Wrath And Patience
Wrath is a blind Fury of Destruction. Like a flame overtaking a city burning it down to ashes the only cure is patience. As the World Turns it is out of control but our best tool to deal with things unfortunate or not Is patience;
Around 10 p.m., I walked into the bar on a chilly October night. As I open the Squeaky doors to the
rundown bar, neon lights flash reading coyotes in the window. The smell of cigarette smoke was in the air,
with rugged suspicious-looking people all around. The sound of sticks hitting pool balls, the sound of people
arguing, the sound of Drunken conversations, and the scent of alcohol everywhere. I take a sit at the bar.
The bartender notices me and starts walking towards me. She was beautiful. She had a tannish tone with A
few freckles on her face, gorgeous lips and long eyelashes, fiery red long hair, and a very slim but curvy
figure. She was wearing a black Iron Maiden tank top, also noticing her jade-colored eyes. How may I help
you, hun? Would you like me to make you a drink or something she asked. Yes, I'd like a rum & coke
Heavy on the rum. I said. A rough night? You seemed to be a little stressed out she replied. Life is usually
short; besides being on the job right now, I can't think about my life. Right now, I told her. A job?? What
kind of employment, if you don't mind me asking? Oh, by the way, I'm so sorry; my name is Gwen. I'm
trying to ask you personal things, and you don't even know my name. She started giggling a little. Trust me,
and there was no intrusion, by the way. My name is Rell. A unique name, she said.
To answer your question, I'm a detective. I'm looking for someone they were involved in some shady
things. I can't say too much. With a look of concern on her face, she said I understand. As she walks away
to make my drink, I look around to see if I can get any clues. I had a tip that told me that he was here. The
man I was looking for, the man that took everything from me. I remember it like yesterday, but I try not to.
You would think, why? Life would put so much hardship on one person. You wouldn't believe it. I was
married and happy a few years ago. When my wife left me, she took every except for our daughter Kairi
she didn't want anything to do with her. Even though she left, I still had my princess with me, my world, the
only person I loved more than life itself, and then a little later, the unthinkable happened someone killed my
child. Some people would say they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was at My apartment
small, but I thought it was safe. They broke in, looking for some Jewel or something. I had no idea what it
was. It just had something to do with my ex-wife. The guy she left me for was some big-time mob boss or
something. He was looking for something she took from him and assumed I had it or my daughter. He sent
goons there looking for the jewel. One of the goons, his right hand, was getting frustrated.
Because of Kairi's crying, they shot her. She was nine at the time with Big brown Bright Eyes like mine,
long curly hair, and mocha brown skin like her mother. When I got the call, I rushed home as fast as
possible. When I arrived, I saw the paramedics and officers Around the crime scene. They asked me who I
was, and I told them with sorrow on most of their faces. One of the officers walked towards me. He told me
I'm sorry to say this, but there was a break-in, and when we got here, unfortunately, your daughter had
already been shot! She passed away minutes after we arrived. As I stood there frozen in disbelief, tears
began to pour. I felt like I lost everything. I barely had anything left. That was my world. It's all I had left. I
broke down. That was two years ago. Looking up after being in thought, I saw Gwen walking back
towards me with a drink in her head. Here you go, hun, rum and coke heavy on the rum. She said with a
smile. I told her to thank me and gave her the money for the drink and tip. That's a mighty generous tip,$100
she giggled. I don't get many of your kind here. Someone is easy on the eyes are you, she told me. Trust me;
I'm nothing special, I said as I began to take a sip from my glass. By the way, can I ask you something? I
asked her. Sure, she said. I pulled out a picture and showed it to her. It was of the man I was looking for,
rough-looking. Beard has messy black hair, brown eyes, and almost black Whitish pale skin. I looked about;
he was in his forties. She looked at the picture With some fear in her eyes. I've seen him here. If you're
looking for him, I'll tell you to stop! Just go home. He's no good. If you get involved, he will kill you. His
name is Draco. She said. I can tell he's dangerous, but please tell me what you know. Trust me, I can handle
it, please, Gwen.! I pleaded to her. She hesitated for a second, then looked into my eyes. He comes here a
lot. He's here now in the back with his crew; please don't start anything because if he gets pissed off, Draco
will kill everyone in here. They gave him the nickname the Russian demon because he shows no mercy.
She said, Shaking with fear. Don't worry. I won't let anyone here get hurt. I am just going to talk to him.
Even more, worry grew on her face, and then she noticed my small Katana on the side of my bag. I never
noticed that on your bag is a sword. Don't tell me you brought a sword to a gunfight? Oh Lord Jesus, she
said as she began to shake. As I said, don't worry, this will be quick. I told her with confidence. I gulped
down the rest of my drink with fire in my eyes. I got up from the bar and began walking towards the back
of Draco. As I began to get closer, some of his crewmates started looking at me and whispering That I was
walking toward him; he smiled and let me get closer. As I was about 2 feet from him I saw he was a lot
bigger than I thought he was. May I help you, little man, he asked me with a grin. Do you know a woman
named Rebecca fields? I asked him. Concern and anger grew on his face. He grabbed his pistol, which was
a desert eagle, pointed to my face, and said who the f*** are you? I'm just a man looking for answers. I told
him this doesn't have to get violent. He caught this gun, looking like he was getting ready to shoot. Listen,
Bastard. I don't know who the f*** you are. When I got the time, he screamed at me, you play no damn
games. I put my right On the hill of my blade. I could see his friends starting to pull their weapons out. I
looked at his face was red full of anger and concern. That's when I knew there was no more talking. He
tried pulling the trigger, but before he could, like a flash of lightning, I pulled my blade out, cut the bear's tip-
off, and jabbed him in the throat. With shock on his face, and barely could speak, coughing. f*** Kill this
f*****. There were five other guys with him. Two of them had guns as well the other ones had knives. Just
as fast as Before one shot, I deflected the bullet as I ran towards him. I was trying not to kill anyone, so
instead of Slicing his throat, I knocked him out with the hilt of My sword. While dealing with the two with
guns, one with a knife grabbed me from behind. I backward head-butted him in the nose, which let me
get free, and just armed him and did the same with the other guys. After I ensured everybody had their
weapons gone, I walked to Draco and asked him the same question. With anger in my eyes, I asked him,
pulling his shirt, do you know who Rebecca fields is? Smiling with blood in his mouth, I don't know what
the f*** you're talking about, he told me as he spat in my face. For a second, I had the thought of slicing his
throat. I just pushed him to the ground and sheath my sword. I again walked out of the door. If you hear anyone here,
I'll come back and kill every last of you. It's not a threat. It's a promise, I told them. I looked at Gwen as I
apologized for the mess. Hey, I told you no one would get hurt, well, besides those guys. As I walked out
the door. With vengeance in my eyes.
