Vincent you idiot!

It's a good thing I'm a good shot otherwise he would of been in a hell of a lot of trouble. I mean that literally. I wasn't gonna jump straight into Hell itself just to drag that idiot back out again.

Too much paperwork. But enough of that.

I may have been an awesome shot, as always, but I am not paying for the damage. I told them NOT to blow up the bar. And what do those knuckle heads do?! 

Aw forget it. Let's just say the Drunken Badger is now The Lopsided Badger, or possibly The Blown To Bits Badger.

If there is one thing I have learned. Don't get a pyro angry in a bar. A bar has alcohol in it. You can guess what happened next.

But, just in case you didn't.

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                    Vincent P.O.V

My ears were ringing. Was I not dead? What happened? Oh! Wait. Now I remember. The Molotov cocktail.

               Cole's P.O.V

Woah. I knew Mitchie was bad ass but damn!

I hope my whip doesn't break.

              Mitchie's P.O.V

If that imbecile thinks that sacrificing himself is gonna stop that goat, he's stupider than Cole.

There's only one way.

I dived forward towards the goat with my hands still alight with flames and grabbed it's horns.

Not even an Oracle could have predicted this next part.

I was flung off in seconds, preparing myself for the worst, when suddenly a flaming bottle flew overhead and lodged itself into it's horns. The goat started to shriek as the flames surrounded it and began to burn it's skin. It's lucky I wore gloves otherwise I would have turned into a soul sucking weirdo.

Matt. Was actually useful?

I knew what came next.

I charged forward, brandishing the leather cover like a sword and raised it in front of the burning goat and yelled,

'P.N.P.D! This is Chief Carmichael, I order you to STOP! On behalf of all the Paranormal beings on this earth, I release you from your curse. Leave her or face me, Phantom!'

Suddenly, the goat was bathed in a bright white light as the symbols on my badge swirled around her and released her from the shadows. The shadows then curled into a menacing claw and tried to pull us in, but I stood strong and fired a bullet into the centre of it as it was swallowed by a mysterious hole and erupted in the sky.

The goat, still surrounded in holy light began to change into it's original form. A girl.

She floated slowly to the ground and lay there, still.

Both Vincent and the girl were passed out, Matt was barely standing up, Cole was hanging from the ceiling after avoiding the ghouls and I was exhausted.

"Well, that went well?! Cole exclaimed.

I never knew that Cole knew what sarcasm was let alone knowing how to use it.

Suddenly, the lamp fixture Cole was hanging onto broke off the crumbling ceiling and plummeted to the floor, bringing Cole with it. Somehow, he managed to jump off just in time and whack into a nearby shelf of alcohol.

To make matters worse, he ended up near the still re lit Molotov cocktail and  some deadly hot drink. 

Volcana - Vodka.

2 seconds later and we were all blasted into a nearby ditch after not only destroying the Drunken Badger, but half the street as well.

Luckily, I had a portal vortex handy otherwise we would have been toast. Or arrested. Or both.

Luckily the vortex only had a one set route. My place.

And that ladies and gentlemen, is how NOT to blow up a pub.

I'd advice making sure your not still in it first.