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Title: Red's Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on March 02, 2015, 10:32:21 am

Okay, so to start I am open to critique. So here we go.
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He just sat there, looking into the mirror. He knew what he saw wasn't real, but still...it was damn scary.
In the mirror his left cheek had been peeled down to the jawbone, his right eye was missing, along with the skin from his eye up to his temple. His right arm was cut and bleeding, with the elbow completely exposed, and two of his fingers missing as blood oozed out of the holes. His chest was torn to shreds, with bite marks all over it, blood oozing out of the wounds. Both of his legs were torn to hell, with cuts and bites all along them, and his left foot was gone except for the bone.
He pointed the gun at the image in the mirrors head, and he stared into his own eye. What have I become?
He pulled the trigger and the bullet flew from the gun and sent shatters of glass flying. In his head thi was going in slow motion, and he spotted hundreds of versions of him, heard their voices in his head. All of them screaming, telling him what he should do.
He stood as the last piece shattered on the ground and walked out of the house.
The things walked towards the house, oblivious to him. He figured it was because he was as dead as them on the inside. He brushed past them and kept walking, wondering what he was.
In the end, it didn't matter.
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They walked, as they had done for many years now. The rhythmic sound of them breathing through gas masks was something they had become accustomed to. In, out, in, out, ad infinity.
The weapons on their belts clapped against the metal hip armor they wore, remnants from an army long gone. They kept a walking pace with the tapping. Step, tap, step, tap.
The man in front cradled the rifle in his arms as if it were his child. His eyes seemed hollow if one were to look into them, almost as if to say he had lost his soul and the body itself no longer contained anything. He held the rifle as he always did.
The woman behind him checked a map that looked older then the man who made it. She checked it, knowing it would prove worthless, still she must try. As always, she felt that she needed to look after these boys.
The man behind her held a grenade in each hand, idly tapping them with the tapping of the weapons on his belt. He remembered the lines of the bomb he had made, and the horrors it had caused. He wished he would die already, but the man protected the woman who kept him from ending himself.
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Spoiler:  Priest the Hand of Death (hover to show)

He checked the magazine of his assault rifle again. The truck he had been waiting for appeared on the road ahead. He stepped out beside the road and waited. The truck pulled to a stop next to him and the driver rolled the window down. "You need a ride? We're heading through a city a little down the road, we cnat take you there."
Without a word the man lifted the silenced gun and blew the two men in the cab away. With a mild disinterest he pulled the bodies out and took the drivers ball cap and leather jacket. A bit too big, but the jacket fit well enough.
-----------------4 hours later-----------------------------
He drove the truck into the loading area and parked. He stepped out, the world moving in slow motion in his eyes. He pulled the twin revolvers out of their holsters and began lifting them. The guards turned and began acting according to the strict training they had undergone.
The first bullets flew from his gun and angled towards the throat of the first guard. One of the workers pulled out a shotgun and blew one of the guards away. The man's revolvers bucked again and the bullets tore through the vests of two guards and went between the ribs and into the hearts.
Two more workers pulled guns and started fighting the guards. The man blew the last of the guards away and walked towards the building. One of the workers offered him his mask and he took it.
He tied the reinforced and customized hockey mask to his face and grabbed the AR still strapped to his chest. He kicked the door down and stepped through. He dropped the two guards in the room and kept walking.
He walked around the corner and spotted the owner of thi fine little buisness and watched as the man's eyeballs seemed to widen. The man didn't bother with the door, he just shot the glass wall and stepped through as the glass fell towards the ground.
"We're taking a walk to the fifth floor bastard." He said, grabbing the owner and walking back out.
A few minutes later the two were standing on the top of the building watching the rape squad cars and people gathering to watch. The man had dropped the AR and pulled out one of his revolvers. "You should have paid a fair wage, enough for the people working for you to at least be able to feed their kids. then I might knot have had to come here."
"W-who are you?" The owner asked.
"They called me Priest, but now I work for death as his hand." The man said, then pushed the owner off the building. "Bastard."
The rape squad opened fire, but the man just continued to stand there as their bullets tore through the flesh of his body. He lifted the pistol and fired. One of the cop cars blew up and flipped onto one of the trucks waiting to leave.
Priest stepped off the building and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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Priest stepped out of the swirling smoke and tugged on the jacket. "Thanks for sending the boys." He said, smiling wickedly.
"They went themselves. They feel a loyalty towards you." The figure that stood in front of Priest said, wrapped in smoke and a foul stench as always.
Priest stood there, knot approaching the man. He glanced at the mirror and noticed the mask reflecting his smile. The mask was painted a dull grey, with a blood red smile(well for now anyways, it always seemed to reflect his facial expressions). and a white target over the left eye. "Uh, good to know." He said, waiting.
"You did well, and made it a spectacle to boot. I always enjoy that. Now I need you to take care of another man..."

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Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [copy pasting, so much of it]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 02, 2015, 10:32:44 am

Spoiler: Priest the smoke guy (hover to show)

Priest banged his head with the music that pumped into his ears from the MP3 player in his pocket. A guy in a mask walked by and Priest fell into step behind him, rocking a cap, sunglasses, and a bandanna pulled over his nose. Noose looked over his shoulder at Priest and nodded as they walked.
They walked over to a sedan and waited. Cross stepped out, mask on and head banging as the stereo pumped out a beat. Broken-Man sat up in the back seat, shook his head, and slid out the door. Broken zipped up his hoodie and checked his mask before nodding to Noose.
The four of them walked into the reception area of an office building. The security guard walked up and one of them popped off "Okay, very funny boys, now take the masks off."
Broken looked over at Noose, whom nodded. Broken stepped forward, spun, and drove his elbow into the guards head. The other two pulled their pistols and went to fire, but their guns clicked as the magazines hit the floor. Cross took one step forward and kicked one in the groin, and the guard hit the ground with a slight scream. Broken looked at the third and walked towards him.
To the guards credit, he tried warning the rest of security, but all he got was static. Broken punched him in the forehead and the man hit the floor unconcious.
The receptionist ducked under her desk as they walked past towards the elevator. They piled in, looking at the accountants that had occupied it previously. Noose hit the top floor button.
One of the accountants looked over and asked "So, um, h-how are you?"
Noose looked over, "Oh, pretty good, just going to go throw a bastard out of a window and burn his office, you know, just an average day."
The rest of the trip up was done to the background of elevator music. The doors opened and the four of them stepped out. Noose looked at the others "Okay, my turn."
With that he walked up to the large double doors and stepped through. With a sudden flash of movement the guards pulled weapons and yelled for him to stand down. He smiled under the mask and looked at them. He walked towards them and they opened fire.
Noose fell to the floor with holes in his chest. The guards all recoiled as they saw him stand up, and saw the leathery wings sprout out of his back. The smile on his mask glowed blood red as he charged the guards.
The others walked in a moment later to see him knocking the last guard unconcious. Priest stepped through the door into the office of the man. The man looked at them and nearly screamed. Noose had the wings and glowing smile, Cross' entire mask was glowing in reds and black, Broken's mask looked like someone had shattered it and his right arm looked like someone tried to make frankenstein.
Priest walked over to the man and smiled "Do you remember that orphanage you foreclosed on? How about that place for the homeless?" He asked, and with each word a puff of smoke blew out from under the bandanna.
"I didn't do anything wrong, it was all perfectly legal!" The man said, panicking. Priest pulled his bandanna off and all that was there was swirling smoke.
"Time to die bastard." And with that Priest threw the man out the window.

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Spoiler: Revolution and the spirit of Death (hover to show)

The mine crew looked over the packed house and then looked at one another. They had agreed to let the revolutionaries use their shift meeting to discuss their plans, but they needed to be here to make it credible that people were here. Mark leaned against a pillar and let the droning voices of the speakers pass into the background as he looked at his partner, "So, you figure out how to get old Betsy to actually work, or is she going to nearly explode in my face again?"
His partner, John, rolled his eyes and sighed. "Look, like I said you messed with one of the steam valves and it blocked the pipe, causing a pressure build-up that caused a near catastrophic failure in the steam generator."
Mark looked at John and raised an eyebrow "Oh really? It wasn't the fact you failed to take into account all that magic bullshit that actually makes the damned thing to work?"
John raised his hands and smiled "Hey, if that's what failed blame the shift mage, he's the one who built those bits, not me."
Mark gave a short chuckle before looking back at the gathering of revolutionaries. He didn't know if they would succeed, but he knew they had the gumption. He checked his watch, another hour before they headed off and this meeting ended.

