Survival is Crucial

Vomit Coffin

The Asian man from before, the man who talked with the man with one functioning eye -- beaten and bloodied, he laid upon the warm carpet floor, staining it with a broken and bloody nose. He struggled to stand, his arms and legs shaking before falling back onto the floor, the man with one eye just watching as more old tunes continued to play on the record player. "You're getting blood on the carpet." He commented as the Asian man raised himself off of the ground, sitting back down on his chair. "So... what do I smell like?"

"f*****g roses, asshole..."

The man with one functioning eye smiled, "No, I want you to say what I actually smell like."

"You smell like death!"

"No!" He slammed his fist on his armrest, raising himself from his chair, "Tell me what you smell, right now!"

"I can't f*****g smell s**t with a broken nose!"

"Exactly." He smiled, falling back into his chair. "Only the smell of blood and the stinging pain of your broken nose could be felt."

"Yeah, and my f*****g ribs too."

"That too."

"Why did you do that?"

"Just felt a bit angry."

"You're a psycho."

"Maybe I am..." He sighed, getting up from his chair again to change the song on the record player. "Come A Little Bit Closer" by Jay & The Americans started playing. The man started dancing to the song before singing it himself, "Come a little bit closer, your my kind of man, so big and so strong!" He stopped himself before changing the record again, placing the pin on a specific part of the record, "Stuck In The Middle With You" by Stealers Wheel started playing. As he danced to the song, he turned to the Asian man, "You ever watch Reservoir Dogs?"

"What?"

He went over to a cabinet, pulling out a spoon before running over to the Asian man, shoving the spoon in his eye. He screamed as loud as he could as his legs thrashed about, the other man digging into the Asian man's eye as hard as he could, blood pouring out and covering his hands as the Asian one desperately tried pulling him away, even going so far as to scratch at him until a wet pop could be heard. The man quickly took out a knife before cutting off the optic nerve. He threw the eyeball onto the floor before crossing back to the other side of the room. "Sorry, my bad, it was supposed to be your ear, not your eye."

"f**k!" The Asian man fell to the ground, crying in pain as he grasped where his missing eye was.

"Don't be a cry baby, I can't see from one of my eyes as well. Maybe that's why I forgot about that scene... hm." He wiped his knife down as he threw the spoon into the fire. "Maybe the ear would've been better..." He chuckled to himself, "Actually, I think that'd be even more painful, right?"

"f**k YOU!"

"No need to be rude!" He smiled, "I'll call a doctor." He walked to a flip phone, dialing a number before whispering something into the phone, "Got it." He left quickly after as two men rushed into the room, attempting to aid the Asian man. The man walked into his office, sitting down behind a desk, throwing both of his legs on top of it, leaning into his chair. He looked up to the ceiling, spacing out. He sighed, running his fingers through one another. "How did he die...? He had that power too..." The man brought his hand under his chair, hitting a lever and causing the back of the seat to drop. He laid down with a sigh, "Djembe... you f*****g moron."

He pressed his lips together, laying down on his side, trying to concentrate as hard as he possibly could. "I know... I know what happened now." He clicked his tongue, "Yeah... I know. He really is a dumbass. He should've been able to take anyone down, even if it was Maxim that did it." He paused, "No... it should be possible for him to take down Djembe, even without powers. Probably should've taken over and dealt with it myself."

He laid back down on his back, staring back up at the ceiling, "I should send one of the tributaries... I could only guess that Turon and Alceu also failed." He snapped his fingers, "No, yeah, they did. Felt like they would, but I didn't think that they'd be captured instead of killed. That's unlike Maxim."

"Yeah, the tributaries might be my last hope here, but I might as well send some more fodder in until then since the bastards are all the way in Spain." He shook his head, "I could just take over then since I have a feeling that they won't come back themselves... but... they probably wouldn't like that much, it'd just delay the inevitable. What to do, what to do." He smiled, "f**k it, I'll send those psychopaths!" Laughing hysterically, someone else entered the room. He stopped laughing, pushing the lever again, the back of his seat straightening up again.

A woman had entered, wearing baggy clothes and having dark circles under her eyes, her long black hair reaching her shoulders as she walked inside and sat down on the ground, closest to the door. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Could you go and get the brothers?"

She clicked her tongue, "You want me to go with 'em?"

"Yep."

"Alright." She nodded, standing up before leaving, only seconds after entering.

"This is gonna be fun, hope they don't stir up too much shit."

She walked through an array of hallways, sometimes stopping at the windows to glance at a water fountain sat in the middle of the estate, the sun shining down onto the water below before continuing down the hallways. After making a few rounds in the estate, forgetting what she was doing here and there, she went down into the basement. She walked through a long flight of stairs until entering a room with two people inside. One of them is covered in a thick black blanket while one of them was leaning on a cabinet, "What?" He asked.

"It's your turn."

He smiled, "Nice."