Payne of the Bites (Pt. 6)

by LUiS Thompson about a month ago in paranormal

From the Payne of the Bite: Short Story Series

Payne of the Bites (Pt. 6)

“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 their 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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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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