The Town Center

“Let’s go see the town center.”

Theresa puts out her cigarette. “I suppose that’s a good place to start.”

In a few minutes Smith pulls in to a nineteen fifties style town center. There is a green, a mobile home style diner, and about a dozen shops. There are lights on in the diner.

“Theresa, do you suppose the diner is open?”

“Might be. Even if it’s not we might find someone.”

The group walks towards the diner as they get close they see a young man covered in blood engaging in some kind of altercation.

He yells inside. “C’mon Carly, suck my dick.”

A very attractive waitress yells back at him. “Get lost Steve. Your not welcome here.”

“No threshold bitch, I can come in as I please.”

Tanya readies her cross and places a hand on the silver scimitar strapped across her back.

Before Tanya can even move into position, Smith swings an executioners axe at the young man. He doesn’t even have time to turn. His head comes off cleanly, sparking and catching fire even before it lands. His beheaded body bursts into flames and in moments is dust.

The brunette waitress smiles at Smith. “Thanks for dealing with that prick. He’s been bothering customers all night.”

Tanya interjects. “Miss, can you tell us what’s been going on here?”

“I’d be happy to. Stay for some delicious warm, cherry pie, on the house, and I’ll tell you what I know.”

The waitress waiggles her spectacular round pert as ass as she heads back to the kitchen.

Tanya contemplates what to do. “The waitress seems awfully cold. She didn’t even flinch when Smith killed him. Think we should stay Theresa?”