[Sogemplow]

Mod note: This story is totally NSFW. This means read at your own risk. If this is not something you're interested turn back now.




CHAPTER ONE

The sound of metal on metal filled the room as the bolt on the door was pulled back. The large metal door opened and two people walked in, a nurse with a small cup and a guard carrying a large baton.
The Nurse walked over the the straitjacketed figure sitting cross-legged in the corner of the padded room while the guard stood at the door, ready to pounce is the figure tried to attack.
"Take these." Mumbled the nurse and held the small cup of pills to the figure's mouth.
He open his mouth and let the nurse pour the pills into his mouth.
"Swallow." commanded the nurse, the figure sat there and did nothing, "Swallow." repeated the nurse.
The guard stepped into the room and began walking over the the nurse and the figure.
The figured leaped up and charged, lifting the nurse up on his shoulder and slamming her into the guard before slamming the pair into the wall.
Our Mystery-man then spat out the pills at the pair and walked out of the room.
He entered the corridor and looked around. Moonlight shone in through the windows of the mental asylum and there was no one in sight. The only guard at this time of night was unconscious in his room.
The man walked down the hallway, as he did his sleeve caught on one of the barred windows. He then used the jagged edge of the barred window to cut open his jacket just enough to get one arm free. After undoing the straitjacket he walked back to his room.
He looked at the tangle of limbs on the floor and a bright light caught his eye. The Guard's keys. He would need these. The man took off the guard's belt and fastened it around his own waist. He then left the room again, this time closing and locking the door.
Walking down the hallway in and out of patches of moonlight he grinned.
The man arrived at the door to the ward and used the guard's keys to unlock it. He walked out, once more closing the door behind him.
He walked down the stairs and came out on the ground floor. The guard booth was near the front door, and inside the booth sat the last guard the man would see. The man walked out the side of the corridor, hiding in the shadows until he reached the guard both. He snuck in, baton at the ready and walked right behind the guard.
SMACK
The man brained the guard, knocking him out with one swing from the baton.
The man stood tall and walked to the front doors, opening them he walked out onto a busy street. He walked to a phone booth and put in a reverse charge call.
"Ring, ring."
The person on the other side of the phone picked up, "Hello?"
"Aaron, I'm out." The man said into the phone.
"Its good to hear from you, Mike. I'll come pick you up."

END CHAPATER.


Author's notes;
A little confusing, yes. But even though it was clear who it was, I felt like writing it that way.

This is pooop, I know it is, but it's my first story and I'm hoping that I get better as I write. Plus, it's hard writing when you can't reveal your main character's name until the end of chapter.
Its just an idea I had that I thought I might throw out there.
There will be more.

Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

This post has been edited by Sogemplow: 04 December 2008 - 02:43 PM

[moondragon411]

Hmmm... very interesting... I shall enjoy reading more...

[Suicidal Bunny]

Sogemplow. this good shape up to be really good, but firstly you should separate you paragraph so its not in one bulk.

[Sogemplow]

Uuuh, yeah.


This first chapter was bound to be crap. But I do have a general sort of plan for the story and it does get better.
I'm totally going to do it later, I'm going to the footy in like 30 minutes, its a Saint's game.

[Hadhafang]

Oh this should be good XD

[Vincent]

Good, seems interesting. I wonder if one of the guards was Bucket, or will he come later?

[Charles]

It wasn't that bad soggy. I'm looking forward to seeing more.

[Sogemplow]