--same story--
The hooded figure looked out at the city, waiting patiently for the time to come. He looked at the check list of names he had brought and noticed something. He looked up into the skies and spoke "Sister Fate you cannot change my list at one of your damned whims!"
A voice whispered in his ear, a soft melodic voice that he was honestly sick of "Oh but I have such plans for that one. Can't you just find someone else to kill? Please? please please please please!"
He sighed "He is supposed to die! Why should I spare him! His life will not stop the ceaseless death that I see every day so why!?!"
Fate whispered back "But he will save thousands! I know you hate your job, and that your soul is bound to do it until the end of humanity, but please Death?"
Death rolled his eyes and started towards the city. "Fine sister, I'll spare him."
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Fate said.
Death checked his watch, twenty-three hours fifty-five minutes until he was going to be busy here

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Spoiler:  wedding shooting (hover to show)

The room was filled with laughter and smiles, with congratulations being given to the lucky couple. The two smiled, chatting with their guests. The groom leaves his bride to speak with a man for a second.
"This vest is rather annoying." He states plainly to the man.
"I would have thought the piece your carrying would be even more uncomfortable." Was the reply.
"You really think they would try to kill me at my wedding." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact.
"They are honorless dogs. I would expect nothing less from them." The man said, looking around the room.
"I hope you are wrong."
--meanwhile--
No one talked in the car. They all knew what they were doing, they knew what it would say about them, they knew why they did it. Those bastards had taken one of their own. Now they would return the favor ten fold.
They slipped out the windows, taking aim as they neared the church. The first shot flew through the front door, tumbling through the air before taking one of the guards in the chest and tearing through the vest. Four cars drove into the parking lot, blocking the exits.
Burns screams as he lets loose with his AK into the church "This is for the chairman!"
The shots spray into the unarmed guests as the men pour fire into the building. They rush forward, guns bucking as they mow down the guards and anyone who tried to stop them. Burns yells again as he busts the door down "Johnny sends his regards to the bastards who killed his father!" and then he sprayed fire at anyone still standing.
The guests dove for the floor as the bullets flew all over the room. The men rushed into the church as the last of the guards fell to the ground. Burns yelled "Find me the man who killed the Chairman."
A few minutes later one of the men hauled the groom in front of Burns. The bride screamed as Burns put the barrel of the gun to the grooms head. "We saw what you did. May you burn in hell."
The gun bucked and Burns turned. He and his boys walked outside as the police sirens wailed into the evening air. They tossed their guns to the ground and got to their knees as the police rushed towards them.

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The sound of gunfire formed a a symphony of death as the soldiers fired into the rushing mutants. They were the last line, the last defenders of humanity. It was do or die, save humanity or be the reason man went extinct.
One by one the mutants ended the lives of the soldiers, so that the symphony was a single rifle being fired from a second floor window. The lone soldier bearing the wings of the angel of death on his shoulder. Slaughtering with gun and knife as the mutants converge on him. He knows that they are many and he's the only one left.
He drops his now empty rifle to rush up the stairs towards the roof. He fires behind him with his side arm at the pursuing mutants. He feels the razor sharp claw cut through his side as one of the mutants zipped by him and out the hole in the wall. He rushes to device on the roof.
He knew he wouldn't survive once that device was switched on, but death didn't matter to the man. He knelt beside it and flipped the switch. As the beam shot skyward he pulled a picture from his pocket and kissed it as fire came down from the sky. The laser incinerated the man and began to spread, killing the mutants. Eventually covering the dead city and leaving a crater in it's place.
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Spoiler: A merc and his comrade (hover to show)

As I gunned down the last of my foes I began to search for my comrade who had been fighting alongside me. After a few minutes I was about to give up, assume he had run, but then I heard him groan in pain. I walked over and knelt beside him, preparing a syringe.
I gave him a couple shots of morphine, but we both knew he was going to die at this point. He nodded at me, knowing what I was going to do. It was what anyone of us would have done to a comrade, mortally injured and with no hope of getting him any kind of medical help.
I pulled my pistol from it's holster and quietly took aim. Before I pulled the trigger he spoke "I am at peace for the first time in my life."
I looked away before pulling the trigger, then closed his eye lids gently. A comrade down, left to forever rest in this hell.
His folks wrote me, years ago, saying he had found religion. Maybe there was something to it, maybe there was a place  we went to after death. For me though, my sins are too numerous to be forgiven.
I picked his body up and slung it over a shoulder, keeping my pistol ready. I knew a man who would fly his body home to be buried. It was the least I could do for the man who had saved me so many times.
--same story--
A lot of people ask me why I do my work. Don't I have a family?
And to that I reply they were all buried in unmarked graves by someone I've been hunting for years. And that they should shut up before I make them eat their own fist.
Of course, some days I do think about getting out of this weird game where friends could suddenly become enemies and then back again in a matter of a day. We all understand, it's just how the buisness works. But still, taking a break from it has some appeal to us all, but we'll never give up the life. Too much fun blowing up drug kings and war lords.
Though there comes a time, after everyone you've ever known dies and turns to dust, when the life loses some appeal. You'll never settle down and have a house and a nice little family where the kids go off to college while you work a day job. You just start to wonder how much of yourself you're willing to give up to the devil to stay alive and keep at this life.
Of course, carrying the dead body of your fallen comrade, one who's been through a lot with you, puts things in perspective. One more job, then I'm done. Of course, just my luck the job entails killing a warlord. Which in and of itself means waging a small war.
--same story--
I found a road and kept walking along it. The body of my comrade was beginning to weigh more, but I knew that was just fatigue starting to set in. I missed my car, an old dodge charger. From back when they didn't make every car look the same.
I began to hear a vehicle approaching and sighed. I was either going to be passed by or gunned down. Which is why I was surprised when it stopped, the two in the truck looking at me. Finally, after staring at each other for a couple of awkward minutes, they motioned me to get in the bed of the truck. I took the ride and we sat in silence.
As we approached the no fire zone the driver looked back and said "I'm sorry for your friend. It is tough to lose someone who has fought beside you."
I was surprised, and for a second said nothing, then spoke "Thank you. Maybe the next time we meet we will be on the same side."
They stopped in front of town to let me off with the body, then hit the gas and went back into the jungle. I carried the body to the small church in town. They took the dead and sent them home to where ever they were from.
Now, back to buisness.

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The man sat in the armchair, staring at the fire in front of him. He was good man despite the things he had done. He contemplated calling his daughter, but decided against it. The men would be coming soon. "So I take it by your presence that I'm going to die today old friend."
The figure standing beside him put a hand on the man's shoulder and spoke "You are one of the few living people to have ever seen me. One of the few I've befriended. But as it has always been, I must take the dead to their final destination. I am here early because I wished to see you one last time."
The man nodded, not speaking as he stared into the fire. He put a hand on the old bible that sat on the table next to his chair. He heard the door open and three sets of foot steps. "So, you know what we're here to do." One of them said.
The man felt the barrel of a gun pressed to his head, but heard one of the others speak "No. He deserves better. Let his family have an open casket funeral."
And with that he felt something poke into his wrist before being swiftly withdrawn. "Poison mixed with sedatives. It'll knock him out before he feels anything."
As the world began to dim he heard the men walk out, and Death spoke "She's been waiting a long time for you. Tell her I said hello."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [done copy pasting]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 02, 2015, 04:28:53 pm

