Welcome to The Slaughter House

Chapter 3: Welcome to The Slaughter House

"Hands in the air, Commander R, there is nowhere to run," said the captain of troops from the West Region in the bar.

R, on his knees, his hands in the air, holding a nanotech pistol glowing a red beam at the bottom. The nanotech wraps around his neck is now folded round his chest, forming a chest bag with handles wrapping his shoulder. His black clothes are drenched in blood, droplets falling to the floor Most of it isn’t his as his burned red eye stares towards the troops in front of him.

Although the troops, consisting of 10 men and possibly more outside, are fully armed and five meters away, they feel shivers run down their spines due to the stare from the scariest man, dripped with blood, on his knees, with dead bodies behind him and a broken door behind him and a broken door his.

The bar, filled with evil laughter and noise from all corners, with the thick air filled with the scent of old wood and spilled liquor due to scavengers, is as silent as a graveyard, and the air smells of blood. Is this due to the unexpected troops, or is it the outcome of facing the wrath of Commander R’s annoyance?

A few minutes ago

“If this is what I think it is, I’ve lost my appetite." The Landlord smirked hearing this, he pulls R’s plate toward himself. As he says "Well… more for me." He picked up a piece of meat, bit into it, and groaned in satisfaction, his tongue running over his lips.

R’s jaw clenched, his anger was reaching its peak as he watches the landlord eats like a pig filling his mouth, as he was enjoying is meal he then asks R a question with meat still in his mouth “by the way you did not tell me your name” R, filled with rage, could not bear this anymore as he grabbed a bottle of milk from the table and says “I have gotten what I came here for, can I fuckin take my leave” the Landlord who is now done with his meal belched out rubbing his stomach with satisfaction “you can’t just leave without taking the rest of your orders” he points to the remaining bottles of milk on the table “ I only asked for a bottle, I never asked for the remaining three” R replies “consider the remaining three a gift from me” as the landlord persuades R to receive his present but R was not buying into any of the landlord bullshit “ I’ve heard enough of this nonsense what do you fuckin want” R replies as he could not endure the landlord’s rants anymore, the landlord smiled as he rests his back on his seat saying “I just need you to answer a couple of questions for at least 5 minutes and I let you be, how about that” R looks at the landlord he knows the landlord is trying uncover some truth about him, but he cannot deny him because this man is desperate he cannot also kill him because his hands is already in the mouth of the lion just he needs to play safe, his head filled with thoughts and disarray as he starts to talk to himself “ I said shut the fuck up” the confused landlord looks around “maybe there is another person in the room apart from us” he thought to himself, as he is confused on what is going on with the one eyed man as he observes R lunatic behavior “are you okay?” R hearing this acts like everything is fine as he says “ four minutes more” the landlord was furious before he could utter another word R interrupts pointing at him “your time started when you said 5 minutes so keep wasting your time” the landlord smirked as he adjusts himself instantly he became serious and proceeds to ask his question “ how do you know shrek isn’t fuckin red”
R is surprised by the landlord question “ out of the question you can fuckin ask me, shrek !!”

“Shrek was my favorite movie when I was kid everybody loves the story about an ogre and his lovely princess and since his color is familiar to us it brought this feeling to people that aliens and humans can live together in the worst possible scenario, so hearing this shit from your mouth that he is green broke my heart” as the landlord speaks with a broken heart his eyes clouded with disappointment, a mix of frustration and sorrow weighing on him. R’s eye fills with confusion as he could not comprehend the creature in front of him “is this not the same person that has a kitchen for butchering and cooking humans for aliens to feast upon?” he says to himself. The landlord continues “you need to fuckin tell me truth man my life depends on this; how do you know shrek is green” R responds saying I read it in a fuckin book” The landlord paused, his eyes widening in disbelief. “You’ve seen a fucking book?”

