"Well, isn't it obvious to you," Bret said as he took a slow swig from his flask, "The bitch is here for you."

"Mhmm," Magnus said, still with his eyes glued on Michael Sawyer, "I guess you are right, Bret. We do have unfinished business."

As Magnus said that, Michael Sawyer and the two men that were following behind him, glanced around the place, as they did, so too did everyone in the bar stare at them. Then the three of them locked into position at Magnus location, noticing him among the crowd, and silently made their way towards him.

"Well, well, well, for a moment there, Magnus, I couldn't find you among the riff-raff." Michael started the conversation off with. He was in casual cloth, which was more money than all the clothing that everyone in the bar had on their backs. His hair was the color of sunflower blond, sleek and shiny, and reaching up to his neck. He had cold, cruel, blue eyes and a pale complexion. His features sharp and pointy, and he had averaged out at 1.9 meters with a slender frame. He would have looked very handsome and dashing, but that disgusted, sneer of an expression on his face, ruined it all.

Magnus ignored him and his comment, which as a matter of fact, offset a lot of people who were watching him and his crew. The only thing that Magnus would have said to him would be; 'IDIOT! Why in gods name would you even dare to insult these people, you do know that they would literally smash your head in like a watermelon.'

Yet Magnus didn't, let the fool dig himself his own grave, was Magnus only thought. He looked passed him, and faced his two minions, "Lobal and Jovel, what the hell are you still doing, sticking around this asshat? You do know that school is out, right?" Magnus said to them, in a matter of fact tone, like he was giving them the rundown of things.

"You do know that you could ditch him, right?" Magnus then said to the two large and robust men, in a low, conspiratorial voice.

However, the two men did respond, but the only things that escaped their mouths were a grunt and a growl. Magnus shook his head, self-deprecatingly, more to himself than anyone, "Yea, yeah, why do I even try with the both of you." Then he snapped his fingers at their face and asked, "Do the two of you even understand me?" From the way, he said it, in a long-drawn-out manner, as if he was speaking to some children or, better yet, a mentally slow person. It was clear that he was making fun of the two large men intellect.

"Hey," Michael shouted, who was seething the whole time that Magnus was ignoring him and talking to his underling.

Magnus turned around to face Michael, and he looked at him in false shock and surprise, "Oh, Michael, my apologies, I did not see you there." Magnus said as he placed his left hand on his heart and plastered an apologetic expression on his face.

Bret, who was drinking from his cup, on the sidelines, laughed at Magnus's false sense of genteel, then started to cough, as his drink went down the wrong windpipe.

Michael looked from Magnus, the man who shamed him, to Bret, the hobo who dared to laugh at him, trying to decide who to bring down his wrath upon.

Magnus saw that his crowd was starting to get worked up, so he decided to quit with the facade and get down to business. After that, they can get started throwing fists. "So Michael," Magnus asked in a stony-faced manner, "what brings you here, to my small, little, abode?"

"I tracked you down so that I could see you," Michael said as he garnished his teeth together in hate.

Bret, who finally got his cough under control, elbowed Magnus lightly in the ribs once he heard what Michael said. "Oh, Magnus, I do not know whether you should be honored or downright creeped out that he would stake you." Then he started to chuckle at his own joke, but he heard no other laugher coming forth, so he turned to face everyone and saw that they were all looking at him blankly.

He peered around, with his eyes darting to and fro, then comprehension blossomed on his face, and he said, "OHH, so we are being serious now. Well, forget what I said and carry on."

Magnus couldn't help shaking his head amusedly. He glanced back at Michael, who was staring down at Bret and had the look of somebody who did not know what to do with this insect that dared to bite him.

"You still did not answer the matter at hand, Michael, what brings you here?"

Michael, who started to awaken from his musing about Bret, absentmindedly said, "Well, I am here to clear things up, make myself clear, and teach you a lesson."

Magnus plainly regarded the pompous bastard. He couldn’t decide if he should punch the little bitch in the face right now, or to walk away from his self-conceited mannerism. However, he opted to get some answers first. Then he would punch him in the face, later.

"Not only did you have my license revoked, you little bitch," Magnus said, as he couldn't help it when a hint of anger escaped him. "But you want to what?! Persist on with it?"

In a flash, Michael spun around to face Magnus and looked at him with anger, hate, and… a bit of a crazed, maddening expression in his face. "How could you dare ask me if that is enough, HUH? Do you know the shame you have brought on me? They all laugh at me, gossip behind my back. They all think that I am some dickless bastard. All because of YOU. You fucking peasant, you fucking stain."

Everybody was now staring at this spectacle, right before their very eyes, and Magnus was really about to, up it to the Max, 'how could this little shit go on with his bullshit when he ruined my life.'

Yet, he paused when he processed what Michael said, 'what does he mean that I destroyed his life, that was his fiancee who did that, not me. Wait... she couldn’t have, could she? That fucking BITCH!'

Magnus looked at Michael who was now racking up a storm, and sort of felt bad for him, but that feeling was instantly squashed. With that feeling destroyed, another took its place, humor-- humor at the irony, and absurdity of it all. So with all humor that couldn’t be kept inside of the mind or chest, he started to laugh out loud.