OKay, so this is continuing the story for 'A Wedding Shooting', and switching tenses for ease of writing, and the name of the overall story is going to be 'The Syndicate'.
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Burns stood at the trial with his accomplices to give their plea. The six of them all spoke in unison "Guilty", and the judge sentenced them to the maximum the law allowed, life in prison.
--the next day--
The six of them were in general population now, and they knew they needed to stick together. What they did, it had been unsanctioned, so they were now fair game even to members of their own syndicate. They figured they wouldn't make it past a month, but they were determined to try.
They had discussed it at length during the transfer process to general population. Of course they never expected the first attack to come from the cops. The six of them were walking in a hallway when a guard brought his baton into Burns stomach and toppled him to the ground while his buddy pulled his gun and held Burns allies at bay.
The beating went on for what must have been nearly ten minutes, but Burns had learned to deal with immense pain years ago. The guard stood, spitting on Burns as a final insult before motioning for his buddy to follow him as he walked off. Two of Burns friends picked him up and helped him walk as he could barely move his right leg.
"This reminds me of how we met Rico..."
--8 years ago--
Burns was 23, a new man in the syndicate if you listened to some of the higher ups, but he had been a member for six years. He had been walking down the road like he always had. He spotted a couple of bullies beating on a kid down an alley, and stopped. Normally he would have walked away, ignored it, but instead he walked towards them.
The bullies didn't notice him until he punched one hard enough to dislocate and partially break his jaw. The other two went at him, one of them swinging with a base ball bat. Burns grabbed the bat and twisted it out of the bullies hand and tossed it, then followed that with a kick to the head that sent the bully sailing into a wall unconcious.
The other bully tried a rather sloppy martial arts kick, which Burns caught. He held the bully's leg and then brought his elbow down onto the kneecap, shattering it.
As the last of the bullies lay on the ground writhing in pain Burns picked the kid up and onto his feet. "You okay?"
The kid stared at him for a moment before answering "Yeah, just a few bruises. Thanks, they would have done a lot worse if you hadn't helped."
"No problem kid." Burns said, pulling out a cigarette and kicking the bully who was still concious and had just cussed him out.
"Do you think you could teach me a few of those moves?" The kid asked, looking unsure of himself.
"Kid, you'd just get hurt." Burns said, lighting the cigarette and walking back out of the alley.
"Look, I'll do anything, I'll even pay for lessons." The kid said, following him.
With a sigh Burns looked over his shoulder "Tell you what, be at 0577 Brown street at five pm. Don't be late, and be there every day. If you show up late no lessons."
And with that Burns walked off, with the kid shouting that he'd be there.
--the next day--
Sure enough the kid arrived on time. Burns stood up from sitting on his porch and grabbed a bucket of paint and a brush. "What's your name?"
The kid said "It's Rico. What's with the paint?"
"Today you learn dedication. You will paint as long as it takes to paint the wall of the building around my porch. When you need a ladder come knock on the door and tell the guy who answers that you need it. He'll help hold it. For now I have to go take care of something across town."
"Okay, but why am I painting to learn this?"
"Because the house needs a new coat and you won't learn anything until that's done." Burns said as he started walking.
--an hour later--
Burns returned to see a majority of the house painted and Rico still working. Burns walked to the door and called out "Hey kid, come in for a drink."
Rico climbed off the ladder and followed Burns inside.
--present time--
"Hey, I wasn't the one getting the shit beat out of him this time." Rico said smiling.
"Yeah, now let's get lunch shall we." Burns said as they made their way down the hall.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 02, 2015, 09:00:54 pm

The six of them sat at the table eating their lunch and completely aware of the large number of men looking at them. Burns sighed as he sat there, wondering who would beat the shit out of them next. He figured it would be the boys from his own syndicate.
--four hours later--
Burns was using his phone call, talking with his mother. "Hey, so I know you heard about the trial and sentencing."
He heard the stern voice of his mother "Yes, and I don't want you calling"
"Look, I just wanted to tell you I got a bank account with enough money to take care of sis's medical bills for a few years. The account number is in that old leather book I had in my room."
His mother said "Thank you, I need to go now."
And with that she hung up. Burns turned and walked back to his friends. "So, who's the prison shop?"
"Guy by the name of Mikalov." Rico said, following Burns.
"Him? Well I'll be damned, the son of a bitch is still here." Burns said.
"Yeah, so we gonna buy from him, or are we going to lop another hand off?" Morris said.
---6 years ago---
Burns and Morris walked down the street, with civilians moving around them and just generally avoiding them. Burns bore the tattoos of a lieutenant, but was treated as the Chairman's long arm. Which is why he and Morris were heading to the shop just down the street with a seven inch long butchers knife.
Morris stepped through the door first and started for the back, with Burns in tow. As they stepped into the kitchen one of the workers screamed and ran away. The two of them reached the back and Morris kicked the door down.
The man they were after stood and backed up against a wall. "I did nothing!"
Burns spoke up "Yeah, you didn't pay your debt either. So whats your name?"
"Mikalov. Please, I only need a little more time!"
Burns motioned and Morris grabbed the man and slammed him down onto a table. "You always pay your debts to the Chairman, Mikalov, or you lose something."
And with that Burns brought the butchers knife up and then back down onto the man's wrist, lopping his left hand off. Mikalov screamed and the two walked to the door. "Next time pay your debts or it won't be a hand."
And with that the two walked out of the building.
--present--
The six of them had bought some rather basic protection in the forms of shivs. "Well, glad he remembered his debts. Would have hated to chop off his dick." Burns said as they walked towards their cells.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 04, 2015, 11:38:07 pm

Burns and his friends leaned against the wall together talking. They had managed to score a pack of cigarettes and were smoking. A group of fellow syndicate members walked by and one of them made a handsign of slitting his throat.
"I get the feeling nobody likes us Simon."
"why would they? We're the dogs who shot up a wedding Burns." Simon said as he pulled the cigarette from his hand and held it for a second before taking another puff.
"I know that, but you'd think some kind of loyalty to your brothers would exist." Burns said around his cigarette
"Since when has that stopped blokes from trying to off us. You remember Kicker?"
--7 years ago--
"Kicker the chairman told you that this isn't the place for your business! So come on out and we'll settle this like men." Burns shouted as he moved through the warehouse.
"Fuck the chairman! I can make us a lot of money here selling my product!" Kicker yelled from...somewhere.
That's when the bullets started flying and Burns and Simon ducked to cover. The shots kept coming as the two pulled out their guns and fired a couple of blind shots. "You two can't hit a barn!" Kicker yelled, and that's when the two realized it was coming straight across the open walkway to the other end of the warehouse.
Burns stepped out and his gun clicked. As Kicker began to laugh and draw a shot Simon dove in front of Burns and took the bullet for him. Which also happened to be the last one in Kicker's clip.
As the man scrambled to reload Burns charged him and tackled him to the ground. Kicker punched him as he began to strangle Kicker. After a couple of minutes Kicker stopped struggling and his eyes rolled back.
As Burns stood he walked back to Simon to surprisingly find the man still alive. "Always wear a vest." Simon said as Burns helped him to his feet.
"Thanks for the tip."
--Present time--
"Yeah, it's never really stopped anyone."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 05, 2015, 01:18:21 am

(not related to The Syndicate. I'm a bit too tired to write that.)
The story of a War is always told by the Victor
He fires into the horde of oncoming opponents with his Hornet Rifle, to no avail. He would then begin to retreat into the nearby building, still firing his rifle. He runs through the door way and slams it shut, then runs for the back of the building, sounds of the enemy banging the door. He runs past two men who look at him as he runs to a device they know means death for them all.
They silently move to the front and fire at the enemy who breaks the door down.
The story of a War is always told by the Victor, and so we see the tale of this soldier.
He activated the device, going through the complicated process of verifying his identity and authorization, then initiating it. He turned as the onrushing foes broke through the other soldiers and fired. but they overrun him, and he was not alive to see the beam scream down from the sky and obliterate the building, the block, and the rest of the city. It eradicated the enemy, and the few remaining soldiers gave their lives to remove a threat to humanity.
"And that class, is the story of Death Hand Isaac Mortal. You're free to do as you please until next class period."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: Stopsignal on March 05, 2015, 05:21:26 pm

Posting to keep reading! Already read everything up to here, man. Loving it!

