State of my Head (Drifter)

I didn't really know how to start this off. After what happened last time, how do you even describe the feelings going through a person's head? The honest truth is i have no idea, but I'll try my very best.

It was bittersweet in a way. Good, because he was of sound mind once again, mostly, but bad because, well, he would have loved to let go. Have you ever had so much on your mind, so much anxiety and worry, that you just felt like turning your brain off? Sure you could sleep, but when you woke up your harsh reality would still be there, looming over you like the world had decided to rest itself on your shoulders. He was once again shaken and uncertain about who he was and who he had become, broken in a sense. He couldn't escape it on his own; but the feeling he had just days ago, the feeling of freedom, that let him.

But it was bad to be crazy, right? That was just terrible by definition—so he denied he desired it entirely. He had gotten through the pain of depression and mental strain this long, he could keep going, right? All he needed was to clear his mind, to get in his car and drive, go somewhere he knew he would be able to think about one singular thing........

He was headed to Skyler's place. Yes it took quite awhile to get there, considering where he was traveling from, but it's not like he had many places to be. He had been living off his savings for awhile now, not working just because he needed to get his head straight. As soon as he did that, he could go back to living, go back to being himself.....

He pulled down the gravel road that lead to Skyler's home, hoping him just dropping by wasn't an issue. He knew she was some sort of mercenary, and probably had things to do, but so did he. He didn't want to see her, he needed to see her. She had a way of masking his constant existential crisis, most of the time anyway. He felt like he used to when he was around her. Maybe it was selfish, but right now he didn't care about that. It was like being wounded and taking somebody's first aid kit—you didn't exactly care if it was an inconvenience while bleeding out.

After a good long drive down the private road, he reached the house, noticing a few things out of place. One: vehicles he didn't recognize. Two: some lines cut on the electrical polls outside the home. This, this didn't look good. Frankly, he was less worried and more put out. Why did life have to throw a curve ball every fucking time he tried to do something as simple as seeing a woman he liked?

.....You asshats.

There was a commotion in the house—that much was certain. What wasn't was if they had realized Lukas was there. Nobody had come running out, so it seemed that if they had noticed him they weren't making any moves. Drifter immediately opened his trunk and grabbed some of his weapons, which included his gauntlets and grenade collection. After that, he moved toward the side of the house. He didn't want to risk going through the front door because the intruders could have been watching it. He decided to go through a floor level window instead.

It wasn't hard to do, physically anyway. The tricky part was being silent. Luckily Drifter didn't have to carry around bulky equipment because most of the stuff he had on him was contained in his gauntlets. He slipped in, slick as a snake, then quickly stood up.

He found himself in the kitchen, and heard talking in the other room along with the sound of radios. Why they hadn't decided to upgrade to more stealthy means, like maybe an earpiece, was beyond Lukas. Regardless, taking those out was on his to do list.

Normally i would have put his thoughts here, but the fact is he was barely thinking at all. He knew Skyler was in there, along with three male intruders, so by reflex he decided to split them up. One would have to stay with her after all....... He fired off his wrist EMP, then got to work.

He removed a capsule from his belt, which was compressed, and poured the powdered contents gently in a line in front of the kitchen doorway. It was acetone peroxide, a highly sensitive explosive used for blasting caps. It would explode if even a merger amount of weight was put on it.

Granted, this wouldn't blow their legs off or anything. It was a relatively minor combustion. The substance was there merely to cause pain and confusion, and of course to make things fun. He couldn't just shoot them, you see. He wanted to get his hands dirty today.

He expected one, possibly two, to come for him. He readied a large machete-like knife, hid behind a stove that provided great cover from the entryway, then fired a bullet from his gauntlet into the wall. He was hoping the sound would pull his friends into the kitchen.

If they did make a move, the first and possibly only intruder in would set off the makeshift mine at the entryway merely from the friction of his boots. It would definitely hurt and shock, and when it did Drifter would spring into action.