Everyone that was watching this drama unfold, which was basically every soul in the bar now, looked at Magnus as he laughed and laughed. His laughter dissolved in tears, and achs of stomach pain, as he continued on with it.

After a long while, he was able to get it under control and wiped away at the tears on the corner of his eyes. “Ah, you are so sad, you pathetic little weasel,” Magnus started off with, “you do not know, do you, huh?” he said as he looked at Micael.

“I never tried anything with her fiancee, she is the one who wanted the D.” as Magnus said that sentence, he once more laughed out loud, but this one was a cruel, barking laugh.

“She is the one who wanted to get it on,” Magnus continued on, as that laugh.

Then Magnus paused and looked at Michael right in the eyes, and his tone was serious. “but I R E F U S ED her,” he said as he snarled out each syllable, “and this how you repay me, HUH?”

Michael, just like everyone in the room, rocked back from the pure animosity coming off of Magnus. Michael looked at Magnus, wide-eyed, and the only thing he could whisper out was, “that is not true.” But it sounded so weak and pathetic that he, himself, would not believe it, if he was in a correct state of mind.

Magnus once again let loose a cruel barking laugh, “Do you know what I think Michael,” Magnus said in a whisper, “I think, deep down you know it is true. But….” Magnus said as his voice started to get louder and louder, “You are too pathetic of a man to do anything against your fiancee. Nooo, you have to go pick on Magnus, who doesn’t have a rich father like you or a gifted mother. You, my man, truly fit the bill of; pick on the weak and avoid the strong.”

Everyone in the bar held their breaths at Magnus outpour of rage and anger, some even had angry looks on their faces, once they heard Magnus plight, especially Aunt Avril, who had pure, unconcealed murder in her eyes.

Magnus stared down at the wretched rich bastard, all of his anger that he locked away, for every day during every moment, ever since he got his license revoked, was on full display. 'It is only him that matters at the end of the day, I do not give a single wick about his plight, it is he, along, who brought about this.'

Bitches would be bitches, and that woman did have a hand in all of this, but it is him who brought me into their drama. 'He did not have the balls to face his fiancee, but he did have the nerve to bring me into it.'

'And that is after all that I have done for him! I could be sticking it into that bitch, and he would have been none the wiser, but I didn’t. And yes, it wasn’t out of decency or virtue that I didn't do it. My reasoning was simple. I didn’t want to be somebody’s boy toy.'

'Nevertheless, when you do a man a solid like that, there is a silent, sacred vow that is made. You make sure not to involve him into your drama! But did Michael do that? NO!'

'And that is what set me off, that is what gets my blood boiling. The injustice, the absurdity, and the bitterness of it all. I did a good thing at the end of the day, and this is how I get repaired, with my life getting ruined.'

'I think that there is a lesson in all of this, but I cannot see it right now. I am more focused on this tyranny that the Heaven, itself is weeping over.'

As those thoughts raced in Magnus's mind, Michael's state seemed to have worsened. The man started to cover his ears with both of his hands as if he wanted to block out what Magnus was saying, and what he knew deep down was all true.

Then he started to rant, very slowly and quietly, “shut up, shut UP, SHUT UP!” As he repeated those two words over and over, his voice started to get louder and louder, and he, himself, didn’t even seem to notice it.

Magnus sneered at Michael’s weak protest, and he even had the desire to spit on him, to get rid of all the disgust and revulsion he felt for Michael. “Look at how feeble you are. It is no wonder that your fiancee wanted to cheat on you. Who wouldn’t, when they have a sniveling, little swine of a fiancee, like you.”

Michael looked up from his feeble positioning and faced Magnus head-on. No longer was there any rational thought behind his eyes, all that was left was a crazed look, “I said, SHUT UP, you peasant. You are to do as your betters COMMAND!”

Magnus' eyebrows went up in shock and incredulity at Michael’s statement. Then he did they only thing that all men can do in pure absurdity, he chuckled. “What are you, Michael? A noble in a medieval time period?” Magnus asked, but he did not expect an answer from the fool, nor did he care for one. All he cared about was making his words burn through the basterds flesh, since from the state of him, it seemed to be working perfectly.

“Anyways, why should I shut up?” Magnus asked as he shrugged his shoulders, “I have been only telling the truth. And do you know what else is the truth, Michael? I think that your fiancee, at this very moment, is fucking somebody else.”

At Magnus retaliation, everybody, whether it be Michael, his goons, and every soul in the bar who was watching this spectacle, was utterly silenced. Then as if the mood had flipped on its head, all the occupants started to laugh. Even Michael’s two goons had a flash of a smile on their faces.

However, the only person who was not laughing was Michael, as he had an expression of pure disbelief on his face as if he could not believe this was happening to HIM. Then it transformed into anger, his eyes passed through everyone, as if he was remembering all their faces.

Then his head whipped around to the sole perpetrator, Magnus! “You brought this upon yourself,” Michael said in a whisper, and Magnus, who was closest to him, was the only person who heard him over all the laughter. Magnus looked at Michael, curious at what he meant, and a bit… fearful.

