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.

He’d been listening to his Apple Ipod 8 Gb and full screen since he left the Harry Hay's building around 5:14 that afternoon. He spots a light coming at his roaring engine. The light stopped before him. The daylight was still fading. He saw the dead head on the bike's gas tank. The man on it flying a well decorated vest with the president on the breast patch. He was holding something black and small. He says “I'm an ex-navy seal and I won’t miss from this distance” he was about 20 feet off. You must have something to do with that Van earlier? Nope I’m the colonel I run this base I run this Province here’s my truth vest and here’s what I’m wearing tonight” he changes his vests they changed from Alberta to Calgary. A significantly lesser vest. “Now you’re coming for a beer with me or I’ll shoot you on the spot if at any point I tell you to do something and you won’t I’ll shoot you on the spot”. “Your ass is mine tonight”. “Now listen I received a call from associates of mine who say they want you dead the only reason you're alive is because I want to know why and remember I already know why I want you dead”. “Now I have a job for you 've never seen anyone single handed pick apart one of my sergeants at arms so you’re going to work for me tonight and do as I say no matter what”. “Have you ever heard of the “Slaughter House”” No sir, well that’s where you’re going tonight no matter what happens between here and now I need it shut down and I’ve never seen anyone do what you just did, you might just be the man to do”. “So, you’re coming with me to get any wheels”. No sir, just my luggage and my two feet. “Well I haven’t got room on the back of my bike for you to try to hurry. I don't want people to see us go there”. He complained of his slow speed but they made it there. The spot was “Booker’s” The crab shack he’d been there before all the high rises went in as a boy. Poured him one beer and dropped a pill in that’s so you can’t be the rat, drink it or I’ll shoot you. He drank his beer silently while the bartender watched him he wasn’t much for small talk just told him to “shut the fuck up”. “Alright, they're ready for you to come with me”. As they walked the bartender wiped down all areas fingerprints may be left and he saw him as he looked back. He was remarkably calm and quiet through the entire series of events next. He finds himself in a room filled with patched members 2 from Alberta the one who brought him and another. About 8 men from B.C were all well decorated. One came running up and he knew he had trained with his son. “”---“ it’s me “----“ this is “Fish”(He says his real name after) “---“ you’ve never met me but tonight you’ve been presidentially elected by every president in B.C full patch one percent “---“ Wants you dead and we’ve just split the chapter over you”. This is when the first man who ran to him said “Fish, what are you saying he’s not trying to kill him”. ““----“ None of this is true oh “----“ you’re probably going to die tonight” with tears in his eyes. Fish continues every man here is representing a president the lowest being “----“ who was simply here for identification to make sure it was you and every man here is a provincial ranking member of B.C representing a president there were only three of us available to come up on our own our lowest in a sergeant at arms”. The man who stood alone in the room pipes up and starts telling them all “enough of this bullshit this kid isn’t worth my time of day he isn’t anything and he’ll never be not in this province”. Fish goes to start up again. The man who brought him there says “I heard a noise”. He goes to investigate the garage doors and fly open bullets splattering the walls. He watches the colonel remain calm and steady with two bangs of his little snub nose the bullets cease. He turns around to noise at his side the door from the kitchen flies open he instantly reactions and kicks the man to the wall grabs his gun as he goes limp from impact turns it into his head and finger over finger pulls the trigger he then as the body goes limp and falls fires one more shot into the kitchen another man drops. He turns his attention to Fish who is struggling with an armed assailant gun leering ever closer to his head. He just reacts like at the bar and throws him down by his neck this time with real intention. He looks at the lone man who’d been trashing him the whole time is on his knees, gun pointed at his heart from the back he tucks and rolls but it’s sloppy and the bullet exits his shoulder. The others jump him and the battle is won!.
Every man in the room aside from the Colonel was unarmed, not one casualty was taken by them that day. Then a man who now stood with a bullet wound through his shoulder begins talking more trash; Demands the Colonel to point the gun on the room B.C doesn’t back down “you can’t kill him after what he did here”. “Bleed with thy brothers you are thy brother”. They offered him a bike, the colonel and the man talking trash “join us or die”. ““-----“ Don’t go with them” said Fish; “can’t you call someone to get you a ride or anything “. No, he said ``I'm staying downtown and living homeless”. So, they suggest he go to the salvation army and they all ride off. The Colonel gives a wink and he leans over his bike; he'd been hit twice by the initial gun fire. The motors roared as he listened to them fade into the distance and the light of the day finally fade from twilight. This might be the last sunset he ever saw as the Moon and the Stars rose. He was headed for the night of his life, a night he barely remembers and what he knows now he’ll never forget. Onward he carried his luggage didn’t even take anything but a main road to the Salvation army didn’t hide or do anything irregular simply walked there from Booker’s.

