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The bar was like a beating heart, full of activity. People came and left in a flurry of movement, moving like a herd of sheep. X6-88 sighed happily. The perfect distraction. While he hated, and I mean, hated people and their silly antics, bars were always places you could go if you wanted to start a fight, and tonight X6 needed just that. He needed to feel something, even if it was pain. He needed to feel that power, that excitement as he decided whether to kill a man or let him live. He wanted to feel like a god, to hold that life in his hands, and to crush it. He was as subtle as a cat, and he wound his way around the bars customers, sneaking inside, watching everyone's face with deadly intent. He needed someone who would prove a challenge, someone who he could hurt without feeling like he fought unfairly. His eyes alighted on a stranger, and a scary smile pulled at the corners of his lips, as he made his way over.