Hyped for more Syndicate. I hope you don't see it as pushy though!

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 05, 2015, 05:48:24 pm

Nah, I don't think it sounds pushy at all. Only reason I didn't continue with it last post is I was tired and it was rather late. I generally spend thirty minutes to an hour on a section of The Syndicate so far, and I think that I've got a decent length per post for it.
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The six of them stood together in the exercise yard together. A group of eight men walked over and without warning one of them swung at Burns. He ducked the punch, grabbed the man's arm, and used it to throw the man into the wall behind him.
Simon had tackled one of them to the ground and was beating the shit out of him as Rico proceeded to dislocate one of the attackers shoulders. Burns next opponent attempted to kick him in the head, but Burns ducked the kick and slammed a fist into the man's jaw as he recovered from the momentum of the kick. And that's when two men piled onto Burns and started hitting him.
One of Burns friends pulled one off of him and proceeded to toss the man into the wall before grabbing the other and delivering a series of rapid strikes that left the man unconsious. "Thanks for the assist Mule." Burns said as he turned and hauled a man off of Leo and knocked him unconcsious. "Leo my man, stay alert."
As he turned he could see the fight was over. Anyone still concsious either had a broken bone of some kind or a dislocated shoulder.
"Let's go, I think we've gotten enough exercise boys." Burns said as they began to walk off.
--9 years ago--
Burns was 22 at the time when he first met Mule and Leo. The two had been initiated together and had stuck together, watching each others backs. Now though they were riding in a car together, heading to deal with a dealer from another Syndicate.
They rolled to a stop in front of a small house and got out. The three of them were armed with fully automatic weapons, and they pulled them into plain view as they walked to the door.
Mule busted the door down with a single kick and they walked through the entrance. Immediately they heard a woman scream and they spotted her standing in the kitchen cooking. "Stay right there unless you want to die." Burns said, making sure she spotted his gun.
"Hey, Mick! The Chairman wants a word with you! He wants to know why your syndicate is muscling into our territory!" Leo shouted, and they heard a noise upstairs "You come down here unarmed or she dies!" Leo shouted again and pointed the gun at the woman.
After a second Mick, the dealer, walked down the steps with his hands up. "Please, let my mother go."
Leo walked over to him and dragged him into plain view of the woman. "So, why is your syndicate muscling in on our turf? You really want to answer, otherwise I might get trigger happy."
"The Dragon, our boss, said to do it! I don't know why, he just told me to deal product here! Please just let her go." Mick said, looking up at Leo.
Leo nodded to Burns, who shot the woman dead. "No witnesses, no survivors. Chairmans orders Mick." Burns said, then shot Mick in the head.
The three of them walked out to the car and grabbed the gas cans in the back. They doused the house in gas and then walked out before lighting the building on fire.
"Rule one: No witnesses, no survivors, only ash." Burns said as he got into the drivers seat.
--present time--
The six of them were smoking again, smiling. "Leo you know the right guys on the inside."
"Always man, knew I'd end up here sometime."
--Elsewhere--
"...And have they been attacked yet?" the man said, looking over his shoulder at his lackey.
"Yes sir, several times." the lackey said, doing his best to not make eye contact.
"Unfortunate, I was hoping my men could speak with them first, make an offer. Tell them to keep back and keep an eye on those men. for now I want to see how things progress."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 06, 2015, 05:50:34 pm

--two months later--
Burns and Rico were walking together in the exercise yard, smoking a couple of cigarettes. They had been told by an anonymous note to meet a guy in the corner, so that's what they were doing. As they arrived at the corner they were met by a man who looked to be in his twenties and bore tattoos marking him as a member of their syndicate. "Burns, it's good to see you. A mutual friend wanted me to assure you the guards will cease their assaults on you."
Burns pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and said "And who might this friend be?"
"All in due time. He sends his assurance that he has plans to help you, but you must be patient, these things go slowly my friend." the man said, looking around.
"Tell our 'friend' I appreciate it. And if it's who I think it is tell him I killed the bastard with his own gun." Burns said, putting the cigarette in his mouth and walking off with Rico right behind him.
--5 months ago, two weeks prior to the wedding shooting--
A shot rang out in the house.
"That came from the Chairman's room!" Burns yelled, rushing for the room.
As Burns busted into the room all he saw was the Chairman wounded and a broken window behind him. Burns picked the Chairman up "Move it! We need to get him to the hospital!"
As they rushed for the car the Chairman whispered "He's a cop killer, he's the one who killed officer Lawrence, it's North."
Burns nodded, putting the chairman into the car and getting in beside him, yelling for the driver to go to the hospital. "I'll get him back for you sir, for now rest." Burns said.
"Burns, make him pay."
"I'm planning on it."
--2 hours later--
Burns was back in the room the shooting had occurred, with Rico and Morris with him. "North did this." Burns said, picking up a gun he had found on the dresser "And here's  his gun. Betsy, I always wondered why he named this damn thing."
"So what's the plan?" Morris asked, leaning against the wall.
"His men are completely loyal to him, and his security won't let us near him."
Rico spoke up "He's getting married in two weeks. Security will be lighter there. We could do a drive by, or bust the door down."
"Rico, do you even know what you're suggesting? We'll be cast to the wind if we do that, we'll be honorless dogs and fair game for anyone to come after."
"This isn't about us Burns, it's about making a point, that you do not fuck with the Chairman, and that if you do we'll murder you and everyone you love." Rico said.
Burns sighed, looking at the pistol in his hand. "Fine, we do this. Get Mule and Leo, they'll do it, and we'll need them. In two weeks we make a point to every criminal in the city."
--present--
"Rico, tell the others we've got a friend on the outside who's got some pull. I need to visit Mikalov."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 08, 2015, 01:17:11 am

Another non related story
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You know they always told me I had a destiny when I was growing up
The man walked into the bank with his mask on and a gun out. The first of the guards started to approach him and received a shot to the neck that sent him to the floor dead.
But then I never did believe in destiny, or prearranged events. That shit is for the cinema
The man shot the two other guards and then shouted for the civilians to get to the floor as he hopped over the tellers counter and ordered one to open the vault.
Besides, if there is any such thing as destiny then I'm going to kick it in the balls and live my life
He ordered the teller to stuff the money into the bag, but not before tossing the fake bundle with the dye bag out into the corridor.
And I'll kill anyone who gets in my way
He started for the back door when a security guard stepped out in front of him and ordered him to stop. "Hey, cop, your safety is on." He said before shooting the cop in the chest several times and then walking out the back door.
Well that is except for my crew. I'd die for these boys
The man climbed in the back of the van and tossed an ace of spades onto the ground as they drove off.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 08, 2015, 04:36:33 pm

Burns looked over the exercise yard and pulled out a cigarette. "So, wonder who likes us." Burns said as he and the others stood in a loose group as Mule lifted some weights. "I don't know, but whoever it is thinks we're worth something." Mule said.
--5 months ago, 5 days before the wedding shooting--
"Burns we can't do this! We'll be marked for death and anyone who sees us is free to take a shot!" Leo said, leaning over a table in the kitchen they were meeting in.
"We are doing this for the Chairman. The bastards nearly killed him, hell we don't even know he'll live at this point! Besides, the fucker is a cop killer! Rule one: Don't kill cops! That just brings more heat onto the Syndicate." Burns said leaning against the stove and looking at Leo.
"You know there are exceptions to that rule." Leo said, staring back at Burns.
"A few, but you know that Lawrence's killer wasn't in one of those circumstances. You know he shot the Chairman." Burns said.
"You know I've got kids? We've got five days, I'll take care of my personal business. After we do this, we're as good as dead. I'll say goodbye." Leo said.
"We'll do our job, we'll avenge the Chairman." Burns said, moving to leave.
"Burns, we're pretty much brothers at this point. I hope you realize what I'm giving up here."
Burns looked over his shoulder and said "I know, and I'm sorry. But this is our duty to the Chairman."
"Right." Leo said.
Burns walked out of the house and sighed.
--present--
The six of them stood there, wondering if maybe they'd get out of here alive.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 18, 2015, 10:08:50 pm

