Smoke rings puffed through the air inside the bar as he took another drag from the ciggeratte. " After all you did accept my company,â€ The old woman spoke seemingly unaffected by the amount of alchohal intake she had swallowed down. There was a pause , and with the pause he reached for an ashtray so that the cig could properly be put out. Meanwhile, his mind was running over plenty of thoughts about this old lady being a woman that took souls for youth. It was rather comical , and caused a few chuckles to escape his lips before his attention was taken by a square TV to the right of him.<br/><br/>On the TV a man in his late 50's was talking about a woman that had been brutally murdered. The scene may have been no diffrent than any other scene in a town. However the reported described the incident as unusual. The heart was ripped out, and the eye sockets had been carved as if the person had no right to be able to see.  Though the name of the victem, and actual body were not allowed to be shared on TV. A shiver found its way down hiis body.<br/><br/>" but I never bothered to look for them.â€" He was pulled out of the world of TV when the old woman spoke. His head turned to look at her because it was odd to see someone who is unable to determine who their siblings are.The bartender with his burly hands took the glass away from him sighing. It seemed drinking too much went against this man's code.<br/><br/>" So what you are saying is that you never had parents so to speak. Now that piques a writers interest." The sound of a deadly scream hit his ears, and he twirled around the chair to see a blonde beauty holding a knife with blood dripping off it. The lady's blue eyes nearly crazed by madness. Her victem had been sliced deep  in the left of the neck. Blood pouring out of the juggular.<br/><br/>There was nothing that could be done now to prevent the injury. But his mind ran though ways on how to get the knife from the lady. His feet slowly brought him to her, or rather staggered towards her. Hands tried to grasp the arm with the knife but instead were met with a slice from the weapon. He growled in anger now  desperately grabbing her dainty arm and twisting it so that the knife fell from her fingers.<br/><br/>The blood dripped onto the floor , as his mind began to swirl from how drunk he was.  Being drunk meant that blood would leak like a rive from his wrist. The lady began to come to her sense crying about how she had not meant to hurt anyone. He looked at the old woman and then at the bartender. Neither of them seemed in a rush to help the him, or the other severly injured girl. For a moment he wondered how this happenedbut just as fast fell back into darkness.