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Japanese RestaurantThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Carey Joyce | |
| Wednesday, 19 March 2008 | |
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Share it:      You walk into a quiet Japanese restaurant and sit at the sushi bar. After ordering a beer you look around and take a mental headcount of everyone in the restaurant. The Sushi chef in front of you behind the bar, the chef behind him in the kitchen, the waiter to your right entering an order at a computer, the couple farther to the right at the cafe’ table, and the group of three men at the booth behind you and to the left. You assume the hostess is still at the front door next to the large fountain, smiling irritatingly at everyone who comes in. You create the plan in your head, chug your beer, and take a deep breath. You start by vaulting over the sushi bar using your left hand. This lands you behind the bar facing out, with your right hand on the large knife in front you. You grab the knife and thrust it directly into the sushi chef’s right kidney, twisting the blade immediately to prevent it from getting stuck. This is important as you use the same knife to stab the second chef, you lunge over the service counter, grab his shirt with your left hand, and leave the blade in his throat. The waiter has noticed the commotion and is temporarily frozen. You take the three steps to his computer and use your left hand to throw it up and into his shocked face. The impact knocks him cold, you will come back to him later. You take four quick steps to the couple at the cafe table. The man rises to meet you so you thrust your right palm hard and quick up and into his nose, sending most of its bone structure into his brain. Without wasting a second you shatter his cocktail glass against the table and ram the jagged edge into his date’s throat, kicking her and her chair over. Now you have the three men at the booth to contend with. By this time they have figured out what is happening and are running for the door. You leap over the large fountain to your left and block the exit, grabbing the shocked hostess by her ponytail and hitting her hard in the chin to render her unconscious. The first man who comes at you gets a swift kick to the groin. While he is reeling over you dunk the hostesses head into the fountain with your right hand while grabbing his hair with your left. With the correct weight shift you bring his body crashing down on her head, breaking her neck as her head hangs over the edge of the fountain. At this time the second man is at your right, attempting to escape out the door behind you. You kick him in the in the back of his leg at the joint, bringing him to his knees in pain as you kick his head through the glass door. This knocks him out while you confront the third man. A strong jab with your middle knuckle to his throat has him gagging while you pull out his belt, tighten it around his neck, and hang him with it from the horizontal door handle. He still struggles with his arms and legs so a well placed kick to the lower back breaks his spine, paralyzing him while he chokes to death. The first man has made it off of the dead hostess and is stumbling towards the door. You grab him by the throat and place your right leg behind his and violently push him down onto his back next to the hostess stand. Without releasing your grip on his throat you grab the pen off the stand with your left hand and stab him twice in the jugular, causing a very bloody mess while you turn around to finish off the second man you kicked through the door. You use a large shard of broken glass to slit his throat while he is still unconscious, making his the most pleasant death of the night. While the first and third men are still gagging and bleeding to death you take the 5 steps back to the waiter. He is still out cold so you simply pick up the computer next to him and bring it down hard on his skull, shattering both. The first sushi chef is still alive, curled in an agonizing ball from his kidney wound. Out of pity you kick him in the head to knock him out so that he can bleed to death in his sleep. All of this, from the first vault behind the bar to the final kick, takes you 1 minute and 43 seconds. You stop to catch your breath and calmly pull a few bills from your wallet. You leave them on the counter next to your empty beer, you’re a murderer, not a thief. You walk quickly out the back entrance and towards your vehicle parked at the rear of the building. It seems you had this planned all along. You quickly examine yourself and realize your hands are covered in blood as well as both shirt sleeves and possibly part of your pants. Without hesitating you open the trunk and find a new set of pants, shirt, socks and boots. You quickly remove the old and place them in the empty trash bag you find next to the new clothes. You wipe your hands off with your old shirt, removing the excess blood. After putting on the new clothes you tie the bag up and leave it in the trunk. You drive the car several miles to an old abandoned industrial park where you remove the plastic bag from the trunk and burn it and its contents in a nearby trash barrel. You watch the flames destroy the clothes while mentally replaying the events at the Japanese restaurant. What did you do wrong? What could have been done better? Are you sure everyone is dead? After the fire has consumed the clothing you go back to your vehicle, stinking of burnt plastic and rubber from the trash bag and your old boots. Your wife won’t notice the change off clothes but she will smell the burnt plastic. She is sitting in the kitchen, reading emails on her laptop. She hears him at the door, fumbling with his keys until finally opening it. She immediately notices his change of clothes and the wild look in his eyes. Oh god. Why does he keep doing this? She asks him calmly where he has been. He responds saying he went out for a beer and ran into some old friends. Oh really? She asks while pointing out his change of clothes. He assures her everything is ok and that he had some problems while out. She knows the truth and asks where it happened. He tells her the name of the Japanese restaurant, muttering how things got out of hand and some people never learn and he couldn’t help it. She calls the Japanese restaurant and asks if her to-go order is still waiting. The hostess tells her that her husband left before it was ready so they placed it in one of the refrigerators in the kitchen. She apologizes to the hostess and tells her she will be there in ten minutes. As she is walking out the door she turns to her husband and calmly tells him that he only has one shirt left and will need to go clothes shopping if he keeps burning everything. Copyright 2008 Carey Joyce |
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