((different story again, trying to figure some things out for the Syndicate))

Who am I?
I flipped the burger and sighed as another order was yelled at me. I just numbly nodded and kept cooking the burgers.
Well, there's not much to say about me, well about who I was.
I heard the door open and let out another sigh as I knew another order was heading my way. But instead I heard shouting and one of the counter workers scream. It was probably Mike.
I mean it's not every day you get shot in the chest and find out you have some kind of weird ability.
I walked to the front to yell at Mike to not scream at spiders, having finally snapped at his ability to find anything scary. As I came around the corner I saw a man with a shotgun but for some reason it didn't register, and I raised a hand and asked what he wanted. He pulled the trigger.
Of course the shot to my stomach hurt like a motherfucker.
I fell back and hit the wall behind me, my head making an audible snapping sound as it hit the wall. The odd thing was my vision didn't fade and after the initial impact I didn't feel anymore pain. I stood up again, and the man stared at me with a mixture of terror and uncomprahension.
I mean seriously, I can take bullets, get stabbed, jump off buildings, and I don't die for some reason!
I took a step forward and wrenched the shotgun from him and began to render him unconcious via liberal pounding of the shotgun's stock to the face. After the man was thoroughly unconious I grabbed a phone from Mike and informed the police of the incident, hung up the phone, and turned to my boss.
"I quit."
And with that I walked out the door.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 19, 2015, 09:21:00 am

Burns sighed as he and the others sat together at lunch again. Since they had gotten in they had been going through the same routine, day in day out. The guards had stopped harrassing them, and they had beaten the shit out of most of the prisoners that had tried to fight them. Burns just hoped their 'friend' could get them out.
--meanwhile, elsewhere--
"Listen, you want someone who can do this job, I know someone who can do it. The problem is that my man is in prison. But that is where your friends come in." The man said, leaning against a wall.
The other man was standing, facing a window that overlooked the city. "How qualified is he?"
"He's killed over seventy men, maimed and injured well over a hundred more, and is trained in all manner of guns. He's also trained in hand to hand combat as well, so he would be able to defend your man while he set up the explosives." The first man said.
"I'll see what I can do, but no garuntees."
"That's all I ask. If you can't get him out I'll see what I can do concerning your job."
--The prison--
Burns stood up with his friends and they put away their trays. Afterwards they started for the exercise yard.
((Alright, got back to this, sorry for the short length though.))

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 24, 2015, 12:13:23 am

[yes, this is The Syndicate, yes, you'll understand why I mention this here I do believe][expect some authors notes]
The six men stood together in the garage. The last of them put on his helmet and picked up the bag of C4 "Guns loaded and readied."
They loaded into the van, with two of them getting in the cab. As the van moved the four men in the back bowed their heads and prayed to their individual gods. They came from different religious backgrounds, different situations growing up, but now they were all criminals. Equal in the eyes of all their gods.
They drove near the prison and stopped for a minute. "Stick to the plan. Get to the target, extract, and take out anyone who gets in our way or spots you without your helmet. Prisoners included, except the fucking target, don't want a repeat of Venice."
And with that the driver hit the gas and they rammed through the fence. They heard bullets ping against the armored plating on the van as they drove to the wall. Once the van stopped the six of them jumped off and moved to the wall.
The man with the C4 set it in place to blow a hole into a maintenance tunnel through which they could get into the prison itself. Once the bomb was in place they moved to cover behind the van and set it off. Once the fire and brimstone died down the six of them moved into the tunnel and started moving towards the objective, with the two in the lead firing at any tangos that moved into view.
As they reached a doorway into general population they heard a shot and the men in the back turned and opened fire. "Tangos behind us! We'll keep the exvil secure, get the target!."
The other four move into the prison. As a guard stepped around the corner the leader fired a shotgun shell into the man's knee, causing him to fall to the ground. The leader walked over to the now disable man and asked "Where is Burns?"
"Cell one-oh-four! Please don't kill me, I have kids, a wife, please!" The man pleaded.
"Thank you for the information. Tell your wife I'm sorry." Leader said, motioning to his men move to the objective. Almost done, one last job and he was out.

[[So the notes

Spoiler:  Authors nots (hover to show)

I mention these men are from a few different religions, and that was on purpose. The reason I don't go into specifics is because I only have knowledge of one religion, and I don't want to misrepresent any religion or be offensive due to lack of knowledge.This is an attempt to broaden parts of my writing, as I rarely deal with things such as race of characters, religion, or other such topics, due either to lack of knowledge(religion), or not wanting to offend or misrepresent things. One of the reasons I don't mention the ethnicity of characters is that I don't know the different cultures, I don't know how being a different ethnicity can affect how a person is treated overall, there are just way to many things I don't know on these different subjects and cultures.
So please respect that I'm taking these steps into subjects I'm not quite comfortable dealing while being careful about how I go about it, and if you have a problem with something I've written please PM me and PLEASE EXPLAIN. If you just say 'yo I got a problem with X' then I won't have any idea WHY it's bad or offensive.
And if it's about me having a character say stuff like fuck shit damn or bitch...it's foul language yes, and I could understand having an issue with the last one, but odds are I'm having the character use it to make you dislike him...so yeah, I wouldn't change it if that was the case, but still feel free to PM me and if it is something I'm doing with the knowledge of what it means I'll PM back explaining why I'm having the character say/do that.
if you read all of this and got here
Uh...have an internet cookie? I don't know, but thanks.

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Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 25, 2015, 11:16:58 pm

[[A separate story]]
The four men were silent as they sat in the metal beast. They sat, but they were not still, as the machine jostled them about as it moved. Finally it came to a stop, and the men began moving without a word. They each knew what they were to do, and the only voice was the commander feeding information to the gunner.
If not for their head sets that muffled the sound the cannons roar would have deafened. Without a word the loader went to work, putting in a new shell. Again the commander gave orders to the gunner and he did his job. Again the loader inserted a shell. Again the gun fired.
Then the enemy fired. The shell tore into the beast and took the loaders head and most of his upper body off. The shell then tore through the rest of the tank and out the other side.
The driver hauled the loaders body off the seat and moved over, inserting another shell. The gun fired and the driver heard the commander shout at him through the headset. Shifting back to his seat the driver hit the reverse and they started back down the hill they had settled on.
Then another shell tore through and exploded inside. The explosion tore the driver to shreds and ignited the ammo box. The gunner and commander scrambled outside of the tank and ran. And then, with a great roar the beast exploded and sent shrapnel flying. The gunner tackled the commander to the ground and stayed over him.
Once the explosion died the commander rolled his now dead comrade off of him and took his dog tags. And with that, he started back to base.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on March 31, 2015, 09:34:28 pm

[[been a while since the last Syndicate piece hasn't it?]]

Burns watched the men pop his cell open before standing. "Time to go Burns." Their leader said.
"Not without my friends." Burns said, standing there.
"Damnit I don't have time for this! You are coming with us now!" The man said.
"And I told you my condition. You must know my background, you know I can probably knock you and your friends unconcious before you'll be able to shoot me or knock me unconcious."
The man stared at Burns for a second, the truth of his statement sinking in. "Fine damnit let's move!"
--ten minutes later--
"Alright Burns, now you and your boys follow us."
Burns nodded and he and his friends followed the four armed men back out the hole in the building and into the awaiting truck that was their escape vehicle. The twelve of them clambered into the back as the truck started driving down the road and picking up speed. The six armed men started checking their gear and dissasembling the guns, packing them for destruction.
Burns looked at his friends and said "So, who are you guys betting on? Who do you think broke us out?"

[[sorry its short, but I felt I needed to finish the break out in it's own little post rather then continue past it in the same one.]]

