Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter 3: We'll Be Right Back!

Two Hours After The Last Chapter...

[Asher lies motionless in the alleyway for a total of 2 hours now. He hasn't moved since Jockey and his Lackeys beat him. His left eye slowly opens a bit, he looks around at his surroundings without moving an inch. He's definitely alive but seems to be in a dazed state. He then turns himself over onto his back.]

Asher: Heh... Damn... I got my ass beat again... I almost died again too... Fuck... *Chuckles* I wonder what happens if I die again... *Laughs* Will I go to Double Hell? *Laughs*

[Asher laughs at his own joke, he then coughs up a little bit of blood.]

Asher: *Cough* *Cough* God Damn it...

[Asher leans up and attempts to hold himself up with his hands, but instead of holding himself up he just falls on his side. He rubs his head with his free hand and looks around.]

Asher: Everything's blurry... Son of a...

[Asher places both of his hands on the ground and is able to get on his knees and stand up. He makes his way to the side of a building and leans against it as he tries to get his bearings.]

Asher: Aww it hurts... Everything hurts...

[He looks around the alleyway and begins to limp and sway his way forward. He almost collapses again as he tries to walk. Eventually, he makes his way out of the alleyway and falls to his knees on the sidewalk. He stands back up and leans against the front of the building, he shakes his head and looks at the passersbys. They all exchange glares with each other. To Asher, this must be a common sight. He looks to his left and notices that he's leaning against a store, some sort of radio store. He lets out a sigh and walks forward so he can see himself in the reflection of the store's front window. He's bruised and scratched all over with some cuts on his face, his eyes are both barely open but not terribly bruised. But the worst injury of them all has to be his crooked nose.]

Asher: *Groan* Bouncer you bastard...

[Asher touches his nose, he immediately recoils back in pain.]

Asher: *Pain* Fuck... Ok... That's broken... *Deep Breath* Ohhh... Ok, ok...

[Asher lets out a deep sigh, he notices a bottle in a bag on the ground out front of the radio store. Ash reaches down and picks up the bottle, he sniffs the inside of it. It smells vile, like alcohol combined with some other foreign substance or liquid. It probably tastes as bad as its smell. Asher lets out a groan and looks at the bottle.]

Asher: *Groan* Ohhh, ok... Salute!

[Asher raises the bottle up above him then puts the bottle to his lips and downs the whole thing in one gulp.]

Asher: *Gag* Awww, that's foul... But hey, it might numb the pain...

[He puts the bottle back on the ground and lets out a nervous chuckle. He puts his hands out to his side then close to his face, his hands are shaking a bit. He takes another deep breath as he moves his hands onto the side of his nose and winces in pain. He takes another deep breath, then another, and another. Then in a quick motion, he moves his hands creating a loud cracking sound.]

Asher: OH- FUCK ME!!!

[Asher kicks the bottle, sending it towards a brick wall smashing it into pieces.]

Asher: FUCKING- Ugggghhhh...

[He looks back into his reflection in the radio store, his nose looks straight now but bruised.]

Asher: Ugh... Motherfucker...

[Asher pokes his nose a few times. It hurts, but not as much as before.]