R tilts his head down slightly, then looks up with his single eye, cold and lifeless like a dead man. "Three minutes left," he replies, ignoring the question. The landlord shifts his focus, eyeing the nanotech object R grips tightly before glancing at the nanotech gun, its tip glowing with a red light. He then asks, “I know you are a man with a lot of secrets, I can tell with your covered face and your mysterious hoody, I don’t really care about all that what I really care about is what is inside that living metal” as he points at the nanotech close to R’s chest “it’s not for sale” R replies instantly “ I know you will not sale it but looking at the craftsmanship of this living metal, it is like the metal is carrying something so with weight yet it makes it looks light also I notice the bag adjusts it’s movement every damn like what is inside this metal breathes no matter how hard I try to look the nanotech keeps blocking what is inside and I can’t see any sense of heat coming from that nano-bag, this technology is not crafted by just a bio-engineer, but one of the best bio-engineers in the whole 3 regions, just give me a name?” R was surprised at how the landlord analyzed everything about what he was holding without even knowing what was inside. This man was not someone to play or joke with, this man is not someone to play with or joke with “what he knows about me, and he is trying to stall time... this is fucking bad.” he says to himself “I don’t know who made the bag, I got it from a mercenary I won a bet from” R tries to cover himself up. The landlord who is not buying to any of his tricks chuckles “ there is no living mercenary nor scavenger in the entire three fuckin regions including the region of the west that will have this kind of technology without me knowing” R responds saying “well he is not dueling among the living anymore” the landlord looks directly at R opened eye smiling as he shakes his fingers pointing towards R “ you sneaky one eyed bastard” R could not take this anymore as he stands up, putting the bottle of milk into the nanotech wrapped around his shoulder as the metal absorbs the bottle inside and is about to leave, “I still have one more minute” R replies saying “I don’t have time for these rants” “ a deal is a fuckin deal, you know we don’t have much time on this planet anymore since the fuckin supreme leader showed up and dropped a fuckin timer in front of everyone. Day by day everyone looked for the commander but he is a fuckin ghost, everyone who sees him during the hunt or goes to look for him never comes back alive, I heard the 3 regions sent an army and commanders of his caliber to fuckin hunt him down, they fuckin sent commander I of the Eastern region, the bad bitch among the baddest bitches to catch that motherfucker but no one came back” R tights his fists hearing this his body filled with rage as his eyes starts to turn red facing the door backing the landlord he decides to leave as grabs the door handle the “don’t you want to know my plan” the landlord added, R pauses tightening his grip waiting for what landlord wants to say “ you see I’m a business without me those rich motherfuckers desires won’t be fulfilled, I keep granting their fucking interest by giving them girls to rape or assassinating human or alien in their way to success, it can also be satisfying their hunger like you saw in that restaurant, but they keep treating me like a dog, they love to eat the meat and save the bones for me to eat why? Because my family did some stupid shits 1000 years ago, I have to fuckin pay the price of my ancestors fuck them. So, I need that weapon so I can fuckin turn the table around, notice that abomination in the cage?” R realizes what the fat alien is about to do as he gasps “ they are called shadows the only creatures the aliens and humans fear the most even more than mist virus this is not just because of their fuckin skin colour or how they look like but the abilities to control in the dark, they are so fuckin good they blend with shadows when they fight, their leader is the most dangerous of them all. I don’t wish to get on her bad side at all, the only stupid thing is that they don’t fuckin leave a partner down if one of them is captured and is not dead they will do all what they can to save the living member which their leader “The shadow of death” takes the frontline with vengeance to save her kin.” R is surprised not shocked by what he hears, he never knew the Shadows were feared to this extent his real fear lies in the deadly creature behind him orchestrating all of this just to capture their leader But why does he want her And then it hits him “she will soon be here” the landlord added “if we can capture her, I know she will come alone because she won’t want to risk her family members at the den of the mercenaries. We can use this as an opportunity to fuckin tame her and capture her, she is the only one that can fuckin catch commander R; So, we make a bargain with her, she helps us find the commander and get the weapon for me, I release her family member, this is where I need your help. You know what I mean, right” R realizes what I has gotten into he needs to get himself out of here in an instant “ I am playing no fuckin games with you, fat fuck” R replies immediately and opens the door as he got out of the room about to shut the room the landlord starts to laugh out hard saying “ I knew you will fuckin say no, commander R” as the door shuts instantly “ke ha ke ha ke ha” The landlord kept laughing as every hallway light shut off. R tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge “The whole place is in lockdown mode; the only way out is the way you fucking came in, welcome to the slaughter house Commander” As the landlord's jest continued, R realized that the landlord knew him all along but was merely wasting his time to gain an advantage over him, gambling on how to kill two birds with one stone. No matter the outcome, one would fall, and the other would be too weak to continue. “fuuuuuuuuuuuck” R shouts in annoyance as everywhere shuts and the blinking white lights in the pathway back to the bar turns red. R presses something on the nano-bag hanged around  his neck and instantly the bags starts to adjust itself folding round his chest forming chest bag with handles wrapping his shoulder he grabs the nanotech gun beside him, and the ray of red light starts to blink making womp sound simultaneously as the lights blinks from the gun. R is pissed, and ready to slaughter anyone that tries to stop him from his journey back to the bar.