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Payne of the Bite (Pt. 9)

From the P.O.B Short Story Series

When those truly in charge known as the “Higher-Ups” first received a call from a particular bio-weapons corporation that gossiped on fusing a man-eating virus with a prototype embryo the interests spiked. Having been known as successors to legendary hitmen, the "Higher-Ups” dwelled on how they could turn an army of mystic warriors and rapid evolving creatures into bio-weapon militias. Testing out their theories those truly in charge bare witnessed to this formula of evolution through the underground facility security cameras.”

Already hallucinating from an overdose of drugs taken in a Los Santos desert, the skilled pilot Trevor never imagined the negative karma reflecting back at him in the spiritual world. More manic than ever before from episodes of a post traumatic disorder, the pilot Trevor found a way to fight his inner conflicts by taking street drug hallucinogens. This form of escaping his dimension and overcoming his demons never fully worked for the pilot. On his way back home, the peak of Trevor’s high built itself up to reveal itself. The Swineface killer waited on the manic pilot in the shadows of the Los Santos desert. The woman dressed in a swine mask and a wig mastered the art of surprise attacks and studied the craftsmanship of torturous devices. Following the orders sent out from the realm of Darkness, plans of pure evil began setting in motion. Sneak attacking and drugging Trevor in his trailer home, the Swineface killer planned to store the manic pilot's body and transport him off to another location. Trevor thus became the Swineface killer's next victim. On the other side of Los Santos, Franklin's soul had itself teetered to the rusted hooks of despair and suffering. Legends were told of the hooks' origin from the realm of Darkness and by those occupying its space. The legends foretold of how a Greek God of Death who crafted the first ever pair of soul hooks to bring any aura to the underworld. Now in the realm of Darkness and trapped by fictitious desires, the only way to survive for the street racer named Franklin was to keep moving.

Driving recklessly through Los Santos, a third member of the bank robber crew collected himself. Dreams of successful gains and nightmares of painful misfortunes accumulated in the heart and mind of the former bank robber named Micheal. A different life had been lived by the criminal long ago. On a yacht turned sideways, a tragic life forgotten after an incident, the accident had been a grueling meet. For a large amount of rhinoceros coral impacted the head of Micheal on his way down from falling off the yacht. Gone for the moment were the blurry memories of a hero turned to darkness. Originally known by another alias in the streets of New York, the police officer's identity was stripped away in that Pacific ocean. Coming out of his daze and parking his vehicle for the moment, Micheal continued reminiscing the forgotten memories filtering themselves in and out of his psychosis. Micheal tried calling the street racer and the manic pilot on their group burner phones continuously but never received a response.

On high alert, Micheal wondered if the other two members had gotten caught up with many criminals, or perhaps even the Feds. Any time the crew didn’t answer trouble had assured itself around the corner. Connecting his tech staff, Micheal found that the GPS signal of the remaining two members which rerouted itself somewhere in the wilderness of Los Santos. Packing up a duffel bag of firearms and ammunition, the former bank robber Micheal drove towards the signal. Micheal’s personnel informed the former bank robber that long ago a Witch gave birth to a horrendous monster out in the California woods of Los Santos. This monster had scales and bark for skin mixed in with the human DNA of the mother. As it grew in the woods, it found its calling by hunting animals. As the years went by, this monster’s strength grew to more intense levels and gained abilities tied to evil. Even informing Micheal, the tech staff had a horrible feeling that the former bank robber had truly been unaware of the evil entity awaiting itself within the forest of trees and mud.

