The cool seashore breeze was crashing against me fiercely as I continued to teeter along the promenade. I stumbled a couple of times but I eventually got back up on my 2 feet and prolonged my trek. Nowhere specific was in my head at the time. I just wanted to find a safe place where I could properly recuperate and tried to get rid of the annoying red interface.

“This damn thing is out to mad me!” I walked until I arrived at an old shack situated by the waterfront. 3 hazy figures were there who I identified to be thugs from my point of view. They were leaning against the shack, having a chill time as they conversed with each other. I was going to take a detour around them to avoid the trouble of being ridiculed based on my ragged appearance but then I smelled something that my body was thirsting for.

“Are they smoking cigarettes?” Yes, they were. I went over to get a closer look. There were 2 men there and a woman was standing between them. She looked as if she had bigger balls than the both of them. The others were smoking cigarettes also but she was the only one I saw with a smoke pack in her hand.

I dragged my tired corpse over there and stumbled underneath the lighting in front of them. This wasn’t my intention to look so uncool, however, I couldn’t be bothered by my fall. I looked up at the lady who had various tattoos on her body and asked her nicely, “Hey, lady. Can I get a smoke?”

“Huh?” They looked at me as if I was a piece of shit beneath their eyes.

“Is this man for real?” The woman stared at me strangely while asking her friends, “Where did this old beggar come from?”

The tall man to her right shoulder said, “He smells like a corpse. Hey, Mr Ugly, did you crawl out of the grave or something? You smell like shit.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more.” I agreed with these punks. I smelled so damn awful that even I couldn’t stand my own scent. Before coming here I was thinking of taking a dip in the water but then I thought that the rough waves would have washed away my rotten flesh, therefore, I didn’t bother with that idea.

I sucked up my gangster pride and nicely beg this lady again. “I know I look terrible but I could do well with a smoke right now.”

“You want this?” She took out a cig from the pack and stretched it to me but before I could grab it she withdrew her hand and told me to, “Piss off! I’m not giving a bum my last smoke. Go beg someone else you asshole. Hurry and get out of my bloody sight. You’re an eyesore to look at and you smell damn awful.”

‘The effing mouth on this one.’ After she dissed me like trash, the other man moved his back from the shack and came over to where I was.

“Amber, is this bum giving you trouble, do you want me to toss his stinking ass in the sea?”

The arrogant bitch took a puff of the smoke that I desperately wanted and said to her friend, “He does need a bath.” She looked to the other guy posing against the shack abreast her and asked him, “Chad helped Frank get rid of that rubbish will you?”

“No problem, little sis. Frank let’s trash this hobo.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Both men started approaching me with hostile intentions.

“Please. You don’t have to do this. All I want is a smoke and I’ll be out of your hair. Just one bloody smoke! Can’t you spare me that much?” I pleaded with them but they ignored my plea. They grabbed me up like some dead dog on the street and started moving with me to the edge of the platform to toss me overboard.

I became quite rowdy. “You bastards! Let go! Do you have a death wish? Do you have any idea who you are manhandling?” I tried to scare them away with my identity but they weren’t frightened at all. They told me,

“We don’t give a shit about your identity, you bushy beard bum.”

“Go and wash yourself off. You are stink.”

One of them gripped my legs and the other one held my arms. The lady was only standing back like some queen bee watching everything unfold.

“Chad, are you ready? On 3.”

“Whenever you are ready, Frank.”

“1… 2… 3…”

They swung me back and forth a few times. When they felt that they’ve built enough momentum to finally toss me over, the jacket I had concealing the hole in my chest slipped off and unintentionally revealed my innards to the thugs.

“What the heck is he!?” Frank almost stumbled on his ass.

The other stoned pothead hollered, “Can someone even survive with that type of wound?”

The 2 men were now scared shitless of me. I guess they watched a lot of zombie movies. They abruptly dropped me on the edge of the platform and backed away. Their abrupt action also spooked the little lady.

“What is it, you guys?” The lady ran over to see what had her bodyguards spooked. When she got close and looked down into my chest at my beating heart, she became so shocked that she accidentally slipped the lit cigarette she was smoking into the exposed area of my chest. I could literally taste that damn cig as it burnt away at my heart.

“Kyah! You stupid bitch! You just spit into my chest!” A wave of anger came over me that I’d never felt before, it was as if for that instant I was a completely different person. Sure I was doggone angry about what the lady did but my anger was never expressed as it did then. Soon I began seeing other interfaces popping up.

As these various windows continued to pop up I could feel the cig getting sucked into my heart. I could also feel something shifting around inside there. It was so damn painful that I gave a shrieking cry that startled the thugs even more. I could barely hear their voices through the intense ringing in my head.

“What the hell is wrong with him?” The girl asked her brother who responded,

“I don’t know, sis.”

“Amber, Chad, I think we should get the bloody hell out of here. Right now!”

“I agree with, Frank. Let’s bail, sis.” They started running away from where I was feeling excruciating pain.

When I saw the window that showed 100% Completion came up, my pain tolerance skyrocketed out of the roof. I could no longer feel a thing except for an intense surge of bloodlust that consumed me.