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on April 03, 2015, 11:19:20 pm

"Yo, Manny! I got your dough for you!" The man said as he walked up to the private table in the club. "That product you been giving me is selling fast. I'm gonna need more of it tomorrow!" The man said, handing Manny a roll of cash.
Manny smiled as he accepted the roll of cash and handed it to his associate. "Of course. I told you I only distribute the highest quality product." Manny said, continuing to smile as his associate counted the money and nodded to him.
"So how much more do you need?"
"As much as you can give me man, like I said this stuff goes fast!" The man said, sitting down across from Manny.
"I'll see what I can do. I'll contact you when I've got the numbers." Manny said, pulling out a cigarette.
Realizing he had been dismissed the man stood and walked away...which is when Manny heard a gunshot in the club. He motioned for his two men to go take care of it while he ran to his office. He heard several more gunshots, getting closer as whoever it was dispatched his guards. "Shit, who would come in here and start shooting my club up!" Manny said, grabbing his pistol from his desk.
A man kicked the door to his office down and tackled Manny to the ground before he could take aim. The man threw Manny's gun across the room as two more men entered the room with pistols at the ready. The one on top of Manny stood and hauled Manny to his knees.
The man who was now standing over Manny spoke "Why did you do it Manny? Why? We were initiated together! I heard the rules right beside you!" The man said, and Manny recognized Burns voice.
"Rule two: NO DRUGS! The Chairman made it clear, we don't sell drugs. Then you went and broke rule one, don't fuck with the cops. Manny why the fuck did you do it?"
Manny looked up at Burns "I needed the money Burns. My sister was dieing, and I wasn't getting enough cash by being a grunt."
Burns looked down at him, an odd sadness Manny had never seen in Burn's eyes was present. "Manny, you just had to ask, you know the Chairman would have taken care of your sisters meds, her bills, whatever you needed man." Burns said, taking a couple steps away "Manny, the chairman wants your fucking head. He wants you dead."
Manny looked down at the ground "Burns, you know me. You know I couldn't ask that, of anyone. I guess what you used to say came true, my pride has finally killed me."
Burns didn't respond for a second, and the words hung in the air as the four men in the room stood still. Burns finally motioned for the other two to leave, and they did. "Get up Manny."
Manny stood, looking at Burns. "What now?"
"I can't kill you Manny. Not after what we've been through."
Manny sighed "You have to. The chairman would kill you if he knew you willfully disobeyed him."
"Manny, I just can't, okay? Your a brother to me." Burns said, tossing his pistol away.
Manny walked over to the spot the pistol landed, unseen by Burns who had turned away. "Burns, I'm sorry. But I'm not taking you with me." Manny said, picking up the pistol and putting the barrel under his chin. "Tell my sister I love her."
The gun went off, and Manny's body fell backwards as Burns turned screaming. He ran over and knelt down next to Manny as the other two men rushed into the room. They stopped a few steps into the room, looked at eachother, and then stepped out. Burns heard one of them say "Leave him to grieve for a few minutes. no one is going to report this to the police for a few hours."
Burns knelt next to the body, crying for a half hour before finally rising and taking his gun. He walked out, and another man walked in. As they had been instructed the man dipped a paintbrush in the fresh blood and painted 'Dishonor the syndicate, and die.' on the wall.
Once he was done he walked out of the room, and Burns and his three compatriots walked out of the club. Burns tossed a card on the ground that read 'May the holy have mercy' near the door.
The four of them got into the van and closed the doors. Rico looked at Burns "I'm sorry man."
Burns sighed, pulling his bandana off and tossing it to the floor of the van. "He killed himself to protect me Rico. He was a brother, we were initiated together, and now he's dead."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: Exodus on April 03, 2015, 11:27:18 pm

No ones going to report this to the police for a few hours...

Dang Vulnus, didnt know your stories took place in the Slums of Detroit.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on April 03, 2015, 11:33:03 pm

it doesn't. when you see guys like Burns walking around who wear bandana's bearing the mark of their Syndicate you don't report it, if your smart that is.
The Syndicate is prominent, and even though they have a rule against killing cops they have no qualms killing someone who reports them to the police. combine that with moles in the police department, an intelligence network, and a virtual army of guys ready to go to jail at the Chairman's word, and they've pretty well intimidated the majority of the people in the city.
The Syndicate has a couple of very obvious insignias they use, though these are usually reserved for the grunts and footsoldiers of the Syndicate, a way to advertise who they are. It's also helped reduce the number of friendly fire incidents the Syndicate has run into.

Essentially, you see a guy wearing something with one of these emblems, you don't report them for a few hours.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: Exodus on April 03, 2015, 11:35:01 pm

Uh huh.

So why don't governments do anything about these guys again?

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on April 03, 2015, 11:43:44 pm

a few reasons
One: They are, just nothing on a large scale. Sting operations, busts, and taking down who they can. However the foot soldiers almost always take the fall, giving false confessions, so the major players almost always walk, and even then they get out of jail relatively quickly (Governor pardons often being used to get them out)
Two: They've essentially bought several people in the government. This generally keeps them out of larger scale trouble
Three: They don't want to kill the higher ups. These guys have enough knowledge that if the government can get them to talk the government will suddenly have a huge amount of information about criminal dealings in the larger criminal organizations, as well as give the government knowledge of a large number of weapons dealers.

And a few other things.
Essentially, they've bought government officials, they've got a large amount of resources to help keep them out of trouble. the government is trying to deal with them, but they have trouble actually pinning anything on major players. And the Syndicate has a HUGE number of foot soldiers who would gladly take the fall for the higher ups.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: Exodus on April 03, 2015, 11:48:08 pm

So basically they cant do anything legally and they've bought out the officials. Too bad the government doesn't have it's own mercs.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on April 05, 2015, 10:19:38 am

Burns walked towards the door of the Chairman's estate. Bastard broke me out to kill my friend he thought as he approached the door.
-----14 years ago----
Burns was seventeen and out on the streets, though at this point in his life he was called Mike. Manny was walking next to him, smiling and laughing. "Mike, we're gonna be initiated tonight, aren't you excited?"
"Of course I am Manny, but I'm nervous as all hell." Mike said, walking along.
"Come on, we've been working our asses off for the past year to get this far, let's celebrate." Manny said.
Before Mike could reply Manny suddenly tackled him to the ground as they heard gunshots followed by a car accelerating. Manny rolled off of Mike and stood up. "Shit man, those gangs are starting to get ballsy."
Mike stood up and said "Yeah. Thanks man."
Manny smiled and jokingly punched Mike in the shoulder. "I told you Mike, I'd give my life for you. We're brothers in my eyes."
Mike smiled and the two continued on their way.
---two years later---
Mike and Manny both walked down the street, wearing hoodies that bore the insignia of the Syndicate, and bullet proof vests under them. Mike motioned for Manny to stand at the door to the building and walked up. "Don't worry, this guy ain't gonna be walking out of here."
Mike walked into the building and up to the apartment that was his destination. Without a word he bashed the door in and pulled out his pistol. "Shouldn't of hit Manny's sister, cause now I'm sending you straight to hell you bastard!" Mike yelled as he walked into the apartment. He made his way to the bedroom and spotted the guy digging through a foot locker. Without a word Mike lined up his shot and fired, the bullet breaking through the man's skull and spraying blood onto the wall. "May the holy have mercy on you." Mike said before walking out.
When he reached the door Manny looked at him, and Mike said "I shot him. He's dead, so tell your sister he ain't gonna be trying any more shit."
Manny nodded and the two started down the road. Mike said "Remember when we were kids, and we didn't know what was going on when our dads got together with 'the guys'?"
Manny nodded, looking around and said "Yeah. I still don't know how we didn't realize what they were doing."
Mike said "They told us to stick together, and watch each others backs. I still remember the day we said we would die for each other man."
Manny smiled "And we meant it. Mike, if it came down to it, I'd give my life to make sure you lived."
Mike nodded, looking at Manny "It ain't gonna come down to that Manny, not if I got a say in it."
"You never know Mike."
----present----
Burns walked through the door and looked at the guards. As always they motioned him on, not even bothering to check him for weapons. He walked up to the Chairman's room and walked through the door way. "He's dead, now tell me why you sent me after a man I considered a brother."
The Chairman looked at him "Because he broke our rules, broke his oath. It's that simple. As far as why you specifically, well you were the only man I trusted for the job."
Burns looked at him, waiting. The Chairman continued after a moment "Now, I suggest you lay low. I'll have your 'situation' taken care of soon enough."
Burns nodded and walked out of the room.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: RedVulnus on April 16, 2015, 11:07:00 pm

