Jorde Davis

Death Warrant

It was a very special night for him, one that would flip his life upside down. Wounds heal and the scars remain. He'd have expected this back home be an event as catastrophic. Before this and on this occasion had anything like this happened anywhere at least in his life. Young still celebrated his birthday with whatever liquor or drugs he could find about a month earlier. He didn't like his home life so was ready to ship off to the army, take a break from the yak at home and consistent anger. It was a solo party as he just told everyone to fuck themselves that knew him. They didn't have the balls to fight 4vs1 but they had an old man gunning in the woods with him and his knife. For what kind of terms, we started off and we grew to be good friends. He mainly talked about the situation. He had wished to have met him under better circumstances. He was a legend after all. So, grounds where he was at with people who all used to care about each other. So, he was quiet kept to himself only reason he was there that night was because he couldn't find a job anywhere we all just hit a recession and his past jobs where a drunken flurry of fuck you; ya whatever I quit. Smoking doobies and various other forms of recreational drug use. Attending martial arts and university. The university father kept picking endless fights over how shit life was without a university degree but it wasn't rational. He thought the wall would break if his head hit it enough. Martial Arts he thrived on but was striving not for a lack of skill just all shit hits the fan and he is blamed for everything all the time. He'd been coming in and out numerous times over the months as he had family and friends but not for long. He'd received a call from back home a few weeks ago. That's why getting this job was a crap ass 1 day a week position but it's better than none. living off grocery cards his mother bought him and what little money he could get and a gym pass. His needs were simpler back then when the gym took up his day and he trained all night while watching whatever movies he could get and having a semi decent cable package. Affording an odd bottle of wine and a deck smokes here and there he'd almost quit too much training to do. So, with ties severed he'd gone to branch out in the town he'd met the bouncers flying solo around the bars each night he'd meet many people this way. Always did, which leads to good and bad scenarios. So, as he pondered such thoughts a man sits down beside him and points at the TV screen: "you have no business being tonight" what do you mean man I'm here applying for a bounce job "buddy if you’re here a for bounce job I feel sorry for you only way out of here tonight is through them". A series of men crash into the room leading the assault was a young man with a gun to a teens head who pissed himself his way in. I heard someone yell "I told you not to go up there alone" . The boy screams as his father gets up and knocks the gun out of the man's hand. He lost track because three where on him they scythe his skill one shot drop some wrestling with some Mai Thai and a good old street fight smash the head of the poll a quick reflex throat punch with special knuckle the first one knocked out got up and before his guard is up, down for the count. A bouncer yells from across the room "-----" save him he looks like the leader of the group had that Teen again. Slowly placing the gun to his head before it could reach a pair of arms grab his head and toss him down. His men see him fall to the "------"'s hands and they all drop anyone else they're fighting with and he's punching, kicking , throwing people on the dance floor , smashing the walls and knocking over the band equipment. Than it all goes black for him he wakes up in a rage outside the bar with the bouncer screaming "Police are coming get the fuck out of here you weren't here tonight". His name was taken off the employee sign in form. However, a few weeks later there was a knock on the door. Two uniformed officers asking him where about Saturday whatever day it was didn't matter for him little did he know he'd been drugged that night. If you think back to that night’s description it should be rather obvious when this was done. He was immediately apprehensive and prepared to fight them; he threatened to call his Mom. Only person who had seen him recently. Well aside from the people at the gym and all the classes he took. How would they know he was anywhere if not for a loud mouth or a street cam had he made a mistake on his way home? Well that's what happens when you don't plan on running from the police on some unknown drug that puts you immediately asleep after the bar fight about 30 mins after administration. Lucky to have made it home at all. They backed off at his confusion and when they found out who his mother was maybe backed them off. Not that she was overly important, just a well-known individual for all her works around town charity works, painting, the company they own and run. She's top notch. So, the police left and he went back to thinking about all the problems back home wondering what the fuck that was about. They obviously didn't have enough to push charges and considering he had been uttering threats to them over the confusion as too whatever the Hell they were talking about. He just trained and did his thing. The problems back home were significantly worse than what he thought he was going through up here. His mind was breaking under all his stress. So, it was just another day for him. He'd decided to leave for a while and train harder in the army. He had a few injuries but thought the army would know best how to fix them. His physical condition was in two weeks and he wouldn't stop his daily training. He had been through a lie detector and aptitude testing earlier in that month. He would do another which would earn him the title of "The Ice Man" the needle didn't quiver and his heart rate never shifted. Perhaps because they knew he was lying. He didn't know that he had a complete lack of information on the issues revolving around this bar fight the authorities were so inquisitive about. Full body X-ray and spinal tap and he was on his way sat with a coffee briefly at the Harry Hanes' coffee shop and decided he better make his way. He was fighting with his mother for irrational reasons because his life was shambles socially and he wasn't dealing well with it. So, the streets are where he was headed. He did his recon on the streets to find the salvation army and along the way. Stops this white van 7 men jump out the oldest of them Standing around 5,8-5,10, Blue eyes sandy blonde hair early fifties or late forties. Visibly older than the men with him, the next oldest was maybe 30 and all made his 200 pound frame look small. "you’re getting in the back of that van one way or the other you killed my boy". Sir I've never killed anyone, you have the wrong man. "You were at a bar fight? You know Shane and the Colonel". "Someone that bar fight knew they picked my men apart. I've been following you all day". I've no idea who “----“ or the Colonel is. I know “----“ and “---“. "Who's that?". The fleet admiral and the chief inspector of Canada. "How old are you"? I just turned 21 last month. "Hmmm young anyway you killed my boy and you’re getting in the van one way or the other your connection better be Sonny Barger tonight son". "let me see your phone". If it proves that I know none of those people you asked me about. "Get him boys". For all six men, it took as many hits. I guess the older fellow watched his watch because he said "about 29 seconds that's got to be some kind of a record for you from the army boy fresh from boot camp". No, I just finished my physical to join about a half hour ago, "Well I don't see anyone I know on your phone". He smashes it on the ground. "you don't want to join this most corrupt base I know". His men recovered. "common boys back in the van". As they drove away he screams "I'm going get more men now you have a sergeant at arms after you!". So, he carried on his way like nothing happened after all this was beginning to be a daily deal for him. Deciding to go have a little party of his own, order a meal and drink some beer. He just wandered off to wherever he found downtown “Craft Beer Market” where he ended up getting a nice burger with a salad and more than a few beers. He paid his bill and got lost past “Cowboys Casino” into the “Forest Lawn” area.