Posted, Its short, simple, and to the point. If the mobsters wont show their selves i'll flush them out, had to take a new approach.
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Corpses hung from the ceiling, by their legs. Blade incisions covered the bodies like an enormous gash. Their tugs had been severed from their mouths, their fingers he stabbed numerously in the fine art of torture. Their backs had been whipped and beat. They had been forced to swallow their teeth, as they were plucked out one by one. Their eye lids had been cut away, causing their pupils to dry up nearly into dust. The room was lit by a backlight, enhancing its gory scene. Ajnin Judithe was in wooden chair, his feet kicked up onto a desk, and in his hand he been cutting an orange with a bloody blade. “Its okay. No one has to speak. I’ll just keep cutting you guys up until someone talks.” Beside him was a metal rolling platform with sever incision tools on it, coated in blood.
It was now definite. He was loosing it. Not just because he needed information, but also because he had misplaced his bottle of pills at the airport. Now, very little could interfere with his determination. A man lay on the ground detained by rope. Like a fish out of the water, the man swiveled around struggling to break loose. Trying to yell past the two lays of duck tape over his mouth. AJ stepped from the chair, and grabbed the mans flapping body. He raised him up to the ceiling as the rope around his hands snagged onto a ceiling hook. It was odd that unlike all the others, this victim was not upside down. It seemed that AJ had better plans for him.
He circled the hanging, naked man. Eyeing his bare body. “So, im going to give you one more chance. Blink twice if you will tell me where I can find ‘The Rock’ and I might not cut off your dick.” The man closed his eyes, not to blink but to prepare for the pain and suffering he was about to go through. AJ rubbed his blade down the mans chest, to his manhood. With his gloved hand he grabbed the penis and slowly began to saw through it with his blade. Not even the duck tape could contain the screech of pain and ache. After completely dismembering the genitals from the body he prepared for an exit.
As he cleared up all of the identification of the victims, he pulled a ringing cellular phone from one of the coat pockets. Forwarding the caller to voicemail he dialed 911. “911 how can we assist you?” “Rock man! You did a nice number on the people in warehouse 98.” Then he hung up, the cops would take the bait, they’d come to the warehouse and find no fingerprints. But they would have a suspect….”The Rock”
It had been a long time, since he had breathed the perplex air. A long time since he had stepped foot into the United States. People from all different ethnicities, filled the airport. Preparing them for a nice long voyage. It felt good to have reached his destination. An eighteen-hour flight from Pakistan was no joke. A medium sized hefty carrying bag was strapped over his shoulder. This had been the first day in a long time, he had been without a single piece of artillery. He had to be careful. He was a wanted man, which was why he had left the U.S. in the first place. He was a felon, and if they caught him the amount of charges would lead to life in prison. Arson, assault, domestic violence, fraud, homicide, kidnapping, robbery, theft, trespassing and etc.
The question was, why would he come here and risk being arrested? Well there is a lot of very important people, with very bad tempers. And people with bad tempers, pay good money. Honestly though, that hadn’t been the only reason he had returned to this shit hole. He did have a few personal motives, such as aiding his old allies Risky and Ruin Cross. But that would have to wait. He needed to find out what had caused so many traumas between the crime lords. He knew whatever was occurring, was serious. The Delarocca and The Gordetzky, families didn’t leave their homes for nothing.
It was unfortunate that his ties with the FBI had been cut, due to his felony charges. The only associates he could possible come in contact was the Delarrocca. Mario, also known as “The Rock”, was the man some people like to call the godfather. Being head of the Italian mafia, Mario, was probably untouchable. At one point of time AJ had been hired to gun down Mario but the job was incomplete. It was impossible, that’s all he could get out of that. However this Gordetzky family that he had heard of was yet to hire him. He knew why. He had murdered several of their associates.
From the airport to the motel room, AJ had learned much. Somebody had murdered the youngest members of these families. That was a big mistake. It was bad enough the bounty that AJ had on his head for murdering the associates of the mob, but to take out one who shared the very same blood. Now that was suicide. Now why would someone want to kill two very important people of two very important groups? He knew exactly why. If this murderer, thought the same way AJ did, then his plan was simple. If both families assassinate each other, then who stands in the way of one of the triumphing gangs to take over? That’s right, nobody.