Burns sat on the coach and stared at the TV. He had been there for almost three hours now, just staring at the TV for no particular reason. Probably because he head nothing else to do.
So during the past year he had done what he'd done for years as an enforcer. Then he shot up a wedding, spent a few months in jail, and then had his best friend commit suicide to protect him. All in all a shi*tty year.
With a sigh Burns stood up and picked his pistol up off of the table. As he walked towards the door he tucked the pistol into his pants and picked his shirt up over it. He walked through the door and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket along with the lighter. After he lit the cigarette he tossed the lighter into a pool of gas in the room.
As he walked to the sidewalk and down the street the house caught on fire. No traces left, a new ID, and a set of keys to his new place. Burns sighed again as he walked and looked up at the sky. "Start of a new chapter, let's see whats coming my way."
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Okay, so this is the end of the first 'chapter' of the Syndicate. For now this is where I will leave off, as I've got other ideas I want to try. If you've got any questions I'll try and answer them.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories [The Syndicate]
Post by: Perigrin on April 16, 2015, 11:08:03 pm

Nito. Will get like a review done later tonight.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on April 20, 2015, 11:41:38 pm

Sam and Mike ran through the streets, dodging cars and bikes as they rushed to get to their destination. Behind them a Globe Sec observer was chasing after them as it flew over the cars and other traffic.  They were runners, and they had just gotten caught.
Sam leaped over a low rider and rolled onto the sidewalk, with Mike right behind him. "Move it Mike!" He shouted.
Mike just kept running, looking at his watch for a second and then motioning to go left. The next opening between the buildings the two ducked into the alley and booked it for a door. Mike burst through it first with Sam right behind him. The two stopped for a second and Sam tossed his bag to Mike "Get it to drop off, I'll distract Globe Sec."
Mike looked at him and said "You crazy? If they catch you you're dead!"
Sam looked at him over his shoulder as he walked back to the door they had entered through "Freedom or death Mike, I told you that was the choice when you got into this. If those don't get delivered then Globe Sec wins."
Sam walked out the door before Mike could reply, and started running as fast as he could. The Observer followed him as he took off down the street and he could now hear the sirens of a Persecutor. He knew the risks when he got into this so he didn't stop when he saw it drive over and crush a car that had been sitting on the corner of the street.
Instead he leaped over the hood of the vehicle and kept running. The Observer zoomed past the Persecutor, and the two kept following Sam. He knew the operators inside the Persecutor were calling in to receive free fire permission, so at most he had three minutes.
He turned and ran into a park across the street and ran through it, the two Globe Sec vehicles following him. He heard the motors in the turret of the Persecutor activate as the operators started the targeting process.
With a sigh he reached into his coat and pulled out an old 'pineapple' and pulled the pin. After a second he turned and tossed it through the window of the speeding vehicle and then ducked to the right to dodge it. As the Persecutor sped past it exploded, sending Sam flying into a building.
Sam hit the building and felt a couple of his ribs break, along with a few other bones. He knew he wasn't going to make it out of this so he pulled out his pistol and aimed at the Observer. Before he could fire the secondary Operator, whom had already opened the door of the small aircraft and leaned out, shot him twice in the chest.
---mean while----
Mike walked through the door to the drop off and tossed the man there the bags. Mike said "Okay, there's the bags."
"Where's Sam?" the man asked, checking the bags.
"He took the heat." Mike said, and the man stopped. They both knew what that meant.
"Damn, sorry kid. If it's any consolation you've just garunteed the success of one of our field teams." the man said, picking the bags up having been satisfied with what was in them.
"Sure, whatever. I'm going to go get a drink."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on April 22, 2015, 10:59:08 pm

The Brothers Muerte and Vida
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Muerte walked into the room in his tank top and jeans and walked over to the couch. As he sat down Vida shook his head and watched as Muerte pulled on his black combat style boots. Muerte looked at Vida for a second before reaching over and picking up the gun on the coffee table.
"So, our friend, he has the sentencia de muerte?" Muerte asked as he put the pistol in his hip holster.
Vida nodded and said "Sentencia de muerte. Payment of ten thousand upon receiving proof."
Muerte nodded, and stood up. On his way out the door he picked up an assault rifle off the rack near the door. It paid to have a gun nearby when you took lives for a living.
Vida was right behind him, and slid over the hood of the car to the passenger side. Muerte started the car as Vida got in and put his seatbelt on. "You know, for a guy who's a hired Asesino you're pretty safety conscious."
Vida looked over at him and pulled on his mask. "Hey, better Vida then Muerte."
The two burst out laughing, and Muerte punched Vida on the shoulder. "Still using that joke amigo?"
Vida smiled under his mask "Why change what's not broke?"
Muerte smiled and hit the gas. It wouldn't be too long until they reached their destination.
-----3 hours later------
Muerte pulled the grenade out of his glove box as the two got out of the car. Works better then a pistol he thought as the two walked towards the mansion. "So this is what witness protection gets you? Eh, I've seen better. Now let's make some pesos."
Muerte pulled the pin and threw the grenade like a baseball through the window next to the front door.
--inside--
The officer inside watched as the grenade flew through the window and bounced off the wall. As it hit the ground and rolled he spotted the smiley face painted on the side of the grenade and the words 'Toque de agonia'. That's when it exploded and the world suddenly turned black. after a second he spotted a man in the mists carrying a scythe
--outside--
Muerte kicked the door open and lifted his rifle to shoot. An officer stepped out from behind a pillar and took a bullet to the neck. "What the fuck? This isn't witness protection!" Muerte said as Vida took out another cop with his pistol.
Muerte took down another two cops before moving into the main room. It was nice, but he prefered his living room where there was always a gun nearby. Vida motioned to the stairs and the two moved to the next floor.
Two cops stepped out of cover and shot Muerte in the chest several times, causing him to fall back onto the ground. Vida took them out with his pistol before reaching down and pulling Muerte up onto his feet. "Damn. At least they always forget about my vest."
"You good brother?" Vida asked, sounding concerned.
"Still in la flor de la vida brother." Muerte asked, retrieving his rifle "Target should be in the next room."
The two walked over to the singular door and took cover on either side of it. Muerte moved and kicked the door open with Vida covering him. They saw the target sitting in a chair and smoking. He didn't even look up to see the men that were going to kill him. Vida lowered his gun and looked at Muerte. Muerte looked at him, and then Vida walked off to leave his brother to handle this. "You want to finish that cigarette or just get this over with?"
The man tossed the cigarette and looked at him. "Seriously, you want anything? I mean I'll still kill you, but I try to be nice to the cooperative ones."
The man sighed and motioned to a drawer. "There's a letter in there. Please just put it in the mail."
Muerte pulled out his pistol and sighed, he hated killing the cooperative ones. He lifted the pistol and made a clean kill. He pulled out his camera and took the photos for proof, then retrieved the man's letter.
As he walked down the stairs he nodded at Vida. "Proof of death." He said as he handed the camera to Vida.
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Okay, so a few things here
So to our Spanish speaking members, I hope I did not use anything offensive or such. I looked up Spanish translations for Death and Life, and used words and phrases I found on eudict. If I used something offensive please tell me so I can replace it, probably with english as it's my native language.
On to why I used Spanish. I'm trying expand what I can use for writing, and I plan on actually learning some new languages(well new to me...) so I can better use them. For this story I got some character ideas, edited them, looked up some info, and then made the final characters of Vida and Muerte(Life and Death respectively according to eudict). I think using other languages could be a useful thing in writing and I'll probably continue to experiment in using it, though probably in a different manner.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on May 09, 2015, 01:31:25 am