In a flash, Michael reached into the inner pocket of his coat, Magnus seeing that movement on Michael’s part, did not like it one bit. So he got up from his chair, trying to reach towards Michael and stopping or delaying whatever Michael had in store.

But Magnus was too late, Michael pulled out a laser blaster from his coat and pointed it at Magnus. “I told you to SHUT UP, Magnus, now look at what you made me do.” Everyone in the bar quieted down once they saw where Michal was heading with this.

“And all of you,” Michael shouted as he waved his blaster over the crowds’ head. “You will all pay for this insult, you miscreant.”

But whatever Michael was expecting, when he throws around his usual threats, he did not get it here. Nobody shivered or coward like they normally do when Michael gets wrath, no, it was far from it, really. Every occupant looked at Michael with a blank stare, and then as if they all came to the same decision, they too started to get out their own weapons. Knives, guns, blasters, daggers, chains, and even a nunchucks appeared all around.

Michael just looked gobsmacked, at this unruly display of disobedient and defiant against HIM. And just like in all matters that he could not handle, he turned to the one thing that always saved his hide. “Do hoodlums even know who I am? I am Michael Sawyer!”

Nobody responded to or acknowledged Michael’s declaration, not even a hint of recognition passed through the crowds’ face. Seeing that, Michael went on, since that was the only thing he could do, “My mother is the B-ranked, gifted individual, called Red Hurricane, and my two older brothers are Yellow Cyclone & Blue Typhoon!”

“Michael, Michael, Michael,” Magnus said as he clicked his tongue in disappointment, while slowly and carefully making his way, closer to Michael. “Can’t you tell, you fool, that nobody here gives two fucks about who your parents or brothers are? Meaning that you are just like us, a nobody. Because that is what you really are without your parents or brothers.”

Michael spun around to face Magnus, with his blaster too, wheeling around to face Magnus, and as he gripped the blaster, it shook in his arms.

'Nothing was going his way, today. Not only did he not receive a hint of respect from any of these ruffians, but he was also had been threated, laughed at, humiliated, joked about, and so much more. And it all stemmed from him, MAGNUS, Michael thought with pure malice. If only he could get rid of him, Yes! Then all his troubles would go away, he could go back to the way things were, before.'

“Michael,” Magnus said, “Do you think getting rid of me would end all of your misery?”

Michael immediately reckoned back in fright and shock at Magnus question, who did he Know?

But what Michael did not know, was that he was as easy to read as a book. His emotions and feelings where apparent for all to see, mostly thanks to the lack of control he was showing, and the state of mind he must be in.

“Michael, how I knew that does not matter,” Magnus said in a whisper-like voice of the devil, “What matters is, does ending me stop all this suffering you found yourself in?”

“Ye-.. yes,” Micheal mumbled out weakly, “And I will get away with it,” Michael said, not daring for a single second to place any thoughts into what Magnus asked him. “Yes! Just like I got away with getting your license revoked. Yes, my mother will come through, my brothers will help me. Yes, yes, ye..”

“Michael,” Magnus said once more, in a calm manner, “you are not asking yourself the true question, will everything go back to normal?”

And under the slow, hypnotic questioning of Magnus, for the first time, Michael mulled over it, and the very idea hurt him. Expressions of pain, agony, and suffering pasted through his face, so he immediately cut it off. His face went slack, and he said coldly, “It does not matter, you will have to go Magnus. I will have to ki-..”

Before he could say any more, Magnus was upon him. He punched Michael in the stomach, making curl up and his already weak and shaky grip over his blaster slacking for the briefest of moments. And Magnus took that window of opportunity, easily making Michael part ways with his blaster.

The two goons of Michael, who were so enthralled at the drama unfolding before their very eyes, finally woke up from their stupor, once they saw that their master was in danger. But Magnus cooly pointed the blaster at them, and said harshly, “Take one more step and there will be a 3-by-3 hole in your forehead. And I am not like this bitch over here who will stutter.”

At that threat, the two large men froze in place, with their eyes betraying a hint of fear.

Once the two stayed where they were, Michael saw it and immediately started to get restless, so he shouted at them. “What are you two idiots doing, get him!”

Very calmly and cooly, Magnus flipped the laser blaster end over end, and taking the butt of the blaster he smacked it right against Michael’s nose, producing a loud, wet crack.

“AAAA!” Michael shouted as surprise transformed into agony, the two goons of Michael tried to take another step forward but they meet the empty gaze of Magnus, and instantly stopped in place once more.

With no hint of emotions, Magnus simply said to them, “that will be your first and last warnings,” and without giving them any more of his attention, he turned from them.

Unknowingly with that display, the two brutes lost all courage and started to shiver in their boots, as fear and terror coursed through their veins.

Michael, on the other hand, continued on with his shrill screaming, not showing any signs of stopping.

But Magnus had something to say against that, taking up the but of the blaster once more, he cuffed Michael on the back of the head with it, and said to him very frigidly, “Shut up.”