Rampage

All that could be heard were the shouts of “Where is he!” The hysterical screaming of Axer was nothing unusual to the regulars at the HYPER Bar. All the buildings in the town were made of wood, even the HYPER Bar, so there were more than just a few visible holes from Axer’s rampages.

He was called Axer because of the Automatic Slicer he always carried around, a weapon developed hundreds of years ago as a blunt axe for combat and clear-cutting the mushroom forests near the Capital Coast. Fortunately, he was too stupid to figure out how to use it. It took special training to use, at least in a manner more effective than a blunt rock. There were so many gears and buttons that it was safer to leave it alone. Everyone knew to treat Axer in the same manner. He could not be understood, nor did anyone want to understand him.

But this time was different. Axer was wildly swinging his Slicer ever since he stepped into the bar minutes before. Apparently someone had angered him, but no one could figure out what it could be or if this “he” even existed. Axer began to break the glasses next to the bartender. He destroyed the holographic light projector. He began striking the HYPER injection tables, but the muscular Axer could not even create as much as an indentation. No one could really understand what was going on. They all were in shock that this is the moment that Axer finally snapped. Maybe he had an overdose of HYPER and was hallucinating. Maybe the man he was searching for was had stolen money. All that really mattered was that in a span of a minute, everything by the entrance was assaulted by Axer’s blind rage. No one was hurt, but many of the people in the bar quickly came to their senses and left. Better to avoid a HYPER addict than reason with him.

A man stood up and began walking towards Axer. The man was least as tall as Axer but certainly not muscular by any indication. While taking confident and purposeful steps across the room, over several chairs, he pulled out his trident shotgun and stabbed Axer right in the side of the neck. There was no time to react.

“God DAMMIT!” the man screamed, sounding even more enraged than Axer. didn’t take his eyes off of Axer for even a moment. “This is private property, so just stop.” Axer was completely incapacitated, so none of the remaining patrons understood who the man was talking. The man, still staring right at Axer, repeated himself. “My name is Vyron, so again, I’m telling you to stop.”

The bartender was the most confused of all. “…excuse me, but, uh, who are you talking to?”

Vyron quickly turned his head quickly, making his long orange and purple hair fly across his face. He looked the bartender in the eye. “Don’t be stupid, I’m talking to you of course.”

“B-but I’m not doing anything!” The bartender was afraid that Vyron may be even crazier than Axer. The shredded and colored hair, the angular and tall sunglasses, asymmetrical clothing in both color and shape. It was certainly not a style seen too often.

“That’s the point. Stop doing nothing. Would you rather wait till the whole damn bar is leveled? It’s your bar, protect it! Do something about this… mess.” Vyron pushed the trident further into Axer’s neck and pulled the trigger, firing shots from the three prongs. Blood splattered on all the nearby tables and bewildered onlookers. Axer was more than just killed. As far as everyone in the room was concerned, his existence was completely erased, the memory of him and all. Without wiping off the blood, Vyron put the trident into the box-like sheath which was on his back.

“I don’t want to take care of what should be your problems, I don’t know why the hell anyone would want to come to this bar, let alone the town.”

Vyron gave the corpse one last firm kick, jumped on his horse and rode to the next nearest town. The sun was about to set, a dangerous time to be on the outskirts of town considering the wandering criminals, but Vyron didn’t care.