Your Love Left A Scar

A man walked into the pub. It was busy and moving, every person jammed next to the other. In a corner three men were playing cards, one poorly hiding an ace. On the other side of the room, a man was slowly sipping his stress away into a bottle of scotch, his eyes red and puffy, but had his cow- boy hat halfway into his eyes. At a bar stool, a woman and a man were kissing furiously.

The man couldn't help the fire that ignited in his eyes, and took a seat next to the couple."It's all fun 'n games 'til she tries to kill ya."

The couple looked frightened at the man with a large scar on the side of his face."E-excuse m-me?" The woman stuttered, uncertainly.

"You may pretend to be a saint Ms, but I've been with a lot of women. Only loved one." He chuckled."Would ya like to hear a story?"

They both bobbed there head yes. The man peeked out from under his cowboy hat and stared at them for a good while, before he smirked.

"It all started..."

Mans Story_~

The night was heavy and windy. A man with piercing blue eyes and dirty blonde hair walked silently through the streets. Dust whirled around angrily in the sky. The man squinted his eyes to keep the dust from his eyes. He took his gun and aimed everywhere-frantically.

He caught sight of a lone, small house at the end of the street. He hurriedly walked forward and peeked through the windows. No light, no furniture. Perfect. With unpracticed ease, he kicked the door open and quickly walk inside.

The man went straight toward the sink in the two-bedroom house. He turned the faucet on, and it squirted angrily out of the faucet. It may have been boiling hot, but he didn't care. He rubbed his face clean of the dirt that was there. The last thing he saw was the face of a small woman, before he was knocked out.
Man In Pub_~

"D-did you know her?" The woman with the bright blonde hair asked.

The man in the cowboy hat chuckled deeper,"Not yet, Ms."

Mans Story_~

When the man awoke, he saw the beautiful woman he had seen before she had knocked him out. She stood warily in front of him, a bat clutched tightly in her small and dainty hands. Her endless brown eyes searched frantically around the unfurnished room before her eyes found his. She narrowed her eyes dangerously at him,"Who are you?"

The man tried to move and it was only then he realized he was chained to a lone wood pillar in the room."I assure you Ms, I'm not a danger."

Her grip loosened on the bat, but tightened right away."Did Sean send you, huh? He and his worthless lies about me!" Her voice raised angrily.

"Ma'am, Ma'am! Please! Lower your voice they'll hear you!" He sighed."My name is Brian Reed. I'm not from this here town. I'm runnin', not chasin'."

She lowered her bat and dropped it completely."Kathy Milland."

Brian nodded his head at her."Pleasure."

Brian In Pub_

"Romantic." The young man snorted, rolling his eyes. The blonde woman rubbed her fingers through his dark spiky locks

Brian smirked,"I never said this story was romantic, now did I, Boy?"

Brian's Story_

Over the next few days Kathy and Brian got closer and closer. Then, one night, they made love. The next morning Brian woke to an empty bed. His face slipped into a frown and he dressed and slipped out the front door.

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Brian hadn't seen his lovely Kathy in weeks, and that chilled him to the bone. One night, he was riding through town on his white stallion, when he saw his lost love wandering the streets. Her white dress trailing slightly behind her, making her look as innocent as ever.

Once he jumped off his stallion, and onto the ground he caught up to her."Kathy, where have you been?"

When she turned, her eyes had a certain fire burning in them, her face was extremely pale. The last thing he expected to happened-actually never expected to happen- happened. She reached out and scratched his face violently, before she took his face into her hands and kissed him angrily. Only this time, when it was over, he fell lifelessly to the ground. The scratch mark already beginning to heal as she walked off towards nowhere in particular. Actually, she looked like she was in auto pilot.

Brian In Pub

"Not possible." The black haired young man snorted with a smirk.

"Really?" Brian questioned and shouted to the bartender, who bluntly ignored him."Service sucks here." He spoke before he slowly faded away, all that was left was his cowboy hat.

The two teens stared on in shock. Just then, the bartender came up,"Son, you might wanna grab your hat. I need that seat for customers, not hats." They just stared on at the spot Brian recently vacated-or didn't.