The Man Reached the Salvation Army. he checks in changes out of his suit into some more comfortable clothing and starts brushing his teeth. When he hears a ruckus in the other room. "Help Help He said he would kill me". So he looks around and walks to another room. There's this fat prick pointing at him screaming " Help". He's still got his toothbrush in his mouth as security comes up. He tries explaining he never spoke to the man. Not knowing what would happen next he lets security take him, they hogtie him arms and legs with slap cuffs. Despite best efforts of which he almost broke the cuffs off. They carry him down the stairs. There stands the man from earlier who tried to throw him in the back of a Van with 2 uniformed Officers. The security held him up to eye level to his cold steel blue eyes. "You're going to the slaughterhouse, you're going to die tonight, you killed my boy". The police cuff him proper and put him in the back seat of the cruiser. " You dirty corrupt doughnut chuckers are the first words out of his mouth to the cops. Followed by a series of worse words exclaiming their anger. "Fuck you Pigs". They say whatever they say back something about won't be so tough when he gets to where he's going and it wasn't prison. They stop at this old shack somewhere downtown " Here we are "The SlaughterHouse". They go to take him out of the car. His mouth sure earned him a beating calling them all sorts of " Fuck You". The police just stomped and punched him on the ground with his hands behind his back. They stop and he looks where they look. There stands a man from the Booker's meeting his arm in a sling. The police look at each other and say "Should we give him a key". His mouth earns him a swift boot to the ribs " Fuck you faggets". The man in the sling shook his head "I picked up all the keys off the ground".. He drops a key behind a crowd of men with hatchets, knives and shivs of all sorts, all sorts of things to hack and poke you with. The police chuckle "Have fun tough guy" and take off. The man in the sling holds up a blue bill and yell's "Five Dollars". So the first ragged bum comes at him with a hatchet. 1 kick to the solar plexus is his reply. The crowd and him watch as he gasps for air and the life leaves him painfully as he goes limp. "See that that's what happens to each and any one of you attacking me". The man in the sling with callous disregard "Ten Dollars". 2 more this time a broken bottle and knife 2 kick combo the life sucked out of their bodies. $50 now the skirmish begins and for every man left lifeless on the ground the stakes are raised. Arms behind his back legs only as the hoard descends upon him. He sends their bodies flying through the air and suddenly he sees a key on the ground. Whether it was one buried that his foot overturned or the one behind the crowd. He makes several passes trying to pick it up with his hands cuffed behind his back kicking them off him while he's on his back on the ground using the Negasheva from Capoeira to maneuver himself he finally manages to grab the key he runs in circles as the crowd chases him out running the decrepit bums weak from addiction. He finally gets the locks off, turns around and says now you people are down. Corpses across the field. Now things are easy for the man he fights until 20 Natives are left standing. Who knows how many bodies once stood. The count is at $10,000 the Native leader raised his fist in a halt fist. The mean in the sling counts $20,000, $30,000 the native ignores the man and says you may pass tonight. I've never seen anyone fight like you before. The Man in the sling "Your life isn't worth that much". Then the man in the sling storms off. The man collects his suitcase and backpack and heads off into the night. Walking towards the Chinook Mall he finds Howard Johnson in with the little money he has he gets a room and lays his gear to rest in the room he goes looking for a liquor store before they all close at 2am. He finds one down the road and grabs some spirits drinking them on his way back. He gets back to his room lucky enough to be with his gear when a bunch of trucks roll into the Howard Johnson 20 men jump out to fight. He isn't scared, not for a second to bring it on. " Buddy There's 20 of us". So come at me than pussies there's 20 of you. "You aren't killing anymore of our men tonight we're calling the cops" he grabs his gear and takes off down the road. He hears the sirens approaching and ducks into the graveyard to hide behind a large statue he saw from the distance. As the sirens pass he hears a noise and knows he's not alone amongst the graves. "Come out, I know you're here". The man in the sling appears from behind a nearby statue 8 inch hunting knife in his hand it's silver blade gleaming in the pale moonlight. He charges and stabs at him; he crossblocks and barrel roll flips him over top of him and takes the mount all in 1 swift motion and as he comes on top plunges the knife into his diaphragm beneath the sternum. The man goes limp and he carries on into the night. Finding a trial behind the graves leading behind the stampede center. He checked into The Di and got a bed for a couple hours. Slept maybe an hour and looked for a place to charge his phone. All the plugs were in use. He wandered the streets of Calgary looking for a plug in. Eventually making it to the only house he knew in Calgary around 9:30 am to which his friend exclaimed " what happened last night you don't have a night like that without making some noise and we know you were involved". He didn't know what happened to him or what he meant his memory was already erased. "Did someone follow you here"? He didn't know he was being followed. "Ok get moving, keep on the move while we get them off your back". Wait until morning to make your call. He wandered the streets aimlessly and lost. He walked for miles in a different direction here in a different direction. There he didn't know his way. Little did he know he was just beyond the Howard Johnson in industrial Calgary when he walked into a Tim Horton's for a coffee and light snack where he finally found a plug and called his mother. He would wander a little longer getting to know the area he was in. He saw movement well. What he thought was movement he examined the area he saw it. His own shadow cast "Now I have become death; I've taken many lives"