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Payne of the Bite (Pt. 9)

From the P.O.B Short Story Series

By LUiS Wrote THiS StoryPublished 4 years ago Updated 2 years ago 3 min read
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Written By: LUiS Thompson

"When those truly in charge, known as the "Higher-Ups," received a call from a bio-weapons corporation that gossiped about fusing a man-eating virus with a prototype embryo, their interest was piqued. The were known as the heirs to legendary hitmen ""Higher-Ups" were obsessed with transforming an army of mystic warriors and rapidly evolving creatures into bio-weapon militias. Through the underground facility security cameras, those truly in charge witnessed this formula of evolution while testing their theories."

Trevor, who was already hallucinating from a drug overdose in a Los Santos desert, had no idea that his negative karma would be reflected back at him in the spiritual world. Trevor, who was more manic than ever before due to episodes of post-traumatic stress disorder, found a way to deal with his inner conflicts by using street drug hallucinogens. This method of escaping his dimension and overcoming his demons was never completely successful for the pilot. The peak of Trevor's high began to reveal itself on his way back home.

In the shadows of the Los Santos desert, the Swineface assassin awaited the manic pilot. The woman in the swine mask and wig mastered the art of surprise attacks and studied the craft of torturous devices. Following the orders issued from the realm of Darkness, plans of pure evil began to take shape. Swineface planned to store Trevor's body and transport him to another location after sneak attacking and drugging him in his trailer home. As a result, Trevor became the Swineface killer's next victim.

Franklin's soul had teetered on the rusted hooks of despair and suffering on the other side of Los Santos. Legends were told about the hooks' origins in the realm of Darkness and by those who inhabited it. Legends told of a Greek God of Death who fashioned the first pair of soul hooks to transport any aura to the underworld. Now trapped in the realm of Darkness and enslaved by fictitious desires, the only way for Franklin, a street racer, to survive was to keep moving. A third member of the bank robber crew collected himself while driving recklessly through Los Santos.

Dreams of profitable gains and nightmares of painful misfortunes accumulated in the heart and mind of Micheal, a former bank robber. The criminal had lived a different life a long time ago. A tragic life forgotten after an incident on a yacht turned sideways, the accident had been a grueling meet. A large amount of rhinoceros coral struck Micheal's head on his way down from falling off the yacht. For the time being, the hazy memories of a hero turned to darkness were gone.

The identity of the police officer, who was previously known by another alias on the streets of New York, was stripped away in that Pacific ocean. Micheal awoke from his trance and parked his car for the time being, reminiscing about the forgotten memories that were filtering in and out of his psychosis. Micheal kept calling the street racer and the manic pilot on their group burner phones, but he never got a response. Micheal was on high alert, wondering if the other two members had been apprehended by many criminals, or even the Feds. When the crew didn't respond, trouble was just around the corner.

When Michael connected his tech team, he discovered that the GPS signals of the other two team members had rerouted themselves someplace in Los Santos's wilderness. Former bank robber Micheal loaded a duffel bag with weapons and ammunition and headed for the signal. The ex-bank robber was informed by Michael's staff that a Witch had once given birth to a terrifying monster in the Los Santos, California, forests. The mother's human DNA was blended with scales and bark to create this monster.

Because the physical exhibition was just a test of strength, the subsurface facility was unable to resist the incident. The decision-makers at the top wanted to thoroughly analyze which of the two was losing. The higher-ups are confronted with the issue of replicating what is now known as the "Manhunt Purge" after collecting the specimens from an underground facility. The magical sword was in Mr. Wick's hands now, and the power of the thing alerted evil to its presence. The expert assassin had already started formulating the best plan of action to stop those who were causing the pandemic.

Copyright © 2019 “LUiS Thompson”

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LUiS Wrote THiS Story

When he's not designing or laying down brutalities in Mortal Kombat, LUiS Thompson is establishing a foundation the writing communities.

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