01-18-2017, 02:46 PM
"Well here we are, now can you please pay up. Last time I dropped off a costumer here, he got beatin up by thugs that even wanted to smash my car and rob me too." said the driver looking back at Jacket.
Jacket nods and pays 50 OM to the gentleman.
"Pleasure doing business with ya heh." said the driver receiving the payment.
The newly prime steps out of the cab but as soon he steps out, the taxi hovers off at great speed and flies in the air towards the exit of the tier. This was a place that Jacket doesn't even like just how murky and dirty this tier is. Buildings weren't even the size of what tier one offered and most of them had to be two or three stories high. Some looked vandalized and had graffiti on the walls that were mixed with gang names also images of people. Windows on the abandoned buildings were boarded having worn out signs saying no trespassing but you know that there are squatters living in there just trying to survive from the poor nature of this tier. Across the street where jacket was standing at was a block of the city with a two story building taking up half of the space. People were littered outside but most of them were alien or fantasy species. Women wear dressed in skanky clothing leaning up against the walls and showing off to men that walked pass by even flirting with them.
In a ally way next to the building was a male weequay being beaten up by three members of the Orc Mafia. The structure was similar to the others with some windows boarded up. It appeared that this construction used to be some office place having an worn out business sign on top of the entrance. A small concrete stairway lead to the front door of the place. A vibe came over Jacket that felt similar to the ones he felt before raiding the mob for the 50 Blessings. He clinches his fist and begins walking across the street that was empty and barely had traffic. The prime comes up on the doorstep and looks to the left then to the right. Before opening the door, he summons his signature chicken mask known as Richard. He puts the mask on hiding his identity which the mask gave an inhuman look for anyone to gaze at. Hiding away the emotions for anyone not to see. A true face of a killer.
Jacket opens the metal door entering a hallway with a small welcome desk on his left where a male member of the Orc Mafia sat at, watching the door which he notices jackets appearance standing in the doorway.
"Ay, you got no right to be here. What are you here for? A costume party? Beat it, creep." said the green looking orc wearing an black business attire with a gold chain necklace around his neck.
Jacket still stands in the door way silently glaring back at the orc with his emotionless mask eyes.
"What are you deaf? I said beat it asshole! I'll come over there and show you what trouble your stepping into. If you don't leave in three seconds." continued the orc in frustration with Jacket.
Still, Jacket is in the same position as before.
"Alright, that's it. Looks like someone doesn't know how to follow instructions." said the green orc getting up which his height is at 6, standing a bit taller then Jacket.
The mobster walks up to Jacket standing in front of him showing off superiority. Before the gangster could do anything to Jacket, the prime reaches out with his right hand grabbing the throat with such force then ripping it out causing shock to the orc's face. No words came out of the orc but choking sounds from his throat being destroyed with blood coming out and couldn't even breath properly. He falls backwards on the ground still grabbing his throat gushing with blood. In a second, the orc dies from trauma and his hands froze in position. A puddle of blood surrounded the head with a disturbed expression. Jacket walks over the body and continues through the facility. His wooden bat get summons in the right bloody hand but by looking back down at the weapon gave him memories of how he obtained this bat. It was from a dead Russian mobster he badly beaten up and smashed his head open like a watermelon.
Jacket walks towards the door at the end of the hallway that lead to more rooms where the Orc Mafia was at. He grips his bat tightly standing at the door. A deep breath is taken under his mask before he starts the slaughter. The door swings open with Jacket standing there seeing that the ground floor was a main office but the middle was cleared out having a couch two more recliner chairs. Four Orc Mafia members sit there with a coffee table in front of them topped with Chems and other drugs. Two were poppin pills while the others were examining a stack of OM that was payed money of their drugs. They look up to see Jacket standing there with a weapon in his hand and wearing the creepy mask. Clubs and metal pipes were lying next to them which they grabbed and stand up in attention ready to attack Jacket. One charges forward at Jacket with his metal pipe high in the air. The masked prime steps out of the doorway and dodges the swinging motion that was aimed upon his head from a left side step.
