smokes , clearly even squeezing them I won’t be getting any .

-Would you kindly give me some water ma’ man?

-...3 gold coins.

-So you like stealing from people huh? Whatever , here’s the coin.

-I appreciate your patronage.-The girl takes a canteen of water and started pouring it into the mug , but before giving me the water, she spits in it and gives an evil smile.

I’m going to the tavern corner and I’m taking my spit with me , when shit goes down , I’m gonna make the whore pay !

To pass the time , I see the diaries of the person I murdered, all pages have content but unfortunately, I have no notion of what is written, for I , an old ass man , do not have the ability to read, but still to notice that some things are not even in the alphabet.

I don’t know why anyone would try to write in codes, but it must be something important, so I should figure out what they are . Hell , maybe on my hands lies the key to finding the golden pus-pus .

-GIAGIAGIAGIA ! - I laugh to myself , there is no such thing as blondies anymore , it would be interesting if they existed though , oh well .

The annoying thing is I should find someone who doesn’t try to rob me to read this, but I doubt there’s anyone in this tavern that I can trust .

-Hey, Blondie, can I talk to you for a second?- An old man with a beer belly approaches me.

- Was it the beard or my scalp pubes that was too beautiful to ignore ? - I better be as friendly as possible, despite his unbearable smell of alcohol, I don’t mind kicking their asses , but this water isn’t drinking itself .

-Not really stranger ,but please, can you explain to me what is the tattoo on your neck, it looks familiar.

-It’s a tattoo of a rose . I did it when I was younger when ignorance was bliss and I could piss properly - Shit maybe he noticed something

-The rose can mean many things, excitement, energy and passion. But it is also the symbol of the crown of our Kingdom of Crimsonia. I remember when my daughter got the tattoo and joined the army. My granddaughter was so happy that day

-Where are you going with this? If you’re going to tell your life story then fuck off , I want to drink my spit in peace .

- ... It’s your fault, you know, asshole.

- Dinosaur , you better get out before ya become a fossil and ruin everyone’s day . - Can’t have one day of peace , holy shit .

-It is the war that the two kingdoms crashed to almost a century that is responsible for the world’s end. Plantations no longer produce fruit, citizens become lunatics for their survival, plunder and kill as if it were a sport!

-Complain to mother nature for being such a bitch! - I shout back , my patience running thin . - I’m a victim of the circumstances just like you ! That was ages ago , now fight for the sake of ... me!

-Don’t fucking bullshit me! No soldiers are protecting us, you’d rather kill each other than protect us. My daughter was executed for leaving her post to come here and see her family, I didn’t even get a chance to bury her ! Don’t try to pretend being a human, you big spat!

- Has old age affected your sanity prick ? Or the absence of your daughter mouth on your cock has made you so thirsty , that you want my water !?! LET ME DRINK MY WATER YOU BITCH!

-YOU SON OF A WHORE!

Hate consuming him, he throws his drink On my clothes. The wet sensation of this drink brings me a sense of nostalgia that fills me with bad memories and the burning sensation of acid . With my patience depleted, I take the dagger and shove it in the bastard’s eye.

-You should have let me drink my spit, old man . -I push the body forward, clean my weapon giving a simple jolting to take out the excess blood.

-Grandfather! - The brute comes running in my direction to try to strangle me, unfortunately, she gets me by surprise and holds my neck.

With her brute force, she punches me in the stomach, making me eject the water inside of me, then throws me on the other side of the tavern, as if she were a catapult. I hit some guy who was in the trajectory, luckily my years of training prevent me from going down like a pussy .

When I rise up, I can see that the other drunkies are pissed the fuck off and want to kill me too, using bottles, knives, hammers and fists. Their eyes are lusting for blood , a look that I have seen on multiple occasions, GIAGIA! Time to show these bastards what 6 decades of experience look like!

I grab the body of the stunned guy and throw it in the direction of the mountain of muscles to stun her, soon after comes a chubby with a wooden chair trying to hit her on me like a hammer. From one step to the rear and he hits the ground, destroying the furniture and wood lint fly like butterflies, I take the opening and shove the dagger into his heart. Suddenly, two scoundrels hold me by the arms and prevent me from reacquiring my weapon.

