Write 1 Page a Day Exercise [Entry 1]

I pull my hip flask from the chain and tie it around the neck of the person sitting next to me. Who brings a hip flask to a bar? They call me Agent 47, and I am a proficient bar-fighter.  I have between 490ml to 510ml of alcohol in my system, probably on the higher side as I am the instigator in this brawl. Tiny differences affect me greatly, change everything for my title; The Scourge of Noord-Brabant. Maintaining it is meticulous, on the knifes edge between calculating and hooliganism; I live and die by a drop of Corona. I truly can’t control myself if I go too far.

Today will be no different. I push them off the stool and onto the ground, yanking mercilessly at the chain.

“S-SAY THAT TO MUH FUCKIN FFACE!”

I see their eyes bulge and look up at me like a fish. It’s over for them!

Their doing something with their lower body, their eyes keep flicking downwards. I don’t care, I just keep pressing deeper and deeper until they lose consciousness. They gasp and thrash and gurk under me.

The rest of the bar is of course screaming. I’ll swing my chain at them in due time, just gotta…

A piercing POP and a sharp pain in the back of my head.

…

My head is so clouded by sheer pain and whiplash, I fall forward, over them. My reflex to brace for my landing comes too late and I faceplant on the dirty wood floor.  

I blink in and out of lucidity a few times. MOVE! The Amygdyla screams.

I roll over, my head pounding so hard. Like I’m being constantly domed. The alcohol isn’t helping. I vomit. All over myself. Fuck. I see a form in front of me. It gasps, grasping the stool to lift itself up. It’s movement is stuttered and leaves blurry trails.

Its holding something. It’s erupting. A champagne bottle. Fuck.. did they…

“Gak.. eat shit… cocksucker.” They spit out between hungry breaths as they lift up the bottle and…

I register too late, and my nose explodes. Pain all over my face. Head snaps back. Concussed. Surely.

I lose consciousness.

I wake up in the hospital with significant head trauma and I think: Maybe it’s not worth being the Scourge of Noord Brabant.