Payne of the Bite (Pt.10)

From the P.O.B Short Story Series

Payne of the Bite (Pt.10)
Written By: LUiS Thompson

“With the “Higher-Ups” now testing out the full potential of the prototype specimen, the last phase of their scientific discovery was at hand. Placing clinically insane criminals one by one into testing rooms, experiments to redesign their genetic makeup had taken place. The bio-weapon militia had began gathering in different parts of the United States and started changing those within it’s population. For it was the evolution seen first hand in the underground facility that allowed those in charge to strategize a way to destroy the human race. The take over of the realm of Darkness had begun.”

As the former bank robber's GPS signal began to weaken, only static on the radio could be heard. Michael's intuition told him something was not right with the scenario. Driving through the mud and trees, a foggy mist began covering the view around Micheal's vehicle. The green moss on the ground started glowing. With a startling ambiance set, and a brief halt due to reaching a synthetic blockade of rocks and knocked over trees, the former bank robber decided to park and explore on foot. Somewhere in the middle of the Los Santos wilderness Micheal felt as though he was lost. Unpacking his duffel bag full of firearms and ammunition the former bank robber had confidence he could handle any terrain or enemy near. Unaware of the evil entity awaiting itself within the forest of trees and mud Micheal began pacing on.

Waking up in a daze the manic pilot still had no knowledge of where he was or what had happened to him in his trailer home. The manic pilot hands tied, keeping him up in air hanging from metal chains. A black knitted bag covered the manic pilots face. Hearing footsteps approaching the manic pilot began cursing at his kidnapper. Once the footsteps stopped, the Swineface killer removed the bag from the manic pilots head. To the manic pilots surprise the face of the Swineface killer had been vaguely familiar. The former girlfriend of a biker gang leader the manic pilot stomped to death a few years ago. It seemed the Swinface killer now chose to take revenge on the manic pilot after all this time. Without saying a word the woman dressed in red and black attire looked deeply into the eyes of the manic pilot paused for a moment. Perhaps taking in the last moments before executing her plan. As the women turned around, walking towards the table had been the swine mask. Shadows began moving about as the chanting from the Swineface killer slowly began. With no delay the rusted hooks of despair began forming around the manic killer. It seemed as though all the wrongful killings the manic pilot had done in his past finally caught up to him.

With a narrow vision of the road ahead blurred by mist, the former bank robber raised suspicions to the forces at hand. Walking through the forest voices began flowing in with echoes of sorrow and pain calling to Micheal. Past moments that became hidden through that yacht incident slowly opened. Being in the water and life lived in New York began creeping in. And life as a police officer and having a decreased wife and child. From afar, the former bank robber saw a woman holding a baby. Through his peripheral Michael saw shadows of a dark nature moving closer. Micheal could feel a knot in his throat. Without a second thought the former bank robber began shooting in every angle in the hopes of escaping his misfortune fate. Once the shooting ended, a pale tree like figure stood in front of the former bank robber. Before Micheal could even react the fist of the pale tree like figure burst through the chest of Micheal. As the former bank robber laid on the floor bleeding out, those of Micheal’s past all stood around him in silence.

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LUiS Thompson
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I am also the CEO of Vegaaman Designs LLC founded in 2017. Since then I've been writing to make a foundation for my legacy, and for the writing community world wide.

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