The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 52: Bar Fight

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A guy with a tank top and beer stains all over his blue jeans let out a nasty burp, lunging forward at Warren’s head. Warren dived to the ground, and the weirdo went flying, smashing his head against the floor and letting out a cry of anguish. Warren spotted a broken beer bottle on the ground and snatched it up, his eyes darting around quickly. Three people were rushing at him from all sides, each one carrying a dangerous weapon.

“Take this you fiend!” the one to Warren’s left barked at him. He was carrying a stool and was wearing a green t-shirt and brown cargo pants. He put the stool up in the air and was about to smash Warren overhead, but as he smashed the stool down, Warren shot up into the air and kicked him in the stomach. He dropped the stool as a stream of spit flew out and hit the guy to Warren’s right, who let out a disgusted squeal, flailing his arms around wildly. Warren spun around and smashed the stool into the orange hooded man. The guy in front of him and a face as red as a tomato and wet black hair. Warren headbutted the man’s nose, causing blood to spill out onto the floor.

The three guys collapsed to the floor, leaving Warren slightly breathless. He noticed that most of the crowd was starting to flee the scene. Warren smirked at the sight.

Suddenly someone grabbed at his dress shirt, and Warren turned to see the bum. She let out a growl that sounded like a dinosaur, and began to spout some sort of gibberish at him. Warren squinted his eyes in confusion, pulling away from her. Warren poked at her eyes, and she let out a “YOUCH!” backing off and rubbing her eyes. She bumped her head on the wall, before finally facing her defeat.

Warren looked around the place and realized that the tattooed man had disappeared.

“Didn’t think some muscle monster like him would just flee,” Warren said. Just then, he heard the sound of a gun being reloaded, and footsteps approaching from behind.

“Uhh, Sam?”

No response.

Warren gulped. He could see a large shadow on the ground under the lightbulb creep up behind him.

“He’s right behind me isn’t he.”

“Hands up, bro,” a cruel voice snarled. It sure did sound like a tattooed man. Warren slowly put his hands up.

“Now, what’s your name, bro?”

“Warren. Warren Justice.”

“Warren Justice… Well, bro, I must say you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in you. Now, I need you to walk over there. To that table over there… and don’t even think about running. I went to the shooting range every weekend with my boy.”

Warren slowly walked forward to a table in the middle of the chaos. As he reached it, he heard the clack of a gun hitting the ground. Warren turned around to see that the tattooed man had dropped the gun to the ground. He was cracking his knuckles.

“Pleasure to meet you bro!” the man said, pointing at the ceiling, “Name’s Jack. BIG Jack. And I can sense your undying determination, bro. And your strength. I want to fight you fair and square, right here right now!”

Big Jack sighed, and then looked at Warren with a frown.

“I know your name isn’t really Warren. You fight too well to be a Warren. You MUST have a true name, like me, Big Jack. So tell me now. What’s your true name?”

“No need to drag this out. It’s Warren.”

“NO. That’s not your real name,” Big Jack declared. Warren facepalmed, deciding to play along.

“Fine. You got me. My true name…”

Warren readied into a fighting stance.

“Is The Judge!”

Big Jack let out a big laugh and got into a fighting stance.

“Well, JUDGE! Our battle will be legendary!”

Big Jack let out a battle cry and rushed at Warren. Warren rushed forward as well, and as Big Jack tried to punch at Warren, Warren quickly weaved out of the way. Warren jumped and spun in the air, aiming his legs to kick at Big Jack’s face. Big Jack’s eyes pierced Warren’s, and he grinned. Big Jack instantly turned and grabbed Warren’s leg.

Warren let out a gasp, and Big Jack pulled him forward by the leg and headbutt him right in the chin! Warren let out a groan, but quickly recovered and gave him an elbow to the cheek in retaliation. Big Jack let out a roar of rage, letting go of Warren. Warren backed off, clenching his other fist, he ran up and whacked him right in the face.

POW!

Big Jack let out a yell of shock, as he reached his hand out to rub his jaw.