Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell

Chapter 20: The False Exterminator

Jockey Lackey 2: Better hurry... The boss is gonna get here soon.

Jockey Lackey 1: I know that!

[He then forcefully pushes Asher's head back with the crowbar. Asher's head flings back and hits the chair's rear before coming to rest, hanging back and looking up towards the ceiling. It's a bit easier to see what his face looks like, but it's still mainly hidden. His eyes both appear to be closed, and there's even more dried blood on his face.]

Jockey Lackey 1: Hey!

[The First Lackey leans in closer to Asher, getting only a foot away from his head.]

Jockey Lackey 1: Get up, you lazy bastard!

[The Second Lackey rubs his head with his left hand and closes his eyes.]

Jockey Lackey 2: Guhhh... Can you be any louder? I'm still hungover...

[The First Lackey looks over his right shoulder towards his friend.]

Jockey Lackey 1: Yeah, well, that's your fault for binge drinking after beating this asshole last ni–

Asher: (Dreary) *Cough*

[Asher coughs, getting the attention of the two Lackeys. They both look at him, puzzled.]

Asher: (Dreary & Mumbling) Mmmbmm...

[Asher mumbles something incomprehensible as the Lackeys eye him. As they look at him, they don't seem to notice that Asher is gradually leaning his head back further into the chair.]

Jockey Lackey 1 & 2: Huh?

[As soon as they question him, he opens up his left eye ever so slightly, showing a bright red glowing pupil.]

*Thunk!*

*Crack!*

*Thud*

[Asher immediately swings his head forward and headbutts the First Lackey right on the center of his forehead. The impact creates an audible crack before sending the First Lackey to the concrete floor with a thud. Asher holds his head in front of him slightly, allowing him to look at the Lackey he just headbutted with only his left eye narrowly open. The red glow in his eye quickly fades away without a trace. The Second Lackey looks at the First one, utterly shocked at what just happened.]

Jockey Lackey 2: Holy shit!

[He then looks at Asher, pissed, and releases some of the metal chains from his grip.]

Jockey Lackey 2: Damn, bastard!

[He raises his right arm up and swings the extended chain at Asher.]

*Thwip!*

[The chain whips Asher across the face, causing him to recoil back a bit from the impact. After recovering from the blow, he quickly hangs his head in front of him like before he was disturbed. The Second Lackey looks down at the First one after hitting Asher.]

Jockey Lackey 2: Hey!

[He drops the metal chains he was holding and gets down on his knees. He grabs the First Lackey by the back of his shirt and lifts him up a tiny bit before flipping him over onto his back, letting him lie on the floor. The First Lackey lies there, his eyes barely open, looking up towards the unfinished roof. There's a gash and some blood on his forehead, exactly where Asher headbutted him. The blood drips down and starts to flow down his face onto the floor.]

Jockey Lackey 1: (Dazed) Duuuhggmmm...

Jockey Lackey 2: Fucking hell, are you alright?

Jockey Lackey 1: (Dazed) Guhhh... My mother is a fuckin... Callgirl...