CHAPTER TWO

On the screen, a video played. A recording from a CCTV camera. It shower a man, Mike, walking along a street. A 1969 BOSS 429 Mustang pulls up next to Mike and he gets in. The car drives off.
This was all watched by a woman, sitting at her desk in a dark room.
A figure walked over and looked at the screen, "Arthryn, is that Aaron driving?" he asked.
A deadly look crossed Arthryn's face as she reached up and grabbed Tim by the scrotum, "What did I say about talking, Timothy?"
"That I shouldn't do it. FUCK." Tim swore as Arthryn twisted his nuts.
"Shut the fuck up, take it like a man," Arthryn said as she let go of Tim's man-berries, "Mike is out, this is bad news, like really fucking bad news. If he can get enough of his stupid fucking friends together, he could end our reign over this city. Our gang could become just another little fuckstain in the history of this country."
"Chillax babe, we took out the Fratellis didn't we?" Tim winced as Arthryn stuck a small blade into his leg.
"If I wanted a stupid sentence that offered no solution to the problem, I would call Bucket. Try and come up with a new idea."
"Well, Andrew used to be Mike's man. I'm pretty sure Andrew got really pissed at Mike about something before he was committed. We could use that?" Tim suggested, recoiling in case Arthryn once more tried to maim him.
"That's the first half-good idea to come out of your mouth tonight, Tim. There's just so happens to be a problem." Arthryn said before lighting a cigarette.
"And what is that problem?"
"I wasn't done yet, if you interrupt me again, I'll staple your ballsack to your leg. The problem is that Andrew is out to kill us. We are the biggest crime bosses in the city you know?"
"We could buy him off?"
"No, he went straight after they found out about his deal with Mike. I think the only way to do this could hurt us too."
"Oh, and how is that?"
"ONE MORE FUCKING CHANCE, I swear to god, I keep a staple-gun in the left draw. What we have to do is send an anonymous tip, turning Andrew onto ourselves AND Mike."
"Oh, I get it."
"Yeah, send one of those idiots you call minions to do it."



****Meanwhile at Aaron's High-Tech Underground Evil Lair****

Mike walked into the room where Aaron was sitting, polishing a large silver shotgun. The room was empty, save for two high-backed armchairs, a gunrack and a large fireplace.
"Hey, I see you found a change of clothes. You find the shower and pooop?" Aaron asked Mike as Mike sat down.
"Yeah, I fucking love Armani. This stuff is awesome. It makes me feel all sexy."
"Well you sure as hell don't look it. So, you know where our contact is?"
"Nope, but I set up a meeting. He is meeting us at some rundown shack on the outskirts of town."

END CHAPTER.


In my world, everyone swears like sailors.

I would like to point out that it is entirely possible to staple one's ballsack to one's leg. I got very drunk with some friends at a party, and one of my friends did it.

Wait until you see who gets introduced over the next few chapters. Woo!


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This post has been edited by Sogemplow: 04 August 2008 - 07:03 AM

[BeefStew]

Interesting...... MOAR, please.

[Rand]

Hilarious! Do more.

[Anti-Murtagh fan]

Awesome soggy, more please!!!

[Sogemplow]

Alright, this chapter is mainly intros.

Let the record show that I write all of these chapters whilst drinking Pepsi Max. MAXimum taste, no sugar and deep pockets.


