Exits – Part 1: Disjunction
Sam stumbles down the wet streets, the rain still pounding the pavement with the force of boxers connecting with their opponent’s faces. In his hand is a liquor bottle half covered by a brown paper bag.
His grip is tight.
His eyes blinded from the rain. Glancing across the street he finally notices the flicker of a neon light.
“Jake’s”
Shaking his head clear, he moves into the street, stopping to let a car pass by before advancing. Slipping on the pavement he falls on his back in the middle of the street. Staring to the dark clouds above as the rain pounds on his weak body he doesn’t even attempt to get to his feet. Suddenly a loud horn breaks through the deafening sound of the islands furious weather. Sam feels an abrupt jerk and the sound of a bus speeding by and narrowly missing him. Looking around he notices that he is now on the sidewalk, his bottle smashed.
“Fuckers.”
Sam brushes him self off and gets to his feet. Making his way to the front doors, he is greeted by a large half mastiff-human bouncer. Sam stumbles into him.
“I don’t think so ‘mate.”
The large man’s grisly voice commands.
“Look you.” Sam notices the man’s name under the “Jake’s” logo on his shirt, “Look Mr. Bogart. I just wanna have some fun.”
“I have strict orders.”
“How does. A. Crisp Ben Franklin sound?” Sam asks while pulling money out of his back pocket.
The bouncer looks at it than back to Sam’s face, which is now shaped like Ben Franklin.
“N-“
The bouncers’ walkie-talkie interrupts him. After a moment of whispering and waiting for a reply, he continued.
“Right this way Sir, you failed to tell me that you were on Jake’s personal guest list.”
“I waa-“
Before Sam could finish he was already pushed inside the bar.
Outside:
Two figures lean against the wall in the darkness. One stays hidden in the darkness, hiding from the world and the other steps forward.
Clark, only different.
His dark features are now more defined and his skin is tight, almost clutching his bone structure. His eyes are red, serious and focused. The other man is smaller in size; his hair bleached blonde and face clean. With a wife-beater and an old pair of jeans on he could pass for the real slim shady.
“Why did you help him? This night could be done with already.”
“That’s not the plan.” Clark never even looked back to the man he was with, his eyes focused on the bar.
“Plan? Fuck the plan. I’m hungry. But instead Claus has me out here for the newbie’s grudge. What a joke.”
“Trust me. The payoff you will get will be worth it.”
After a brief pause, Clark continued “Virgin’s blood.”
Inside:
Sam looked around with amazement; he had no idea about this place back in the day. That girl with lioness features was cute, or the glowing chick. Turning around Sam stared directly at the group. Quickly he shifted into the form of Bruce Campbell as Danny passed by. Danny paused for a moment.
“Hey aren’t you-?”
“No, that’s some other guy.” Sam/Bruce’s voice was a bad impression way off of that of the real Bruce’s voice [being that Sam was never able to touch and get a genetic imprint of the man].
Danny looked confused for a second, “Okay.”
Sam/Bruce rushed toward the bar and ordered a drink, “Why are they here?” he asked himself. After a few moments, Grimm sat next to him and ordered a drink for himself.
Grimm looked at Sam/Bruce for a second and sipped his drink.
“Hey, aren’t-“
“NO!”
“-you Samuel?”
“What?” Sam asked, “How did you?”
“I saw you enter little buddy. Why the disguise?”
Sam/Bruce shifted into Grimm’s form, “It’s been a long day.”
Sam/Grimm took his drink and attempted to take a sip. The liquor poured right through his bone mouth and all over his shirt. He tilted his head up toward Grimm.
“It takes some getting used to.”
Finally, Sam shifted back into his own appearance.
“You need to talk?”
Sam was hesitant at first, but than began blurting everything out at once.
“Ineed to start todayall over an dchange whative beendoing.” Sam took another sip, “Michelle, over andi I I killedwhatever might have beeene left. I’m such afucking dickhead.”
“Ah, woman troubles. Boy have I had my fair share of those.” Grimm took a sip of his own, “I’m sure everything will work itself out.”
“Really?”
“So, Michelle was it?”
“Yeah.”
“My true love was a Michelle.”
“Reallyy? Did it endgood…She be?”
“She died.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Thanksfar the upliftin storypal.”
Grimm shrugged his shoulders and took another sip. Glancing across the bar, Sam looked into Dirk’s eyes. Dirk tilted his head to the side and paused for a second, before flipping Sam his middle finger.
Elsewhere:
Turner sat uneasy at the bar. His face bruised from the ass whopping he let Danny give to him. Cracking his jaw, he took a sip of his beer. Ed joined him at the bar.
“Strange day.” Ed commented, which was met with a nod from Turner.
Ed ordered himself a drink.
“Ed.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been following you to get the location of the revolutionaries for Walker.”
Ed took a sip and was silent, letting the news sink in.
“Ed.”
Ed turned and decked Turner across the face. The ultimate agent didn’t see it coming and hit the ground with a loud crash, the place went silent. Turner looked back toward Ed, who just sat there. Turner’s eyes turned red and energy surged from them striking Ed in the head and knocking him onto the bar. Turner kept the energy flowing as Ed grinned his teeth in pain. Three huge bouncers grabbed Turner from behind, but he easily pushed them away and kept the intensity on Ed. In just seconds, it was over. Ed was passed out over the bar, smoke rising from his head.
Grimm jumped away from his convo with Sam, Chance and Doctor Quantum also were quickly on the spot.
Two waitresses went right to Ed’s side, to see if he was ok. The bouncers got back to their feet, one with a weapon drawn.
“What did you do to him?” Doctor Quantum asked, anger in his voice.
“When he wakes up, tell him that he is finally free.”
“What?”
“He’ll know what I mean.”
Turner brushed off his suit and turned towards the bouncers, “You can put those away, I’m out of here”
With those simple words Turner turned and left the bar. Not even looking back as he exited.
Sam now sat alone, his head pounding. Danny hesitantly approached him. Bad choice of timing.
“Sam, about what happened at the castle, I just wanted to say, don’t worry about it. I know that-”
Hundreds of visions rushed through Sam’s mind; Danny taking advantage of Michelle, them kissing, having sex. Sam slammed his glass on the counter, shattering the glass and slicing his hand.
“Who says that I give a shit what you think or know?”
Sam got in Danny’s face, the anger taking over.
“You never even trusted me anyway future-boy, why don’t you just go back to where you came from?”
“Sam, this isn’t you speaking.”
“Oh, trust me, this is the real me. You of all people should know that, ‘friend’.”
The bouncers who were still near-by from the Turner/Ed situation were ready to step in.
“Now get out of my face”
Sam pushed Danny hard in the chest and than stormed off and out of the bar. Danny paused for a moment and looked back toward the others.
He took a deep breath and followed where Sam had gone.
Things were quickly falling apart.
[THE END OF PART 1]
