“Boy, come on!” Dennis said as he peeked in the changing room. “Sagebear’s already swimming laps in the dog pool without you!”
He saw Shark sitting on the furthest away bench, trying to cover his upper half with a towel. A deep red blush was on his cheeks.
“Aw, boy. What is it? You afraid of the other hotel people seeing you shirtless?” Shark nodded. “Well, that’s odd. You never really had a problem with it before.”
“I don’t know what the problem is,” Shark said quietly, pulling the towel tighter around himself. “I guess it’s because there’s so many people around.”
He stood up, still blushing. “But I do want to see Sagebear swimming. Can I just…not actually swim myself and just get my feet wet or something?”
“Well, that takes care of that,” Harwood declared as he returned while turning off his cell phone. “Our new furniture should be here in a few days.”
“A few days?!” Sinbad was surprised at just how quickly things could be delivered in Bridgeport.
Harwood nodded. “Well, we live in town, and as I say, I got connections. Guess doing commissions for the right people in town pays off.”
Then he clapped hand onto Marc’s shoulder. Marc was still so out of it, he barely noticed.
“Right. What’s say all three of us head home? I’m feeling like some nice tea to relax with-”
“Uhhh…” Sinbad made a noise to interrupt him. “You guys go on ahead. I’m gonna…Think I’ll go and screw around town a bit.”
He then made to go, reaching his truck and quickly leaving. It didn’t occur to him that he was Harwood and Marc’s ride back home as well.
A few hours later, several of the bars were beginning to open up around the city. Annette could tell because of the people suddenly retreating into the buildings.
What astounded her was that some places were getting more business than others, it looked like. Wanting to try and get in on it, she asked a couple of bizarrely-dressed passerby.
“‘Scuse me! Where exactly are you find people going?” Without saying a word, they pointed to the nearest sports bar. Annette thought they were dressed for the wrong kind of place, but didn’t say anything.
She then waited for them to get there, before going there herself. Once inside, Annette watched as the people she questioned hid somewhere in the back of the bar.
“Okay, that’s weird,” she said to herself, “unless they can get great deals in the back room.”
Thinking nothing more of it, Annette took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. She knew she was supposed to be looking for someone, but she figured she could take a short break.
For now, all she had to think about was how to weasel her way out of paying for her drink.
Clearly The Builder had been in a more vicious mood than usual.
By the time they had finished with their bludgeoning, their entire front was splattered with blood. As for the poor destroyed clone, the assistants could only hope his death was swift.
The Builder then held the clone up by their now bashed in skull, before proceeding to sink in their teeth and suck his brains out.
All the assistants could do now was avert their eyes out of posthumous respect for the Julian clone. As soon as The Builder was done, they threw the corpse down to the floor.
“Well, that was fun,” they said in a bored monotone voice, with brain matter smeared about their face. Then they left the room to do something else.
Upon reaching their room, The Builder took hold of the coffee table that had still been there. They made a mental note to actually drain out the offending material later on.
“Fuck, you’re a heavy bastard! No wonder it hurt like hell when you smacked me,” they shouted as they pulled the table out toward the prison cells.
Then, they reached the cell they wanted. With a grunt, they lifted the table up and pushed it into the cell. As soon as the table was flipped on its top, The Builder then jumped up onto it and began stomping on it.
Once again, Sinbad was shocked and outraged at who he was seeing in the sports bar. He at least knew for sure now that he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating.
“Great…” He muttered to himself. So far, however, it didn’t look like Annette noticed him. Taking a seat at an empty table, he waited for someone to come serve him.
He never got a chance to be served. Seeing two people in the back of the bar come out into the open, his blood became chilled.
Quietly staring, Sinbad bore witness to these people come up to another bar-goer, and tapping his shoulder.
A few brief, quiet words were exchanged. Then one of them punched the man out right in the face.
As soon as that single action was initiated, all hell broke loose. Punches were landed, guns were fired off.
In the chaos, Sinbad took note of Annette hiding behind the bar, peeking over the top of it. He was about to call her out on it, when he felt a punch hit the exact wrong spot on him.
Immediately, Sinbad felt something feral invade his mind. Snarling, he swiveled around to the man who threw the punch, and grabbed him by the throat.
Annette knew she wouldn’t be able to hide where she was forever. She wasn’t even worried about that problem right now.
What she was frightened by was seeing Sinbad throw a man through the wall, and growling angrily. To her, it seemed as if time itself had slowed to a near-halt.
She could only watch as he then pummeled another unfortunate patron.
During the whole thing, a news crew somehow arrived at the scene, and had begun filming the altercation for all to see.
“Oh, yeah. Like we really all need to see this on the news…” Annette grumbled to herself as she slipped back under the bar.
Taking the chance presented by not getting smacked, Annette began crawling away from the fighting, and looked for the nearest exit.
“Oh, dear…” Blaise had turned the channel to some random breaking news report by chance. She wanted to have something to watch as she dried Sagebear with a towel. Seeing the nature of the broadcast, and who was on camera, she called out for her husband.
“Denny! Hey Denny, ya might want to come and look at this!”
Coming out of the bathroom, Dennis frantically tried pulling his pants back up. He made sure they were zipped up before moving any further.
“What is it? The boy do a cannonball in the pool outside and splash everyone?” To answer his question, Blaise pointed at the TV. “Oh, my word…”
The calamity that was ensuing was nothing new to them. Both of them were stunned at who was at the center of it all now.
“Well, it’s been a real long time since any of us saw him, huh?” Blaise said before letting Sagebear go free.
Now that she was properly dried and free of chlorine, Sagebear clambered up to the screen and whimpered at seeing Sinbad attack random barflies.
“Should we tell Shark about this, or…?”
“No, no,” Dennis said as he waved the events off. “We don’t need him worrying about it for the rest of the vacation.”