CHAPTER THREE

A car pulled up outside a shitty little shack on the outskirts of the city. In the car was Aaron and Mike.
They both got out, both packing a Sig-Sauer 9mm, and walked up to the house. The 1800s looking shack had a very 21st century security system.
Mike looked at the camera and said in a clear voice "Open up, its us."
A buzz came from the door, and the door opened. Mike and Aaron walked into the dark house. The door closed behind and they both looked behind them. When they turned back they saw the glow of a cigarette.
"Michael, Aaron." said the person smoking the cigarette, acknowledging them.
"Hey, I don't believe I know you." Aaron said, inclining his head.
"My name is know by few, you may call me The Duke."
"Oh yeah, wassat mean?" Aaron asked.
"If you were anyone else, you would be dead for that question. It is short for The Duke of Darkness."
"Oh, and wh-" Aaron started before Mike cut across him.
"We need information, and help."
The Duke though for a second, taking a drag on his cigarette, "What information do you need, and how can I help?"
"You're the best out there, we want you to keep an eye out, and kill anyone before they can kill us." Mike said without blinking.
"It will be done, for a price."
Aaron looked at The Duke, "How much?" he asked.
"It is not a question of money, but of title. When you take the country back, I know that is what you aspire to. I want MD, to do what I want with."
"Hey buddy, its our country so you can take your proposition and stick it up your-" Aaron started before Mike cut across.
"There is a limit to what you can do, if it starts affecting us, we will let you know and expect to work through it."
"But of course. Do we have an accord?"
Aaron nodded and Mike replied "We have an accord."
The sound of two cars could be heard outside. Aaron, Mike and The Duke were working through the details and insurance policy when there was a bang and the front door flew open, 5 SAS members and their leader burst through the door, Mike and The Duke were near the back of the room, so were not really effected, but Aaron had gone to look at something of interest near the door. Mike and Aaron both pulled out their Sig Sauers and began firing, The Duke however grabbed Mike by the arm and jumped sideways, just as a row of bullet holes appeared at Mike's old position. Aaron made a dive behind a table but was not so lucky. He got two in the stomach.
Aaron saw the back door open and then close, Mike and The Duke were out. He could either make a break for it and die, or hold the SAS as long as possible, giving Mike a chance to restore the empire. Aaron popped up and shot, hitting one SAS member in the head and the other in the nuts. He disappeared behind the table again as it was assaulted by bullets.
The roar of a 429 Mustang could be heard and Aaron knew that Mike was away.
He checked his mag and saw he had one shot left. He knew who was in charge here, and that's who this bullet was for.
Aaron hid the gun under his leg and waited. A few seconds latter two SAS members came around the side of the table, their guns pointed squarely at Aaron.
Both SAS members stepped aside and lowered their guns, the rest of the SAS came and stood near Aaron's feet. One of them stepped forward and removed his helmet.
"Hey Aaron, how's things?"
"Fuck you Andrew. You can kiss my fucking ass." Aaron replied, spitting at Andrew.
"I'm not going to kiss your ass, however, your cell-mate might make you kiss his." Andrew laughed.
"Fuck you." Aaron said before breaking into a roar and grabbing his gun from under his thigh.
Before he had it half way up he had a bullet lodged in his brain. One of the SAS members just had faster reflexes than Aaron.
"Good reflexes, Moloch," Andrew said before looking at Aaron's (manly)corpse, "That is for sleeping with my wife."
Moloch looked at Andrew and said "Yeah, poor her, she would have hurt for a week after that."
"Shut the fuck up or I'll kill you too. As it is, you've got KP for two weeks," Andrew said before putting his helmet back on and commanding, "Alright, get back in the car, we have shit to do."

END CHAPTER


Yeah, Aaron totally died. It was either him or Mike, and the story is more centred around Mike so....
Wait until you find out what Aaron's insurance plan is. Heeheeheehee.

If I can be BLARGHED, I will write another chapter before I crawl into bed and post it tomorrow. But as it is, I will probably just get drunk and pass out then write something tomorrow or something.

If you can't figure out who The Duke is, you should probably kill yourself.



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This post has been edited by Sogemplow: 04 August 2008 - 07:03 AM

[Suicidal Bunny]

I'm BLARGHING you, so put down another chapter and let us enjoy it. Nice past two chapter by the way,

and I totally get the stapling of the ballsack, happened to a friend of mine, who sadly did in class.

[allera]

Great stuff, Soggy. Ch 2 was hilarious. I condone the drinking of Pepsi Max while you write.

[Sogemplow]

WARNING, THIS CHAPTER IS WHACK, IT WILL MAKE CHILDREN CRY.
PLEASE DON'T READ IT.



CHAPTER FOUR

The two black SAS Land Rovers sped along the highway to the Air Force base. Inside the cars, a lot was happening.
"Is the Hercules prepped?" Andrew asked the man in the passenger seat of the Land Rover he was driving.
"Yes sir. The C-130 is prepped and cleared for take-off"
"Good. Now, Corporal, search the database, find anything to do with 'The Duke', I want to know who he his."
The Corporal typed for a second and then hit the enter key, he sat silent for a second before turning around and saying "Sir, you need to see this."
"What is it?"
"I'll send the file to your PDA." The Corporal hit a few buttons on the keyboard and a few seconds later Andrew's PDA pinged.
Andrew opened up the file;