He would leave his cover; charging at the first man with his knife as he fired a stream of rounds at any other that decided to tag along. Once he got close, he would simply swipe downward with the blade. His aim was to stick it in the guy's head while he was still dazed.

If another had come along, reacting fast enough to avoid being shot by the first stream of rounds, Drifter would actively seek him out and continue firing at point blank range.

"You better fucking hope you die quickly! I swear to god if any of you are still breathing by the end of this, you'll get a peek at my creative side!" Drifter yelled, essentially not caring about being stealthy anymore.

Well, that was easy. The first man to come Drifter's way found a machete jammed into the top of his head. Nobody else was fooled by the trap, but a second man, who started firing off some rounds in Lukas' direction, did come eventually.

Drifter was glad he put some of his body armor on. A bullet caught his shoulder before he could react, so he acted as if he had been wounded. He fell from the doorway to behind the cover of a wall, hoping the man would come in to finish him off. Thankfully, he did.

Instead of seeing a dead man though, the intruder would get a wicked fast kick launched at the side of his knee. The objective here was to cause as much damage to the leg as possible, and perhaps delay the firing of the man's weapon.

The next movement of Drifter's legs was meant to capitalize on the lack of balance the man had. It was a swift scissor sweep, which threw the guy onto his back. As Lukas did this, he held his gauntlets in front of his face to shield from a few stray rounds the assassin instinctively fired.

Once the man hit the ground, Drifter fired a stream of taser darts from his second gauntlet at the downed intruder. This effectively rendered the man immobile and convulsing.

Drifter got up, pulling the bullet that hit him from his vest.

".........Looks like you're about to take a nap. Well how about a bed time story? Hm? You like those right?" Drifter said with a smile as he disarmed the last surviving assailant. Drifter then stood over him, boots placed firmly on either side of the body as he stared down at the man.

"There was once a man that wanted nothing more then to relax. He'd been having a rough few days, you see. He had decided to go see somebody that was quite special to him; somebody that made him feel good. It's better then drinking, right? Well unfortunately, when he got to her some big bad assassins were there too. They had her all tied up, and that made the man very angry. So you know what our hero did? He killed them all....... Well, all but one. Him he tortured. Great fucking story, right?" Drifter said. He then proceeded to hit the man repeatedly in the temple with the butt of his own gun. Lukas was obviously angry; his face red as he continued to brutalize the man beneath him. Soon, the continued bashing caused a lot of blood to leak from the man's face.

"I can't hear you! GREAT FUCKING STORY, RIGHT!"

I would say Drifter was surprised by Skyler's words, but really he was too high on adrenaline to notice it as something shocking. He only paused his barrage of the guy's head to instinctively take the chain from Skyler, who was covered in blood. He smiled and reached for her newly cut locks.

"I think it suits you." He said as he ran his hand through her trimmed hair. Out of both the heat of the moment and the fact he had wished to see her for days, he leaned forward and attempted to kiss her. Make out might be a better term actually. He would hold her head and embrace her, then turn back to the mortified and likely creeped out man on the ground.

"Oh yeah, this will do quite nicely." He said, lowering himself then roughly wrapping and twisting the chain around the man's neck and hands. The intruder gasped and gargled, but this was just the start. He would allow Skyler to get whatever revenge on him she wanted as he cut the man's ear way off then released him several times, nearly killing him in each instance. After the couple had their fun though, it would be time for the grand finale.

Drifter dragged the man out the front door by the chain. He was heavy sure, but with his blood pumping Lukas was doing a fine job. Eventually, the struggling man was hooked up to a car pumper by the long chain. Drifter would exhale from the effort of it all as he leaned on his knees before standing back up with what could only be described as a short giggle.

