Payne of the Bite (Pt. 9)

by LUiS Thompson 12 days ago in fiction

From the P.O.B Short Story Series

Payne of the Bite (Pt. 9)

"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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LUiS Thompson
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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