The Lance Saga by Black Falcon

                        Club Pain

     He then drove around the city observing the many attractions
and that kind of shit.  He quickly got bored and wanted to hurt
someone, so Lance went to a club and parked in an ally.  He
walked to the front of the building, looked in, and saw dozens of
sexy women in the facility.  He entered the place and was about
to walk to the inner area when some guy tried to grab him and
said he had to pay fifteen bucks to go into the joint.  Lance
spun around and grasped the dude's throat as he cut the guy's
eyes out and ate them like candy.  Then he rammed the blind
mother fucker's head through one of the cinder block walls.  The
person's dome was cracked and he expired shortly thereafter while
Lance smiled and entered the establishment.
     He went to the bar and ordered a drink.  "Give me the
strongest thing you've got." said Lance to the bar tender.
     "One super hot fire-breather coming up.  You sure you want
this?" the keep asked Lance.
     "You better shut the fuck up and give me the drink, you
asswipe!" screamed Lance to the stupid fucker.  The guy handed
him a steaming reddish liquid in a special glass.  Lance engulfed
the whole thing in one swallow.  He then laughed and spit on the
floor in front of the bar worker.  "That shit tastes like tap
water!"
     "Impossible!  No one can drink that shit and not burn their
throat!" exclaimed the astonished man.
     "Oh, is that fucking right?"  Lance grabbed the cocktail
lounge manager's head and poured acid down his gullet.  His
throat sizzled as the acid ate into his flesh and easily
decapitated him.
     Lance then looked at the dance floor and saw a bunch of
bitches running around and dancing.  "What the fuck is this, The
Grind?"  Lance shot everyone with his 15mm M7 assault cannon. 
Their bodies split into fiberous bloody masses as the shells tore
into their hides ripping them apart like onion paper.
     He purposely missed a pretty red haired woman sitting in a
corner booth and walked over to her table and sat down.  "Hey
bitch.  How come I missed you when I shot everyone else?  Wait, I
know, it was because of your good looks.  I missed you on
purpose.  But I won't miss you with my prick you stupid whore!"
     Lance grabbed the bitch by her hair and dragged her to the
middle of the blood encumbered dance floor.  "Time for a special
kind of dance." he said to her.  The girl shuddered in fear but
Lance ignored the woman.  He picked her up and forced her to
dance with him.  She was nearly in shock having witnessed the
death of everyone in the club but Lance just laughed and tried to
be all nice to her.
     "Hey you dance pretty good." he said, but she was limp in
his arms.  "Okay, fine.  You want to get right to the good stuff,
I understand." Lance kindly spoke.  But his intentions were far
from compassionate.  He grabbed a wine bottle and broke it across
the back of her head.  The girl's hair deflected the blow but
large pieces of glass still managed to imbed themselves in the
bitch's soft flesh.  Fresh blood drained out and she grasped her
head in pain.  The wench just trembled after seeing all the blood
on her hand.  Lance took some glass shards and sliced up her
stomach.  The sharp pieces tore right through her shirt and slit
into her skin drawing more blood.  He pulled off her shirt and
dug a piece of glass right into her belly button.  He twisted it
violently shredding her flesh and causing severe agony.  Her
belly button was cut up real bad and Lance rammed his fingernails
under it and ripped it out.  He shoved the bloody piece of flesh
down the girl's throat choking her.  Then Lance threw her down
and tore off her pants and so violently raped her.  He banged in
and out of the stupid bitch while continuing to slice her up with
the pieces of glass.
     He humped her roughly for 20 minutes purposely holding back
his seed.  Finally, after Lance couldn't hold it any longer, he
blew a wad deep into her twat.  She was semi-consciousness, and
in shock, her fragile mind trying to block the horrors around
her.  Lance injected uppers into her arm and she became quite
aware, perfect for him to complete his assault by snuffing the
cunt.
     Lance measured her with his cold, evil eyes.  She looked
back at him, full of fear, but helpless to resist.  He smiled, as
he always does, but it was an emotionless smile.  A sick smile.
Lance unsheathed his Bushmaster knife.  It's blade, over 25
centimeters long, glistened in the dance floor light.  He
patiently cleaned it, wanting to prolong the inevitable death of
this young wench.  She began to cry, she knew exactly what was
going to happen.  Lance put away his cleaning cloth, then took
hold of the cunt's hair.  "Goodbye, stupid bitch." he said.  He
drove the knife straight into her neck, right at the soft part
and pushed it all the way in blocking her air passage.  She began
choking and bleeding to death simultaneously.  He held it there
as she convulsed, then with super strength yanked it sideways
severing the carotid artery.  The resulting shower of blood was
quite amusing to him.  He removed the blade and watched as she
fell to the floor, shaking violently as red liquid pulsed from
the wound.  He then started kicking her in the ribs fracturing
them causing even more pain.  Soon it was over, her life had
ended, her head nearly severed.  Lance bit off her nose and ears,
ate them, and walked away.

Written by Black Falcon