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 8)

From the P.O.B Short Story Series

“The underground facility could not withstand the incident at hand, for the display of physicality was only a test of strengths. The higher-ups in charge wanted to absolutely dissect the losing combatant among the two. Collecting the specimens from an underground facility, the higher-ups are faced with the challenge of recreating what is now known as the “Manhunt Purge.” Now that the magical sword was in Mr. Wick's possession, the force behind the weapon made evil aware of its presence. The ideal approach to stopping those responsible for the outbreak had begun to formulate for the skilled assassin. However, before the outbreak could end, the combat of the world's deadliest fighters dating back to 1494 would allow full closure to the testing the higher-ups projected to create again.“

Somewhere in the desert mobile homes of Los Santos, the manic pilot who befriended the lone street racer and former bank robber was ambushed and attacked by another dark entity. This entity looked very different from those who came from out of the realm of Darkness. Armed with a hidden blade and wearing a big mask with a dark-haired wig attached to it, this enemy was a master of mechanics and torture. Long ago in Los Santos once lived a groundskeeper who assisted all the doctors at the asylum. This groundskeeper ended up going completely insane during an electric freak accident and murdered dozens of patients before being captured. Due to the closeness of the patients to the doctors who were treating them, the staff decided to take revenge into their own hands. Strapping the groundskeeper to an operating table, the staff decided to use to shock therapy tools to their disposal to deal with the murdering groundskeeper until he died. The darkest entity now waited throughout the halls of the asylum for the street racer who was battered, bruised, and left bleeding to death.

Since the owners of the banks hired mobsters to capture the lone street racer and leave him in an abandoned insane asylum, what stalked the street racer with a mysterious past stood over six feet tall and brandished a spiked cattle prong with aggressive electricity running through it. Now this revived and reanimated groundskeeper would stop at nothing to finish off whoever remained inside the abandoned asylum. Yet, the street racer gave it his all to fight off the reanimated groundskeeper before being stabbed to near death by the spiked cattle prong. The rusted spikes formed all around the two figures, as the reanimated groundskeeper lifted the lone street racer the dark smoke which covered the ground around them managed the asylum pitch black.

The survivors of the North Carolina Forests were still engulfed in traumatic and horrifying nightmares in the real realm of Darkness, with more still to come as well. One of those survivors managed to escape the realm of Darkness for a brief period, forcing those remaining to fend for themselves. While the remaining three survivors battled their own personal sins, fears, and addictions, the energy of these things all joined and created different forms of evil. The time went entirely slower than any other place in the world for the one survivor of the realm of Darkness. Originally quite older than the rest of the group, this survivor had enough skills to keep up on his own. It was the veteran who was left for dead in the Blood Harvest Cabins that made it out. After a long, grueling battle with the masked figure with the dusty kitchen knife, a way to save the others became available for the wise veteran. For the wise veteran found a few energy generators and turned them on while avoiding the dusty kitchen knife-wielding madman. Once all the generators fueled up and powered on a giant metal door opened with a road for the wise veteran to follow.

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 7)

From the P.O.B Short Story Series

“Deep underground, the ceiling security camera in the underground facility watches every move of the two killer beings fight. The ones behind the improvised incident now watch in secret. Taking even more interest than expected, the advanced teleportation technology worked better than analyzed by the scientist. The assassin hybrid used advanced grappling to get the elemental on the ground. The battle between the two as voracious. One with speed and agility far superior than the rest, and one with magnificent shape shifting abilities. The battle also seemed to destroy and leave breakage of science equipment and infrastructure.”

Outside of the dimensions and time period the previous tales outlined, we enter the state of California in the sunny city of Los Santos. A reformed gang member turned street racer enters the scenario. Before the outbreak, before the survivors of North Carolina gathered together to stay alive as long as possible, there were lives at stake in Los Santos, California. The street racer formed a partnership with a manic air-force pilot and a former bank robber with a mysterious past. The three unlikely team mates used their strategic knowledge from the streets to rob a few more banks before the walker outbreak started. The owners of the banks hired mobsters to capture the street racer and leave him in an abandoned insane asylum. Leaving the street racer battered and bruised, bleeding to death, the outbreak began in the West coast. And unbeknownst to the street racer, there had been a darker entity waiting for the street racer to wander the halls, known as the city of angels and archangels. It's like a living creature, always moving, always growing. The people who inhabit this city are adapters.