"I wonder what thoughts are going through your head right now...... Probably the usual stuff. Maybe you're still in panic mode, hoping to get away. Or maybe, just maybe, you've accepted it. Maybe you've come to the conclusion these breaths will be some of your last. Maybe you now know, all those years that shaped you as your own unique and individual person have lead to this one anticlimactic moment in which you're brutally tugged down a gravel road by a sports car............... Did you ever think that's what would end you when you were a kid, just hanging out on the jungle gym sometime in the 90s? No? Well i bet you wish you had. Maybe you could have changed things." Lukas said from above him just before walking to his car and getting in.

He burned out like a dragster, going from 0 to 60 in what seemed like an instant. The man would exclaim in all kinds of pain and misery as rocks were embedded into his body, but it seemed to be music to Drifter's ears. Lukas drove violently and chaotically on purpose, twirling and speeding down the road to inflict as much damage as possible. An arm even fell off at some point, or maybe it was a leg. Drifter continued to drive and yell in glee however, seemingly detached from the fact he was murdering someone at this very moment.

Flesh would be ripped off, bones broken, and a man would be dead by the end. All that was left after the five minute drive was a mangled bloody mess. The car had stopped, and nobody had gotten out.

Drifter was slumped over the steering wheel, clearly alive but not showing his face or moving at all.

Coffee. Coffee after murder. I mean, that's pretty awesome, but normally that isn't a thing. Luckily for Skyler, it was probably the single best thing she could have given Drifter at that moment.

He looked to her, his eyes bloodshot. He didn't look like he had been crying, but he did look like he was coming down from a drug overdose. He apparently needed a breather after releasing so much energy and anger.His demeanor was a complete 180 from what it was moments ago. He spoke very clearly and calmly, a smile on his face that contrasted the dark rings around his eyes.

"Thank you....... You're very sweet." Lukas said, sighing before getting out of the car. His face had turned back to it's normal pale white from the deep red it had previously been in. The difference between him now and then was incredibly striking.

"So who are these guys? Do you even know?" Drifter asked, taking a long drink of his coffee as he peaked over the mug at the mangled body that was pretty much all over the road.

The reaction toward her hair was a little, well, over the top. She seemed to have not noticed until now, which wasn't surprising considering Lukas himself was on cloud nine from the after effects of this situation and the emotions it inflicted. But that didn't explain why she was so worried about her hair. Drifter couldn't help but chuckle a little after she stormed into the house.

He went after her. She moved quickly when she was angry it seemed, as he was left in the dust in mere moments. She was looking at her chopped locks in the mirror, completely horrified judging from the look on her face. Oh dear.

"Hey..... Don't feel too bad; you should have seen the cut they gave me at Great Clips one time." Drifter said with a little laugh, half trying to put a smile back on her face and half just teasing her. He stepped over the bodies and made his way behind Skyler, looking at her in the mirror.

"........Did i ever tell you i think short hair is ridiculously hot on the right ladies? I think you might be one of them." Drifter said as he rested his head on her shoulder, giving the side of her neck a quick kiss as he continued to look at her in the mirror. He wasn't trying to make her feel better either, he thought it showcased attitude and the femininity of the face better then a mop of locks ever could.

Lukas' comments didn't seem to change Skyler's mind about her hair, though she did seem more relaxed afterwards. That was a good thing when you were talking about somebody like Skyler.

Soon he would be lead down to the secret basement, which was cluttered but still quite impressive. Drifter's work area was basically a bench so he had no room to judge. That said, things out of place drove him nuts.

He caught the gloves, slipping them on as he looked around the room. There were gadgets and all kinds of little important things strung about. He had no idea how she kept track of anything down there. She did say the choas reminded her,  which made zero sense to Lukas. But to each their own.

The biggest project seemed to be some exosuit looking things, all feminine in appearance. Why would somebody who moved as fast as Skyler want to hamper herself with armor? And she could heal!

"What are those for? They don't seem like your style really." Drifter said, picking up some acid and following Skyler. If he knew he would have to clean, he would have probably just shot the guy in the head.