There was no redemption for him, not after what he did. That didn't stop him from running, the pistol still smoking in his hand as he ducked into an alley. He knew what was going to happen, he just hoped he'd have a little time before it happened.
--2 days later--
He had managed to lay low for a couple of days at a friends house, one who thankfully didn't know what he had done. He was alone in the house while his friend was at work, so he looked at the pistol in his hand and thought about what he could do. Go to the police, but they'd throw him under the bus for what he did, or he could go back to his boss, but then he'd end up dead much faster.
He suddenly heard two car doors slam in the drive way and looked out the window to see two men in trench coats walk up to the door. Before he could react they kicked the door down and headed straight for him. He dropped the gun as the two walked over to him, tommy guns ready, and one of them knocked him unconscious with a stock strike.
--2 hours later--
He was pulled out of the back of the car and one of the two led him to the edge of a pit. He looked around to see a cement mixer waiting and several construction workers standing around, pretending not to notice the trio. As he reached the edge he was forced to his knees.
"Should'a known better Monty. Shouldn'ta killed a cop. Cop killers don't live long Monty, and you knew it."
Monty  sighed as he looked down at the pit. "You know if we don't do this then the cops'll come after the rest of us, and we can't have that Monty. If we get rid o' you then we're in the clear."
Monty looked over his should and said "Get it over with you two."
"Have it your way Monty." One of the two trench coats said, lifting his pistol. Monty's last memory was the sound of a gun shot.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on May 19, 2015, 01:07:52 am

I was just chilling out at my apartment and watching some TV. I got up to get a drink from the fridge when the phone rang. With a sigh I got up and wondered who it was, couldn't be work since it was the weekend.
I picked up and said "Yo, who's this?"
"Hey Johnny, it's Carl, I was wonderin' if you'd like to come to the casino with me?"
I checked his watch, noting it was one PM and said "yeah sure, I could go for some fun right now."
"Sweet, meet you at your place, we'll go there in my car." Carl said and hung up before I could say anything.
I shrugged and went to my closet. I changed to a white tank top, blue jeans, and brown work boots, my usual attire when I left the house. I then walked to my bathroom, gave myself a quick shave and then put on deoderant.
After that I walked back into my kitchen and pulled out a soda to drink while I waited for my buddy. True to form I heard his car horn and I walked outside. He smiled and waved me into his car.
The two of us chatted about sports, our dock jobs, and then about the weather. It was thirty minutes later and we were already sitting at a table gambling.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on June 11, 2015, 12:07:35 am

and yall probably thought I wrote something somewhat happy didn't you?
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I was up a couple hundred and was having fun at the table when I spotted three men walk through the door wearing masks and carrying guns. I didn't know what kind of place Carl had taken me to but I had figured it wasn't exactly legal, and my suspicion was confirmed when one of the men said "Vinny told you this block is his turf you dumb fucks!" and started shooting.
The last thing I remembered from that night was a shot through my chest that sent me backwards out of the chair.
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I woke up several hours later to find myself tied to a chair and a man in a white suit sitting in front of me. What was the most unnerving about the situation was the simple fact the man did not have a face, it was just a white area where it should be. In fact, everything on him and about him was pure white.
before I could say anything the man said "Let's get to the point, your dead."
I looked at him and said "You think? I got shot in the chest."
The man looked at me, how I could tell I don't know, and said "Yes, but I'm offering you a chance to live again, and get revenge on the men who killed you."
"What exactly would this require me to do?"
The man sighed and said "Simple, you'll take care of some very notorious criminals in your city, and in return we'll bring you back to life."
I smiled and said "Guess I don't have much of a choice."

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on June 19, 2015, 07:01:32 pm

Take this as you will
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I've done things that make me wonder who I really am. Things I am no longer proud of. But I don't look back on these, for what is to be gained from looking on something that only brings me pain now?
No, instead I move forward, step by step, breath by breath. There are things that weigh me down, things I cannot remove from myself, but I continue on. And when the weight becomes too much for me to bear I know there are those I can lean on.
I've made mistakes, but I do not dwell on them for I have little use for those memories other then to remind me of things I should not do. Believe me, I've made mistakes that I wish I could change, turn back the clock. Mistakes that I wish I could pay any price to change. But as with life I must continue onward and move forward, for life gives a man only a single chance in the moment.
So here I stand, in front of another challenge to climb, another hilltop to reach. And as I step forward the weight I carry settles on my shoulders, heavier then when I was climbing the last hill. But I know there are those who will stand with me, those who will aid me in this, and those people who do have my grattitude.
Life demands we carry on, or pay a toll. I choose to carry on, for the toll is too hefty for me to pay.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on November 15, 2015, 12:55:54 am

don't want to start a thread for this since IDK if I'll actually pursue it.
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32 sat at the table, his left arm in a sling as he leaned back and attempted to ignore the woman nagging him from the kitchen. He looked at the window that had been covered with a set of drapes since he had been here and sighed. The elderly woman walked out of the kitchen and put a plate of food on the table in front of him, speaking in a heavy Russian accent, a bit of a rarity in this part of the world now. "Eat, you need to eat to get your strength up."
32 reached his free hand up and pulled his helmet off, then undid the straps on his gas mask. He pulled the heavy metal mask from his face and set it on the table, taking note of the woman's shocked reaction at his face. Having no nose, a thin see through layer of skin covering his eyes, a lack of lips, and a distinct lack of pigmentation in his skin often got that reaction. He began to eat as the woman went back to the kitchen.
32 ate the meal as he would any other, then put his gas mask and helmet back on. The woman's two grandsons walked in and sat down across from him and Marcus started talking. "Patrols have started to become a bit more infrequent. We might be able to move you out tonight, but it's your call."
32 looked at the two of them then back at the drapes. His voice rasped out from the mask as he said "We will move out tonight to the base Samuel manufactured for us. I will be in the back of the truck underneath a tarp. Make sure we do not draw suspicion during our trip."
The two men nodded and got up.

Title: Re: Vulnus' Stories
Post by: RedVulnus on April 15, 2017, 10:56:57 pm

We walked through the corridor of the Sector as I slammed the arming handle closed. The weapon weighed surprisingly little but I knew it would eliminate any target. That was my job after all, to eliminate any target designated by Command.

We were five in number against potentially hundreds of targets. There were other squads of course but the likely hood of joining up with another squad was unlikely given the size of an Accommodations Sector. Still even a thousand targets would not have worried a man in my squad. We took care of our equipment.

We walked into one of the plaza areas to see several armed individuals. Energy bolts flew through the air, some even impacting our armor to no effect. In return we sent a volley of fire into the enemy that rendered seven of the ten targets dead before they thought to run for cover. The other three were put down as they turned to run.

Without a word we continued further into the sector. Looting had already begun plaguing the area with several groups of looters diving in and out of stores and homes. They were not our concern however and we left them alone. Peace keepers would come eventually and there would be enough evidence to convict them. We only concerned ourselves with confirmed dissidents and those who attempted to attack us.

Soon we approached a large home that intelligence indicated was a central point of command for the dissident forces. The doors were opened with little fuss and we moved into the residence. We moved through the residence and soon stopped near a doorway through which we heard a number of dissidents arguing about the veracity of reports that we were present.

Stepping through the open doorway I opened fire and delivered a number of bullets to their targets. The dissidents in question were all armed with energy weapons and found that the fire they thought would kill me was ineffectual. My men were quick to follow and eliminated the majority of the remaining targets before they could find cover. The remaining two wouldn’t be much threat as we moved to get line of sight.

The other died quickly while I found my target lying on the floor. The result of him pulling the trigger of his weapon was the sound of it malfunctioning and overloading the energy clip. On that type of pistol a minor problem that caused the battery to melt, on others he might have caved the story above us on top of us. Either way one bullet found it’s way into his skull. He failed to take care of his equipment and on the field of battle that was a cardinal sin. Take care of your equipment and it will take care of you.

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Hey first thing I've enjoyed writing in a while so I'm probably going to continue this! Also got some ideas concerning the Syndicate that I'm going to do as well so this thread is going to get used.