-We’re going to make you sorry your mom didn’t throw you in a creek when you were a baby, mother fucker !

Throwing punches and kicks to my body, a woman comes with a bottle of beer to break in my face, having my arms immobilized, and I kick the bottle out of her hand. As expected, the bottle flew out of her hand, and luckily or unlucky, the drink that was still in it, scattered over a lighted candle, spreading flames through the establishment.

With the three assholes distracted by the fire, I use the opportunity to kick the girl’s chest. When my boot connects to her skin, I can hear a crack coming out of her, along with her last breath.

The man holding me from the left, caught by surprise by the death of the maiden, has his throat pierced by my teeth, causing blood to sneeze inside my mouth and out of his mouth , the mediocre taste of blood settling on my tongue .

I take the guy on my left and turn his neck like a wagon wheel. Now that I’m free, I have three people to deal with and the brute who’s hugging the body of the culprit of this mess. The fire is just getting worse, but I have to worry about the danger that’s in front of me right now.

The Three Musketeers come together to try to kill me, with each of them with a knife in their hand. I take a wooden table and hit them, taking down 2 while the third gets away and makes the attempt to pierce my stomach with a ...butter knife!?

-GIAGIA! - I can’t hold back my laughter , infuriating the guy .

-You won’t be laughing when we make your body a supper!- The y man shouts , clearly showing a bravado rather than bravery.

As expected, he was too slow to hit me and secure his arm. Not wanting to waste time, I kick the knee of the future corpse breaking it and throwing it on the ground while it’s screaming for anguish. Not wanting to open the fan for the two who seem to be getting up, I knee his dirty face, causing a hole untwisted with his nose now stuck in his brain, yet caught his little cutlery, although it’s pathetic, might be useful.

Two of them left, I won’t even give you a chance to get up. Running around like a pedophile after a little girl, I get near the closest to me and I kick her body towards the fire like a dog, luckily he didn’t return to hug me. There’s only one bastard left, whose skull is turned into a crushed watermelon.

Before I can take a breath, a piece of the burning ceiling falls on my shoulder, causing a reaction to the alcohol that grandpa threw at me, resulting in my outfit catching on fire along with my skin. I quickly remove my shirt and start slapping the fire away , leaving me only on my boots and pants

- YOU RUINED EVERYTHING ! -The brute, who just came out of her grief, rushes to me like a bull who can only see red .

I roll to the left dodging the blow, but to my happiness , she catches me with her meaty hand and lifts me to the point of my feet not touching the ground. She starts punching in my stomach that makes me spit water and my black blood on her face, I punch her in the face, but even though my fists are covered in blood and she is disfigured, she remains firm and strong.

I take the butter knife out of my pocket and shoved it in her eye, finally, she starts screaming in pain and throws me on the other side of the tavern .

Looks like her finale has arrived ! I remember the roof is collapsing and I can use it in my favor. I catch the corpse closest to me and I throw it in the sky looking like it will fly up to where the birds are. Upon the object hit the ceiling, pieces of it fall upon my enemy making the titan finally fall. Her burns seem to give screams that only I can hear.

The place looks like a hell of a way to breathe, I’ve stayed long enough in this furnace I must leave this place now ! However , before I could give my escape I had to pick up the diaries and the cup of water, I can hear the yelling of a person who should have had closed his mouth.

-AHHHHHHH! Why are you doing this?! - With her last words , she pleads for an answer.

- Cause your grandpa was retarded! - And with that I jump out the window, leaving her at peace .

The rain hasn’t ceased , but to be honest and welcome this feeling that relieves my burns. I’m surprised by the fall of the tavern and the screams that look like tortured souls, but I’m sure I only left the woman alive, so why am I hearing multiple people? I must be hallucinating again.

- Crazy as always . - I drink the water in one chug and throw the glass at the fire .

At least the diaries are still legible, but I’m not in the mood for celebration, I’m going to get a cold because of rain and I’m shirtless too, to be honest this is being extremely inconvenient. I better keep walking, the road has to take me somewhere.

Anyway, I’m going to get out of here, this is a dead village now, and I’m not welcome here. This place will be forgotten along with the refugees who died.

What they did in this world was meaningless , because of one fucker who did something , I sympathize. I truly do , but it is all water under the bridge