Anyone write?

[Mech1031]

Here is that start i was working on. thought i'd post it just for the hell of it. the first part in the "<< >>" is something that is addressed later on in the story, i put those in all my stories for some reason

<<Thunder shattered the silence of those empty halls…
A handful of people would have called it the sound of inevitability
But I knew what it was. It was hell, and it was knocking on our door…>>

* * *
A voice called out from the bar into the men’s room, “Ben, are you going to finish that round, or am I gonna hafta finish it for ya?!”
“Very funny guys- oh no, not again…” the sound of gagging can be heard.
“Well, when you quit puking your guts out, get out here, you got a visitor!”

Ben staggered out of the stall with a brand new stain on his business shirt. He batted it with a paper towel a few times to wipe it off, but to no avail. The water from the faucet ran cold, but he could care less. He splashed it on his face as if it were some magical liquid that would make him sober again. A light tingle fell over him for a moment, but it faded rather quickly. After a few effortless tries to dry his face with the hand dryer, he walked out of the men’s room and back into the chaos that was, the bar.

“Ok guys, who’s here to see me?”
”Some outa towner, he’s over there with the whiskey”

Ben walked over awkwardly and sat down next to him. He had never seen the stranger before, but he looked vaguely familiar. Maybe a name would help.

“You uh, wanted to see me?”
”…that depends.”
“…depends on what?”
“are you Ben Prescof?”

Who is this guy anyway? And how did he know my last name?

“yeah, it is.”
“I can’t tell you my name, or why I’m here. I was only sent to give you a message.”

Okay, now I’m amused! Oh great one, tell me the message, tell me so I can share this wisdom that is so great, I needed to hear it at 2:00am in a bar after getting wasted!

“Things aren’t what they seem…”
I’m shaking in my boots…
“In the near future, you will have to make a very hard decision. One regarding your life against someone elses. Don’t be a hero…”
oh nooo…someone please help me, the spooky man says I’m going to make a decision. Pfft, I’m ending this now so I can go home and get some sleep…
“Look buddy, I don’t know who you are, where you came from, but I do know this. I don’t need to take advice from henchmen. And I suggest you get outta my town before I show you a decision your not gonna like.”

The man got up and started to walk away. Ben seemed satisfied that he could drive someone off in his drunken state. The man studdered for a moment, and turned his head.

“when you regain conciousness, remember this visit…” and he continued out the door.

Ben sat dumbfounded, he didn’t understand what he meant by “regain conciousness”. Just then, a bottle of schnapps fell off the top shelf and was hurtling toward bens face. He stared at it obliviously for the half a second it took for the bottle to hit him and said to himself “well now, this can’t be good.”