His trip to the motel room had not been simple. Some low life ass criminals, tried to hi-jack the taxi driver. Not knowing, that there was a living weapon in the backseat that could rip their heads from their shoulders with several swift actions of his hands. He had dislodge their spinal cords in several places, then he had left them with none or very little teeth. The taxi drive had been so grateful that he had offered him to keep his money from the ride. After dropping off his bag of clothes and dressing in jeans and a button up shirt, Ajnin was ready to go order some big guns.
Passing through the busy streets, and a numerous amount of stores he had collided into many old faces. None of them were happy to see him. It was very precarious to walk around without a disguise but he did not want to bring any suspicion to himself. Entering a shop called “Bullet for My Valentine”, the hired gun looked for anything that would come in handy. The first item he bought was a large brief case, in which he stored all the weapons he paid for. It was filled with disassembled pieces of an AK, a shotgun, rifle, and many small handguns. And then he was it. His weapon of choice. A navy seals combat knife. He purchased it and it’s sheathe. Unlike the other weapons, which were hidden in the briefcase, he immediately attached it to his belt.
He proceeded to find the closest hardware store. But unfortunately a Latino gang, thought they were going to mug him because of his casual and unthreatening clothing. That was very bad for them. He could see that the power of gangs had improved since he had left the U.S. He couldn’t help but wonder why he was hiding his weapons, if these thugs were walking around with machetes like they were business cards. It was maybe seven of them, clad in green bandannas. He equipped his blade and prepared for combat. His stance and posture for battle, to them, was funny. Apparently they had never dealt with anyone with skill such as his. He only smiled at them, like children. After all this was going to be like taking candy from a baby.
He swooped down, sweeping them off their feet. And before their bodies had a chance to land, he had already commenced into a spin and slit their throats. Some people screamed, others only ignored it. It’s not that they didn’t care, they simply became numb to death. Anybody would after having to watch it for a century. He quickly left he crime scene, and proceeded into a dark alley. He could hear sirens blare in the distance, motivate him to move even farther away from his massacre. Down in the alley he heard the roar of a motor, as it began to quiet itself. A biker, had left his bike to urinate beside the dumpster. Without hesitation, AJ leapt onto the trash can and flipped off onto the bike. He roared the egine and hit the gas “Asta La Vista Baby”
On tope of the Washington, tourism museum the rogue assassin prepared his equipment. He smashed the clip into the handgun before, stuffing it in the duffle bag. His entire armory was in the bag; the only weapon on his body was the knife strapped to his wait. He tossed the bag, onto the cement. While assorting the grappling hook, he stomped it in the roof, as he grabbed the rope and slid down. Drawing the lighter from his pocket his lights the rope on fire destroying the evidence. He picked up the bag and proceeded to the crowded walkway of pedestrians. They eyed his back, curious of what was in it but of course if anyone saw what was his gear he would simply have to kill them. He is….the judge, the jury, and the executioner. He thought back to two hours ago, he had received a call from a close friend at “the agency.” He remembered every detail he was told. “I need you to keep a lookout for state patrol, kill anyone that gets in his way…. tell him I sent you if he asks.” “No problem. By the way…don’t die again. Cross.” “I’ll try.” The deal was for him to aid, this “titan” in battle.
He stopped at his local bar, approaching the bartender. “666” A code only known between him and this man. He waited several seconds, before the bartender returned, with a wad of money. AJ, shoved it in the bag before, leaving the bar of his former customer. He then hears the sudden sound of chopper, slicing through the fabric of air. He keeps the target locked between his eyes. And watches as only a few block the special ops are released from the copter, he knew that’s where this “Kado” one had to be. Ruin told him to look out for where the most authorities are. He pulled the bag along, while following the helicopter’s path, what seemed to be Kado was a cruel beast tearing at the human agents. What the fuck, was this bastard tamed. Well if Ruin said it would be cool then it would be cool. He found a safe, hidden area for his first strike. He kneeled down beside the tree, and pulled the missile launcher from the bag. He inserted the rocket, and cranked it up before pulling the trigger.
