Insomnia Café
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"I was born in holy water, but forged in the fires of hell. May God’s
love have mercy upon my damaged soul.” ~ Staff Sgt. Vevila Baxter
Prologue:
When I was
fifteen I lied about my age and joined the military. Two and half years made no
difference. I had my high school diploma. But college? Not my scene. I after
all was a street rat.
When I was
twenty seven a bullet ended my military career. I literally was going to make
it my life choice, but I am not one for a desk job. So the bullet that took out
three pounds of my thigh? Yeah, sent me back into civilian life after twelve
years. I walked into the Marines with nothing to my name. I walked out with a
cane with a skull head and ruby eyes, with a healthy sized savings account.
After all, how was I going to spend my paycheck when I was doing missions that
weren’t even fully put on the books?
After a year of
physical therapy I choose to take my life savings and open up an all-night
café. Why a café? Because it allowed my insomnia an outlet and it allowed me to
use those skills my father taught me before he was died when I was eight, he
had been a baker. So a few self-taught lessons to catch up on baked goods, I
settled down in the big city and opened up my café.
I named it Insomnia
Café.
What I didn’t
expect was that it would become the Switzerland in a sea of crazy.
From the very
first ‘villain’ and the very first ‘hero’ to walk into my doors I declared
neutral and stayed out of it. There was no way I was going to be drawn into any
type of drama. I did the hero thing. I wanted nothing to do with it. I did the villain
thing. I wanted nothing to do with it. I was now neutral.
The city is full
of characters, and most of them are my regulars. From Superheroes to Super Villains
to Everyday Heroes to the standard criminals to the regular Joe off the street;
they are all my customers.
My café has
become a central hub that is neutral and a safe place for all. Where all is
safe, where all laws seem to become non-existent, where nobody breaks my rules,
after all for being a normal human, I can cause fear in the worst of super villains
and heroes alike.
These are my stories
of my regulars at Insomnia Café.
