Random Friday Ramblings: Tornado

He walked into the bar, unsure of the new place he had just entered.  Coming to visit his friend from out of town, he was given instructions to arrive at this bar which was the meeting point.

He sat down by the counter with his back facing the other seats. A tall, rugged looking guy walked up to him.

“What can I get ‘ya?”

He thought for a bit. “Um.. Could I get a beer?”

“Sure.”

The bartender reached down to pick up a beer bottle and opened the bottle for him.  He placed it on the counter.

“You from out of town?” The bartender asked.

He nodded. “New York.”

“New York… Fancy schmancy place.” The bartender said. “What brings you down to Nashville, Tennessee? Here to chase your country singin’ dream?”

The New Yorker laughed. “I wish I had a voice for country but no. I’m here to meet a friend.”

“A friend, huh?” The bartender smirked. “A lady friend?”

“Nope. It’s a he.” The New Yorker replied.

The bartender nodded. “Well, I suppose I’ll keep ya company before he gets here then.. Name’s Dougie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dougie. My name’s Scott.” The New Yorker said.

Just as they continued with their conversation, the door to the bar opened and the customers in the bar turned to see who joined them.  Almost as soon as they looked up, everyone couldn’t help but keep their gaze on the pretty blond who entered.

She wore tight black shorts with a black tank top along with a pair of black leather ankle boots.  Her boots were decorated with fringe running from the left and right side of each shoe.  Of all the people gathered in the bar in the afternoon, she looked the most out of place.

Scott had no idea he had been staring until she locked eyes with him. Only then did he immediately turn back to face the counter.  For a moment, he thought he was doomed.  She was going to come over and she was going to start a flirtatious banter with him; which was an issue.  All his life, talking to a girl had been a struggle.  He had gone on a few dates but none started with him initiating the talk.  They had all been dates set up by his parents.

Yes, he lived in New York which shouldn’t have been a problem.  But, no.  His parents were lawyers working in New York so by default, he lived in New York.  If personality had played a part in accommodation placement, he would probably be living in Alaska.

He waited for another minute or so before turning to look.  Lucky for him, she was talking to someone else – an older looking guy with a sleazy smile.  He let out a sigh of relief and was about to take a swig of his beer when Dougie held onto his hand.

“Listen. Be careful of that girl.” Dougie said.

Scott put the beer bottle down. “What do you mean?”

The bartender merely shook his head as he continued cleaning the glass mugs. “I like you, Scott. You’re a good kid. Just be wary of her.”

~ * ~

The next day, Scott had a flight to catch in the afternoon so, he decided to hang out at the bar once more before he left to try and get some answers with regards to Dougie’s warning.  He liked a mystery as much as the next guy but this was freaking him out a little.  Why did Dougie’s warning come off as something someone would say to a person courting death?

He pushed open the door to the bar and saw most of the guys gathering around the counter where the television was.

Scott walked over to the counter. “What’s going on?”

“It happened again.” Dougie said, gesturing to the television.

Scott turned to face the television as the male reporter continued.

“Colin Atkins was found three days after his family filed a missing report. His body was discovered by a farmer while he was out on a routine crop check.”

The visual changed to an old man being interviewed.

“I was doin’ my usual check round them crops when I noticed my field had an extra scarecrow. Now, I sure didn’t make another new one so I figured it must have been those pesky youths out to prank another farmer. But when I got closer, I realized it was a body. His shirt was all bloody from those puncture marks on his body and he was wearing this necklace in the shape of his girl’s name. Must have been a gift from his girlfriend. I can’t imagine the pain he must have gone through… God rest his soul.”

Scott looked away from the screen and turned to face the counter.  That was some pretty gruesome news.  Thank goodness his weekend trip was coming to an end.

“They call her the Tornado.”

Scott turned to his right to see Dougie sitting down next to him.

“W-What?” He said.

Dougie rested his elbows on the counter. “Remember what I told you when you saw her enter?”

“Yeah.. You told me to be careful of her.” Scott replied.

“And now I’m giving you the reason why.” Dougie said. “That girl is known as a Tornado. She helps angry ex-girlfriends go after their cheating ex-boyfriends. She gives them a good time and bam! The next thing you know, you’re dead and you have the name of your ex-girlfriend hanging round your neck.”

“And nobody’s ever caught her?” Scott whispered. “She’s a murderer!”

“Well, nobody really knows for sure if it is her. A cop once tried to follow her and track her whereabouts. But he couldn’t do it. It was as if she never existed.” Dougie said.

Scott shook his head. “This is crazy. Isn’t there someone around who might have seen her and could give the cops a description of her?”

“And risk meeting a grizzly end if them cops don’t believe ya? Listen Scott. You’re not from around here so I won’t fault you for tryin’ to do good for this town. But no one’s ever tried to stop her before and no one ever will… Upset nature and you’ll regret it.”

Dougie pat Scott’s shoulder before getting off the stool to head back behind the counter, leaving him to process the information he was just given.

~ * ~

Scott left the bar shortly after recovering from the shocking discovery to the answers he had come to the bar to seek.   He was just about to board a cab he just hailed, when he saw the same girl from yesterday talking to a man who was straddling his motorbike.  A part of him almost wanted to yell out to the guy to ride off while he still can but another part was telling him to mind his own business.  He shook his head, thinking it’s best to mind his own business.  Scott glanced in their direction once more and this time, he was greeted by her reciprocation of his observation.

Not wanting to stay out in the open another second longer, Scott hurriedly opened the cab door and threw his luggage in, jumping into the cab after.

“Where to?” The taxi-driver asked.

Scott took a second to catch his breath. “The airport please.”

The taxi-driver nodded and Scott sat back as the vehicle moved.  This had been a rather weird weekend in Nashville and he was planning to forget everything that happened… Only, it wasn’t going to be easy.  The silent exchange between them from a while ago kept replaying in his mind.

She had looked over at him and instead of the expression she gave him the day before, she smirked at him.  It was a knowing smirk that sent chills down his spine.

One that said, “Catch me if you can.”

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