While the lives of the North Carolina teammates are not completely resolved the battle of the walking dead marches onward. Zoey, Francis, Louis, and Bill all managed to encounter an evil far greater than their worst nightmare. And the nights of terror are far from over. The shadows encountered another soul worthy of further torture. How would this assassin stand a chance against it? As Mr. Wick parks the motorcycle in front of the ancient tower, the feeling of dread began to increase in the back of the assassin's mind. Walking towards the ancient tower, Mr. Wick noticed that even in its stillness, the walkers bodies remained motionless all over the ancient towers front lawn. With slashes littered all over their bodies. Mr. Wick thought of whom may have attacked these walkers.

Doomed before the mission briefing, a spell had already been cast over the head of Mr. Wick from the beginning of his arrival to the ancient tower. Mr. Wick now suffered through another dimension, battling darkness and towards a way out. Seeking vengeance above all. The dark energy still fresh, the dimension was new to the warrior assassin. As Mr. Wick stepped in front of his goal reflecting off the glass casing, a spirit of a woman whose katana had sharpened edges designed for lethal destruction appeared. Willing to gamble his fate, Mr. Wick charged at the woman spirit as both swords clashed in the air. Dark billows of smoke began covering the floor. As the spirit screeched in agony and anger, the blade Mr. Wick held could not sustain combat for longer. Falling to the floor, Mr. Wick fought off rusted hooks that began clinging and tearing the assassins suit. Rolling safely for a moment, Mr. Wick grabs the ancient sword and swung it around his back to stab the woman spirit. In his disbelief, Mr. Wick was all alone, the magical sword allowed all evils within the ancient tower to vanish for a moment.

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 6)

From the Payne of the Bite: Short Story Series

“Those truly in charge of the bio weapon program chose to switch off the defense sequence to the bio weapon specimen. They wanted to test how strong and agile the specimen had become, in the short amount of time of its creation. A slight beeping sound finally gave off the required satellite site of the elemental target. The target's goal is to capture before the killings. Now, one of the scientists planned to use the advanced teleportation technology aimed to launch soldiers into enemy territory, and transport the elemental target into the underground facility directly. This scientist met his death by the bioweapon’s hands, shortly after the transportation processes completion.”

In what seemed like a blink of an eye, Bill had been strangely transported to some other dark forest. There were no zombies around to chase the military veteran, and nobody around to complain and beg for medicine or ammo, only a blood-red sky, and a full moon to occupy Bill's surroundings. This place, which had dark smoke covering its floor, and giant black ravens singing what sounded like tunes of sorrow and despair. These tunes filled the newly-found atmosphere, where Bill now occupied. However, from very far away, something shiny caught the old veteran's attention. As Bill squinted in shock and disbelief, what seemed out of the darkness staring back at the old veteran might have been the devil Lucifer himself. Like spoken on earlier in this tragic tale, from far away, an extremely tall, muscular figure in a dusty, pale white mask, held tightly with the intent to kill violently, with the long kitchen knife it was holding. As the figure began to walk slowly towards Bill, the surrounding aura began to show off a blood-red color similar to the sky of that dimension. Before the old veteran knew it, the breath left in his chest became consumed by darkness. Enter the horrifying world of Darkness, where Halloween is occurring daily, and there is no escape…

Legend in Japan had it that a sword, forged in a mineral, was so dense and powerful it was almost indestructible. Mr. Wick took it upon himself to leave the United States, in search for this sword beyond his original give aim.  A princess was given the sword originally, as a wedding gift back in the seventh century. Yet one day, upon cleaning her royal chambers, the sword fell from its mantle and cut the young princess's arm. The wound was so rare, and would not stop bleeding. No doctor could heal her. The kingdom sent out their best ninjas and warriors in search for a witch doctor, knowledgeable enough to cure the wounded princess. This is how the Yakauza, and the Kingdom of Japan, forged an alliance with the witches of the rising sun, and their spells that hide in darkness. You see, with the cure came a price: with the coming of the first-born child, a curse unbeknown to the princess would be cursed to wield the sword into the afterlife. The spirit of the princess's first child would grow in the outer worlds of Japan, to haunt and slay any opposing force to the Kingdom of Japan and the rural outskirts of the Yakazua clan. In time, only the armor made of the same sacred mineral would bring this land into certain doom, or subtle victory.