"Sir, he is on the Pentagon's top ten hired killers list."
"Assassins? What position is he?"
"Yes sir, he is ranked as the most dangerous killer in the world."
"Shit." Andrew swore before reading the rest of the files the Corporal had sent him.
The cars drove into the Air Force Base without challenge and drove over to a C-130 "Hercules". The Private in the passenger seat of the Land Rover in front got out and pressed the button to open the ramp of the plane, both cars drove into the belly while the private waited to close the back after them.
After the Land Rovers had come to a halt, the four remaining SAS, including Andrew, got out of the Land Rovers and set about securing them, two more SAS members and the pilot came out of the cockpit. The SAS members went to helping the others while the pilot walked up to Andrew.
"Welcome back, Andrew." She said as she saluted him.
"Hey Katya, is the plane ready?" Andrew asked turning to see why the private that had gotten out to open the plane was taking so long.
"But of course." She replied, before walking towards the forward door to secure it.
Andrew then turned to see the private walk up the ramp, fully dressed with his facemask up.
"Why the hell are you leaving the ramp open?!" Andrew yelled.
The Private responded by lifting his M16 and opening fire on the unprepared SAS team, killing all of them except Andrew.
Andrew turned and ran to the front of the plane in the hopes that he could get out of the forward door, only to come face to face with a Sig Sauer.
"K-K-Katya?" Andrew stammered as he saw who was behind the gun.
She smiled and then look behind Andrew. Andrew turned to see the Private walking up, now wielding a Remington 870, its silver barrels glinting in the light. The Private had his mask down, now revealing who he was.
"Charles." Katya said, offering a nod in his direction.
Charles nodded back, and Andrew turned around, only to be hit in the side of the head by Katya's pistol. The world faded.

How did Charles get on the plane? See Charles had dropped Mike off at a safehouse and the raced to the Air Base, beating the SAS. They got into the base unchallenged because Charles had killed the guards. He had then hidden his car and hidden in the Hercules' wheel housing, dressed entirely in an SAS uniform that he had, acquired. When the private had gotten out of the car, Charles had made his move. He ran under the plane, and once the cars were in the plane he had jumped out and slit the Private's throat.

Back on the plane Andrew was waking up. He found himself lying on the floor of the plane, unsecured. He got up and looked around, Charles sat on the bonnet of one of the Land Rovers, smoking a cigarette. Katya was in the cockpit, taxiing down the runway.
(Seriously, this part could damage your young, fragile mind)
"What the fuck is going on here?" Andrew asked.
Charles took a drag on his cigarette and commanded "Strip."
"W-what?"
"Strip, as in take off your clothes." Charles said coldly, throwing the still lit butt of his cigarette at Andrew.
"Ow, fuck. Take off all of my clothes?"
"Yes, its not that fucking hard," Charles said, levelling the shotgun at Andrew's head, "Do it now."
Andrew obeyed and took off all of his clothes, standing naked with a gun pointed at him.
Katya walked out of the cockpit, the plane was now on autopilot.
Andrew shot a glance at Katya, which is when Charles took his opportunity, he grabbed Andrew by the neck and threw him so he half lay on the bonnet of the Land Rover. Before Andrew could move Charles shoved the end of the shotgun up Andrew's ass.
"12 gauges of revenge, asshole." he said before firing both barrels at the same time, nearly blowing Andrew in half.
Charles reloaded the shotgun.
"Wow, I didn't expect it to blow out his organs that much." Katya said staring at the body.
Charles turned and fired, Katya never saw it coming.

Charles walked into the cockpit and put the shotgun in the co-pilot's seat, turned the autopilot off and headed for Terra Firma.

END CHAPTER


Hurrah for bloodbaths!

That Remington shotgun? Yes, that is the same gun than Aaron was polishing in Chapter Two.
See, an insurance policy is a plan that is carried out if you are killed. Its pretty much where the employee kills the person who killed you in a certain way.
Fascinating isn't it?

In this chapter, Charles killed about 13 people. Woo!



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