‘Whoosh!’

Smoke began bursting from my chest as if a nuclear bomb had gone off in there. The myriads of windows were no longer clouding my vision. I could see everything clearly. Yes, that also meant that I could see those thugs and that mean lady who refused to give me a cigarette scampering away in the distance behind the squalid shack.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I desperately wanted to tear out the throats of those mean bastards so badly that my appearance became temporally mystifying as I dashed ahead leaving behind me a trail of smoke.

‘Boom!’

I arrived in front of the thugs in a split second. My bloodlust was so compelling that I didn’t even bother being amazed by my earlier speed or the amount of smoke oozing out of my chest.

I looked the frightened trio in their eyes, especially at the selfish lady and said, “I’m going to smoke you up!” My voice came off so sinister that it caused the lady to piss herself.

“No! Stay away from me, you hobo freak!” She hid behind her brother who tried to take a swing at me.

“Get away from my sister, you freak!” He lost his right arm as soon as he threw it at me. “Ahh! My arm!” The stupid punk began to cry while looking at the fountain of blood spewing out of his severed limb. He was screwed by his pain so roughly that it caused him to quickly pass out.

“Hmm?” While inspecting the arm I had in my grasp, something forced me to hold it up and squeezed out all of the blood into my mouth. It was a messy process but I felt like I’d gained a bit of strength; blood spilt all over my face and dribbled down my bushy moustache.

While I was relishing the taste of fresh blood, something that I didn’t normally do, another series of windows popped up.

This annoying thing started showing up again; I tried swatting them away but to no avail. After I drained the arm of blood, I tossed it on the ground then gave my sinister attention back to the 2 punks.

“Jesus Christ! He tore off Chad’s arm like a twig! Is he dead!” The lady shrieked at the top of her lungs while clinging tightly to the other thug.

I told her, “Your God won’t be saving you tonight!”

“No!” She pushed the thug ahead of her while remaining behind him. “Do something, Frank! Go kick his ass!”

The youth refused to approach me. “What The heck do you want me to do, Amber? Your brother just got his arm torn off. I don’t want to end up like him!”

She continued to verbally bash his mien. “Aren’t you a goddamn man? You’re supposed to protect me! Grow some goddamn balls for Christ’s sake!”

“Protect yourself, bitch. I’m out of here!” He started to run away and I allowed him this head start. My main focus was the disrespectful bitch who refused me a cigarette. I wasn’t lying when I said I was going to smoke that ass.

“You’re next!” I told her.

“No!” She began begging me to spare her life. “Please don’t kill me, mister! I’m so sorry about what I did to you earlier. Here is my pack of cigarettes, you can have it all! You don’t have to kill me!”

I shook my head. “It’s too late.”

“Please, if the smokes aren’t good enough what about my body? Don’t you find me attractive? I can do things that no other chick can, want to see?” This lady tried to lure me with her puny seductive tactics. She thought I didn’t notice her reaching for the knife behind her. What a stupid broad.

I decided to play her game. “Yes, you are very attractive,” I told her while slowly stepping forward. “Drop your panty to the ground and turn around. If you satisfy me I might consider letting you go.”

“Alright, I’ll do as you ask, ok? Just please don’t kill me.” She complied with my request. I could tell that she resented Frank running off and leaving her behind. She kept glancing afield at him while she undressed. That punk was so scared that he couldn’t even run properly.

“I’ll deal with that one later.”

“What did you say?” She overheard me talking to myself and hesitated to pull down her panty. I told her to drop it. “Ok! It’s off! Please don’t kill me.”

This lady was starting to annoy me. Every 2 seconds she kept on repeating not to kill her, not to kill her. I wasn’t even spanking her ass yet. How was I supposed to enjoy taming such a frightened kitty cat?

In light of this development, I told her, “Your irritating voice just killed my boner. Therefore you will have to pay the price.”

“No! Please don’t!” She tossed the knife at my head and started running away but she didn’t get far because her panty which was still wrapped around her ankles, caused her to fall over into the grass.

“Somebody help me! Somebody help!” She screamed and she screamed but no one was around to hear her crying voice. Had the party mongers were still having the rave atop Sunflower hill then probably one of them would have heard her and come down to her rescue but that would only mean more dead bodies. Once I made up my mind to kill someone, they were going to die without any exception. This rule of mine was absolute.

“It seems I can’t afford to be wasting any more time.” My sensation of pain was starting to return, moreover, the smoke was dying out from my chest, so I decided to clean this hollering wench up before I lose power.

I dashed over to where that selfish woman had fallen and stamped my foot hard on her back. She spat out a mouthful of blood but I wasn’t satisfied.

“Die!” I carried my foot higher and pressed firmly on her nape until her selfish breath left her body. I took one last look at her corpse before I pick her up and tossed her into the water to get her wet. My strength was quite impressive.

Looking at the huge splash created by her impact, I sighed softly when I remembered that she still had the pack of smoke on her person and said to myself, “What a waste of cigarette.”