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Felix Jones · (04-28-2020)

When I was growing up, I didn't think I'd become a bounty hunter but life is odd that way. It likes to throw you for a loop and then turn you around and cause you do go a different way but that's life and I'm not gonna bitch about it. What's the point of crying over stuff that happens to you? I get it, the bad times can be tough and it sucks but fuck it. What's the point of bitching about it when you can dust yourself off and get back to it, go with the flow I say. I wasn't always hunting down people and getting paid for it. I was in a different line of business when I was younger but I'm not gonna get into that. It's in the past and that's where it should stay, right now I had to meet up with my friend and fellow bounty hunter, Justin Settles or Jut for short. He was a tall man and built like a tank. I guess being a cop does that to you. I don't know much about his former life as a police officer and that was fine with me, he didn't know my past either. I was better that way. No need to know such things when you can live in the here and now.

I was still in bed after a hard night of drinking and playing some poker. The winnings weren't bad, made around five hundred bucks, not bad for being drunk most of the night. I wouldn't say I play better drunk because that would be bullshit, last night Lady Luck was with me, that's what I chalk it up to anyways. Lady Luck always seemed to be there when I needed her, I'm convinced she's saved my ass more than once. I tend to take risks, maybe too often. Life is too short to worry about taking too many risks, you might as well have fun when you're alive. That's what I thought anyways and I've been doing pretty damn good for myself, but I needed to get up and out of bed. I rubbed my eyes of sleep and sat up, yawned and stretched and cracked my neck before getting out of bed. I was feeling like a zombie as I made my to the shower and turned it on. I wanted for a moment so the water hot. I took my boxers off and threw them to the ground and got in. What I wasn't aware of, my water heater seemed not to be work and when the ice cold water hit my skin it caused me to slip.

THUMP!!!!

I landed right on my ass and now I was sprawled with one leg hanging out of the tub. That hurt like a mother fucker.

"God dammit." I said with a sigh. "That's one way to start the day I guess."

I laid there for a moment before I began to laugh up a storm. You have to laugh at yourself every once and awhile. Picking myself up and made sure I wasn't gonna fall again, the water started to get warm finally and I washed up. Once I had finished taking a shower, I dried off, got dressed and made my way to my car. I got in and started my car and left my shitty apartment. Jut had told me last night that the bounty he had was a big one, he told me some details last night but for the life of me, I couldn't remember what they were but I knew he'd tell me again. I was toasted last night. Before going to the bounty hunting guild hall. I stopped and grabbed some coffee. If there was one thing I needed to get my blood pumping, was a cup of coffee and a cigarette. The breakfast of champions.

The Bounty Hunter's guild hall was in the outskirts of town, it was a Juke Joint, owned by a black gentleman named Big Jim who was from Mississippi, he was a failed Blues musician, which I just couldn't fathom that fact. If you ever heard him play, you would say the same thing. So is life I guess. It's not like was living in the gutter. His Juke joint was always bumping at night, of course it was mostly black people but a place like this are kinda their thing, plus who doesn't love Jazz and The Blues? I'll tell you how, uncultured swine. That's who!

Since it was day time, the place was closed to the public, that's why us bounty hunters used as our HQ. I didn't think we'd ever get our own building. The U.S. government doesn't care us much and nor did law enforcement, needless to say but I didn't give a damn. We didn't have as much red tape as they did and we got away with a lot more shit and depending on the person you brought in, we made more money than them. Cops are a bunch of assholes anyways. So fuck'em.

I walked into the building and made my way to the backroom, making sure to say hi to Big Jim, who was puffing on a cigarette as he cleaned the bar and watching the news. Jut was sitting at a table, typing away on his laptop. Doing reports or something from our last job. He looked up and saw me walking to him and taking a seat across from him. I lit up my own cigarette and took a drag from it.

"So, who's the target? I remember you telling me it was a big fish but I can't recall anything else from last night."

Jut stopped typing to light up his own cigarette.

"Yeah, I figured your ass wouldn't remember. You went hard on that whiskey."

"I couldn't let it go to waste. So who's the fucker?"

"His name is Jebediah Smith, not sure if that's his real name since all his personal records are nowhere to be found but what we do know is he's a former cult leader, two years ago, law enforcement raided his compound while he was in the middle of taking his followers to "Heaven." He was slicing their throats open."

"The fuck? Were the followers letting him willingly cut their throats?"

"Most of them were but some I guess woke up from his spell but Jebs muscle would hold them down and finish them off but in all of the chaos, Jebediah got a away and now is on the run but I got some info that he's here in Vegas, where I'm not sure but he's planning something, something big."

"Oh I'm sure it's gonna be something he thinks is the will of God or some shit. What a piece of shit. How much is he worth dead or alive?"

"Half a million alive and that's it. If he's killed, his bounty goes out the window."

"Oh fuck me, I knew when I fell in the shower this morning it was a sign of bad news." I sighed deeply before taking a puff from my cigarette. "Fucking lame, I like it when we can kill the son of a bitch. It's easier that way."

"Yet they tend to be worth more alive."

"Ah fuck that." I said leaning back in my chair. "So where do we start looking for this fucker?"

"Where else? The gutter filth of Vegas. Someone has to be hiding him."

"Yeah, that makes sense. I guess we should get going." I said with a hint of disappointment in my tone, but half a million bucks was looking pretty damn good right now, so I'll just have to deal with not killing ol' Jeb but still, this guy was a nut job. I'm would be he was packing heat and that meant he wasn't going to go down without a fight. No way in Hell was I going to let him kill me. At that point, fuck the money. I don't wanna die. We'll just have to see how it plays out.

"First match in and I'm in a triple threat. So I have a one and three chance of coming out on top of this match. Fuck that shit, fuck the odds. I may be stuck in the middle of my opponents but fuck them. They don't mean a damn thing to me. Just look at their names. True Forever and Eccentrix. What the fuck kind of names are those? I really hope that's not their real names, dear God, I have a clown and a joker I have to deal with. If I was named like that. I'd blow my head off. Shit, but one of the good things in this match is that from what I can tell this will be all three of our's first match here in the XWF. Something just tells me they won't last here. I can feel it in my blood but hey, that's okay. I'm not here to mess around and stand here with my thumb up ass. I wanna win, Who the Hell wants to lose? I'l tell you right now, these two do. They don't want any part of me. I don't blame them. What on Earth are they going to do to stop me? Nothing. There isn't a damn thing they can do to prevent me from having my arm raised in victory."

"No force in Heaven or Hell will keep me from getting up that ladder, unless I get lazy. That would make me stop. I don't want to die from boredom because of these two. What would be the point of fighting me if they aren't going to put in the effort? Eh, it's not my problem. Fuck it. I'll have this match won in a few moments, then be done with these fools. I could handle TF and Trix the Rabbit while half asleep. My shower kicked my ass in the morning but these two. Don't make me laugh. I just don't see them pulling it off but hey I could be wrong. I'm not perfect but I have enough confidence in myself to know I'll be alright and win. You have to make an impact in your first match right? War Games is coming up and that's a big fucking deal in my book. Gotta make myself look good to get on the winning team. It's all part of the plan. You'll have to forgive me if I just don't see it in your two. You don't have that fire in your heart and that's okay for me. If you don't want to win this match, then I say you should look deep inside yourself and really ask if this place is right for you. I'm just saying. So why don't you go do that. I need a drink and the poker table is calling my name. I'm feeling lucky, real God damn lucky. See you two in Hell or where ever. I'm outta here."

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