Had To be Done
(The lights are dim, it is a medium size cistern that serves as Axe's room beneath the stage, no one is allowed here not even Marge, It is the den of the beast, the sanctuary of a hard man)
Axe sits on his bed, several bottles of booze on the nightstand. He drinks straight from the bottle, staring at a picture in his hand (Axe and Max sitting at a corner table surrounded by strippers) Tears fall down his face....His eyes go to a picture taped to the wall "she probrably don't even remember it" he thinks (a picture of Axe and Chris at an Icecream place) "But I do, god damn it, i do" (Pulls a lighter from his pocket) Sets fire to the picture of Max, and drops into a spittoon. "It wasn't personal, old man it was just what had to be done, The old makes way for the new" Staggers to wall and puts a new name on the list that is knifed into the wall, Max joins them... He doesn't count the humans, he can't remember them all, He just counts Werewolves, "Lucky 13" he mutters, "Aint no luck at all, aint no fucking luck at all" Passes out on the bed, and then the nightmares come.
Axe sits on his bed, several bottles of booze on the nightstand. He drinks straight from the bottle, staring at a picture in his hand (Axe and Max sitting at a corner table surrounded by strippers) Tears fall down his face....His eyes go to a picture taped to the wall "she probrably don't even remember it" he thinks (a picture of Axe and Chris at an Icecream place) "But I do, god damn it, i do" (Pulls a lighter from his pocket) Sets fire to the picture of Max, and drops into a spittoon. "It wasn't personal, old man it was just what had to be done, The old makes way for the new" Staggers to wall and puts a new name on the list that is knifed into the wall, Max joins them... He doesn't count the humans, he can't remember them all, He just counts Werewolves, "Lucky 13" he mutters, "Aint no luck at all, aint no fucking luck at all" Passes out on the bed, and then the nightmares come.