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As his song started, he closed his eyes and soaked in the anger from the song, a rage growing in his mind, blinding him from any sense of reality, wanting to tune everything out, he walked over to the bartender and demanded that she turn it up, not even slowing down as he barked his orders, he continued down the bar towards the couple that had been arguing, and without a thought he walked directly towards them, their backs turned as they sat at the bar, with his left hand held behind him, fist clenched, he swung as hard as he could, still walking towards the man, james is not a large man by any means, but he carries a strength that most people are deceived by, he is about six feet tall and thin, but he has put in many hours of hard labor and has prided himself on hard work, as he swings, his fist grazes off the back of the womans head and hit's the man so hard, right in his ear, he is knocked from his stool and his head bangs into the bar as he falls to the floor. the man that now lies on the floor, confused and unsure of what just happened is a good sized man but he never even saw james coming, it was such a vicious hit the mans ear was already covered with blood, james stood over him, smiling, looking like satan himself, it was as if every hurt he had ever felt was running through his mind, james looked around and everyone in the bar seemed to be in shock, astounded from what had just happened, the mans girlfriend started screaming, what the fuck, ill fucking kill you, james looked at her, still smiling, he felt a violence growing in him, an evil anger that would not permit remorse, he grabbed her hair by the back of her head and began to pummel her face, the smile never leaving his, he continued to beat her unconscious, her face unrecognizable and covered with blood, he let go of her hair and she dropped to the floor, lifeless. James turned his attention back to the man that was on the floor, he was now getting up, pistol in hand, death was a welcome sight to james, suicide had been on his mind for over twenty years, but for some reason he had always carried some type of hope that things would change for him, happiness would somehow find its way into his life, but it never did, he saw the gun and thought finally, but his anger took over, as the man was getting up, james kicked him in the face, the mans nose exploding with blood,