The missile zoomed ferociously towards the helicopter; with an explosion impact so strong it destroyed both copters. He grabbed the small case from the bag and began arranging the pieces, of the sniper snapping every piece in with its corresponding one. He then loaded it, while he scoped for his targets. He fired six consecutive shots, at the men who were blazing fire at the beast. He then saw that they were looking at the direction, these assaults were coming from. Damn. This was supposed to be quick and clean. Six of the militia’s soldiers, moved in on him. He ran towards them war knife in hand, moving in a zigzag position dodging the fired rounds. Finally they stopped to reload, as he sprung into mid air sending an array of kicks at the nearest operative. He then dived behind the other, while pulling back his neck and slicing it with blade as blood poured. Surprisingly his blade was kicked from his hand, this soldier seemed to be skilled in the martial ways. They both went head to head, using maneuvers, a normal combatant wouldn’t be able too. But AJ didn’t play fair, he pulled a wire, from his belt and wrapped it around the man’s neck chocking him to death. He then moved back to his bag, puling the zipper and grabbing his two 44. magnums. He stalked the man, following his every step. He even watched as this "Kado" reigned destruction on the white house lawn. Come on was he nuts? This was far from treason, he was pretty much wiping his own azz with the U.S. government. He continued to a tower, behind the U.S. climbing to it liek a beast in one of AJ classic movies, King Kong. He knew there was about be hell, as he read the embedded words in the wall. "Dark Veritas" He scanned the building, finding thier power box, and ripping apart thier power lines. He just hoped he was on the right side of the fence right now,
“I’ll try.” He hung up the phone and thought out his next move. Like a madman, he decided to move in on the destruction of the Arkham Asylum inmates. These weren’t normal inmates. These were those Batman spent his life putting behind bars. These were killers who were so sadistic they were referred to as the devil’s rejects. Several hours ago he had disposed of his vehicle because he knew it was compromised. He didn’t want to take any chance, in doing a right to erase one of his sins he gave the car to a homeless man who had been begging for money. He then had called up a man who had trained him in the arts of combat, a man known as the living bullet “AJ.” He had asked the man to aid Kado, in battle. He moved into a Harley Davison bike shop, while deciding what vehicle to pick from. “Sir may I assist you?” “I want that!.” He said pointing out the red and black one “and how will you pay for it?” “Bandit style.” “Excuse me sir I believe I misheard you. It sound like you said bandit style.” “You heard me right.”
Ruin, flipped his leg over the bike sending pulses of his mystical energy into the ignition as it started up. Grabbing both bas, and burst through the glass and onto the city street. He then continued towards the Asylum. Before he approached he realized, a man he had driven by was one of the inmates. This wasn’t your every day criminal, The Black Mask was the head of nearly all of Gotham’s organized crimes. Ruin stopped the bike, as the pernicious killer did the same. He stepped off the back drawing both of his loaded desert eagles and aimed them at the crook. “If you come with me now, then might not kill you.” “You dare interfere with my escape. I think we both know between the two of us…I’m the one who’s not afraid to die.” Ruin pulled the trigger but he was to slow, the black mask had already drawn a crane shaped blade and slice it several times across Ruin’s chest, as they turned into large gashes.
The crimson liquid seeped down his chest as he watched criminal try to evade him, on his new Harley. He pressed a button on his watch as it spoke, “Self destruct in 5..4..3..2..1” Boom! He watched as the killer was propelled off the bike and onto the hard cement. With his guns in view he moved to the killer’s fall, but he was no where to be found. The Black Mask emerged from a alley, but not alone there were several other low lives behind him. They tried to surround Ruin with their knives extended. He held his breath for what he was about to do next, he pressed a button on his belt that released a poisonous has. He watched the body of the men tremble as his opponent tried to evade him.