Jacob felt his face split into a grin that promised that not only would there be vengeance, but it was going to be slow and terrible, and the most painful moments of this thug's life. He started to move when he heard Lucy, her voice cutting over the din. He turned around to see the crouched form of someone else behind the bar with her. He didn't think, he was already moving. Distance vanished, and stregnth sang in his limbs. He jumped. He had thought to land on the bar, let his momentum carry him into the man. Jacob was going farther, knees hitting the man in the ribs, throwing them both into the back of the bar. The whole cabinet of booze rattled from the hit, and Jacob slapped at his forearm, the hit breakig the grip on Lucy.
He wanted to toss the man away, deal with him where Lucy couldn't see, ut the man was good in a scrap, keeping the grapple going. Jacob didn't have time for this. His hand snapped up, clutching the face of the man, and he started to press his tumbs into his eyes-
"Don't take the job tonight. I've got a bad feeling about it." The speaker was a young woman, maybe sixteen, dark hair, bright eyes, though she looked worried.
"You always have a bad feeling Charlotte. Trust me." The man replied.
"Dad-"
"No. We gotta live, and that means I gotta get paid. And this is how I do it. I'll make mroe tonight than most make in three months. I do this, maybe one other milk run, and we can take off for awhile, get out of it all. How about Italk? You always wanted to see the vineyards?"
"You mean it?"
"Absolutely." Charlotte hugged her father, and-
Jacob looked down, his thumbs buried up to the hilt in the eyes of the man. The man who no longer struggled beneath him. Jacob withdrew his crimson stained thumbs.
"Sorry, but Charlotte isn't going to see those vineyards afterall." He said with a waver to his voice. Bullets hit the bar, and he turned a half wild, half despaired and almost entirely inhuman. He vaulted over the bar, leaving the dead thug where he lay.
His target was dragging himself away, and Jacob swept up a fallen gun, picking his shots properly now, three bullets into a man on the catwalks over the stage, two more into a man who rushed out at him. There was nothing normal in his action, he was running on instinct, picking a target and ending it. The bullets had slackened, ended. And his target was just pulling himself backstage. Jacob was in quick pursuit.
"What the fuck is your damage? Go! Just leave me alone!" The thug protested, spitting with anger as Jacob approached.
"And how many asked you to do the same? Did you hesitate? Even once?" Jacob asked. The man was silent a moent, letting Jacob speak again. "Don't despair. Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall." He grinned and pounced on the man.
A fist hit his cheek, but he didn't slow. He hammered a hand down on the upper arm of his foe, his victim, heard bone break, the plaintive cry of pain from the man. Jacob broke a rib, then another, his hand hitting the broken patch of flesh, and-
The thug laughed, shrugging his shoulders as Jacob died against the glass, the team of men walking out of the building. Police would be slow tonight, they'd made arrangements on that front.
"Lucky bastard. Mirrors behind us. he actually got to watch himself go." The thug groused to one of his companions.
"Brusier, you got fuckin' issues man." One of them pointed out. They all laughed a moment-
-Jacob drew in a breath, and grinned down at Brusier.
"Don't worry. I'll give you your wish." He told him in a whisper. As Bruiser looked on in confusion, Jacob reached up and tore a chuck out of his face. Bruiser howled, and Jacob tossed a piece of eye scoket away. Bruiser's eye fell loose, and Jacob gingerly lifted it. Bruiser was too far gone to struggle now, he just made whimpering sounds as Jacob aimed the eye lower, letting bruiser see his own torso. And then Jacob plunged his hand into Bruiser's chest. A moment later, his hand dripping gore, he pulled Bruiser's heart up into the open air, where it could be seen. He grinned at Bruiser, keeping the heart in hand a moment, before he simply crushed the organ in his fist, and let it fall.
Jacob stood, and raised his hands, giving a howl of triumph and release. Another step closer. But to what?