Battling evil your whole life will leave life stale for the ambitious kind. For Mr. Wick, fighting evil with his own hands, was what Mr. Wick trained for. Flying out to Japan for a technical mission was nothing new to Mr. Wick, especially when hired to kill the target at the highest bidder. Since a boy, Mr. Wick trained tirelessly, until he became known as the most lethal weapon forged by the hands of the assassin order. However, with no knowledge of the outbreak before landing, Mr. Wick was met at his landing by walkers. The dead reanimated to life, seeking redemption through the brain cavity of the human race. Mr. Wick’s first encounter came through the flight attendant, attacked on the aisle as the planes doors opened. Mr. Wick quickly unleashed a flurry of shots, dropping body after body of walking corpses. It seemed the Yakuza’s involvement with organized crime came to a screeching halt, when the walker outbreak arrived. Mr. Wick used a katana laying on the floor, for addition backup to his arsenal. Jumping on the nearest spot's motorcycle, Mr. Wick drove off in search for his target. His destination was the tower in which the princess of the sword slumbered, so many centuries ago. Mr. Wick also held Intel that a ghostly demon awaited any enemy foolish enough to retrieve the sword. Regardless of the matters at hand, and whether hell on earth had begun, Mr. Wick meant to see it to the end of any target, hired by his organization and its annihilation.

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 5)

From the Payne of the Bite: Short Story Series 

“Deep within the underground lab facility every known staff and assistant which had embarked on a scientific discovery towards warfare, now faced destruction and extreme danger. Originally thought as a string to the theory of evolution, the test subject designed to mimic the highly trained assassin John Wick, now went entirely rogue among the lab. Slaughtering dozens of armed soldiers occupying the lab, the higher-ups of the facility chose to lock the entire underground laboratory down within hours of the attack. No one understood why the bio weapon specimen decided to turn on its creators, except the higher-ups.”

Francis began stumbling towards the ledge of the hospital. With bullet holes and blood covering his chest, Zoey could not understand what was happening. Madness began transpiring in Zoey's mind. Yet again losing another team member to whatever entity entered the universe since the outbreak started. On the roof of the Mercy Hospital, a frozen breeze overcame them. After shooting Francis for almost strangling the unfortunate addict, Zoey watched as the bleeding biker stumbled off the ledge of the rooftop. Returning to the military "comms," there had been no signal; any trace of hope had been left in the cold. Zoey's past still haunted her. The pill addiction she recounted while taking pain relievers on her trip through the walker apocalypse relapsed her pour soul. Quite a few notches back actually. Life for Zoey wasn't always as bleak however. She had been a world swimming champion for her college. For it not being her uncalculated timing, the injury Zoey sustained would have never introduced her to the pain reliever medication. This setback forced her out of the water, and eventually out of school.

Months went by before she managed to sober up and recover. The possessed Francis managed to bring those memories up to the surface before dying, while Zoey realized she needed something to take away the pain. Somehow, Francis managed to wake up on the floor outside the hospital moments after falling to his supposed death, bullet holes still riddled the bikers jacket, and through his chest. Dazed and confused Francis began walking around the city streets to find a way to shelter. The moon above Francis oozed a red aura. The floor around the biker had smoke engulfed and seemed darker than usual. A mile out, a figure stood silent, watching Francis stumble around in confusion. It was the masked welding figure waiting for his turn at revenge. Francis was more than ready for any type of confrontation. Wondering where all the dead walkers went, only the red pale moon, the biker, and the masked figure stood out. Without a moment's notice, another masked figure, this time seeming as though it was a female, stabbed Francis in the back several times with a small switch blade. The other masked figure ran towards Francis, with a quick elbow to the female killers face, Francis tried to run off. It was this place that the biker’s flaws and tribulations met to a head. Never would Francis think he would be running for his life by real knife wielding killers. Cornered and outmatched, Francis tried pleading with two masked figures.

But there was no response. Only the sound of footsteps inching closer to the biker could be heard. A third figure with a completely different mask came from behind the chain link fence Francis had been leaning on and made the last strike to the abdomen. A dark, rusted meat hook began forming from within the mist. The meat hook glowed an orange glow, and hummed a strange sound. The first mask figure who had stalked Francis all this time left the biker up and motioned toward the rusted glowing hook. As the hook wrapped it’s sharp edges through Francis chest the suffering wouldn’t end here. For three more hooks formed around the biker and stabbed Francis through and through. As the biker hollered and bleed out the rusted meat hook began sinking into the floor taking Francis back to the hellish place it once originated from. As Zoey passes out on the Mercy Hospital rooftop the image of a tall woman in a bunny mask reappears in and out of Zoey’s eyes. It seemed as though the dehydration and the over medication of pain pills began tugging at the former swimmer turned addicts brain. This tall woman not only wore a bunny mask, she wielded a bloody axe also. The fate of Zoey has only just begun…

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The Yonkers Adventures of Little Jacob and Niko Belic

"We one blunt away from getting this paper, mon."—Little Jacob

“Little Jacob from GTA IV leaves the Yonkers NY, and comes to Jamaica for etc etc reasons. Little Jacob then heads to Vice City to handle the funeral to his nephew's own death. The Colombian Cartel, ran by somebody named Tony Montana, is responsible for the killing of Little Jacob's people and nephew. In the end his son passes on his legacy, while the tale of how Montana killed Little Jacobs lives on throughout the 80s and the 90s.”

The first time the Rastafarian met Niko Belic in New York City it became a true moment to cherish. Niko had picked the metro booming Rasta, known as Little Jacob up from Yonkers, New York, in a white and green armored truck with blood under and smeared around it, which happened to be owned by the Green Tangerine Industries. The Green Tangerine Industries was bought by the new bachelor in town, named Norman Osborn. Mr. Osborn was developing a new serum to help increase the physical and mental capacity of athletes around the world. With stories in the newspapers about a young vigilante with the ability to climb walls started floating about, the idea of enhancing the human race began planting in the mind of Norman Osborn. Niko Belic was business partners of a particular cab service, known to house the likes of the Babayaga himself John Wick, or even the silent phantom Agent 47. John Wick had previously been ex communicated for disobeying the orders of his own syndicate. Agent 47 is still being hunted by numerous agencies, federal agents, bounty hunters, and police officers. For many years rumors of covert operatives trying to go off the grid in order to fight as the new resistance to the evil side of the politicians and governments, as well as the drug cartels globally. To some the American Dream was having perfect health, ultimate political power, or even fame beyond imagination. To Belic it was the same roach infested, drywall peeling shack stuck on the second floor of his cousins timeshare. The thing that mattered most to Little Jacob and Niko Belic at that moment was this paper.

When Niko had returned to Little Jacob’s crib in Yonkers the Siberian immigrant had high hopes that by his cousin Roman knowing of Little Jacobs capabilities, connecting the two gentleman together would end up allowing them to acquire the power and fortune needed to live a luxurious and discrete life in New York City. Only God of Abraham knew that Niko and Little Jacob would find a medium eventually. Driving off to their next location, the rasta began to bump some of Bad Boy’s Biggie classics over the car stereo. While the smell of burnt incense and ganja smoke filled the car with a tight aroma Little Jacob held on tight to his glock nine, but even tighter to the handle of his short pump shotgun. When the two goons pulled up to the street sidewalk the Rastafarian hoped out of the car with paranoia and optimism the deal would go smoothly. Niko drove his maroon corvette around the street when the Siberian's phone began to vibrate on and off in his jacket inside pocket. Little Jacobs is on the other line out of breath and a little enraged. When the conversation is over between the two aspiring criminals Niko is ready to pursue the three men running out of the back door building. As the three men run three blocks with ease, the Siberian, who had been tailing the three, unexpectedly comes from the side and fires off four shotgun rounds into the three drug dealers torsos. Where the two proceeded after, truly time will tell…