Suddenly the Orc gets hit by the swing that Jacket did on his head causing blood and bruises on his face. From the harsh swing, The Orc's body drops on the floor with his neck cracked, letting go his weapon. This causes rage to build up on the orcs for what happened to their fellow member. Two more charge at him with melee weapons. Jacket ducks from the swing that was done by one of them and moves back from the other trying to take a hit. The prime aims low on one of the knees of the orcs and hits a knee cap causing the mobster to fall on the ground in pain. Still, Jacket was threatened by the second one. He deflects the club with his bat, holding it with both hands to have control in front of him. Jacket knocks back the gangster making him stumble with his weapon in one hand.
WHAM!
A upwards swung was done on the aggressive mobster's face causing to be badly bruised and bloody, making him fall back on top of the coffee table. The last one standing couldn't believe that his buddies were taken out by one guy with a terrifying mask. Still, determination was filled in the young mobster to take out Jacket. He comes up to Jacket with a swing from his thick metal pole but Jacket steps back away from the swing range. After that move, the prime hits the orc in the stomach so hard with his bat causing the opponent fall to the ground in pain letting his weapon go. Standing over him with the bat raised high, the gangster was frightened for his life.
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
Was the noise that the bat made striking the head repeatedly on the poor young soul. After smashing his head, the face was unrecognizable and turned into just a smashed up bloody meaty mess. Still, the hands were twitching from a cadaveric spasm. The room was now cleared out but now with corpses lying around. Except, there was still one more trying to crawl away from jacket grunting from the broken kneecap. This makes Jacket turn around at the last one that was trying to escape. He walks over to the wounded orc that was groaning and steps on top of his back, causing him to be forced lying on the ground. Stomping occurs on the top of the orc's head. Each stomp was brutal to watch as Jacket starts to break in the skull. After another violent stomp, Jacket crushes the back of the head open making his right bottom part of the leg bloody including his sneaker. A stair case was on the right end of the room leading up to the second floor where more members of the Orc Mafia was at. It wasn't going to be over yet until this whole building is nothing but filled with the bodies of the Orc Mafia.
Jacket nods and pays 50 OM to the gentleman.
"Pleasure doing business with ya heh." said the driver receiving the payment.
The newly prime steps out of the cab but as soon he steps out, the taxi hovers off at great speed and flies in the air towards the exit of the tier. This was a place that Jacket doesn't even like just how murky and dirty this tier is. Buildings weren't even the size of what tier one offered and most of them had to be two or three stories high. Some looked vandalized and had graffiti on the walls that were mixed with gang names also images of people. Windows on the abandoned buildings were boarded having worn out signs saying no trespassing but you know that there are squatters living in there just trying to survive from the poor nature of this tier. Across the street where jacket was standing at was a block of the city with a two story building taking up half of the space. People were littered outside but most of them were alien or fantasy species. Women wear dressed in skanky clothing leaning up against the walls and showing off to men that walked pass by even flirting with them.
In a ally way next to the building was a male weequay being beaten up by three members of the Orc Mafia. The structure was similar to the others with some windows boarded up. It appeared that this construction used to be some office place having an worn out business sign on top of the entrance. A small concrete stairway lead to the front door of the place. A vibe came over Jacket that felt similar to the ones he felt before raiding the mob for the 50 Blessings. He clinches his fist and begins walking across the street that was empty and barely had traffic. The prime comes up on the doorstep and looks to the left then to the right. Before opening the door, he summons his signature chicken mask known as Richard. He puts the mask on hiding his identity which the mask gave an inhuman look for anyone to gaze at. Hiding away the emotions for anyone not to see. A true face of a killer.
Jacket opens the metal door entering a hallway with a small welcome desk on his left where a male member of the Orc Mafia sat at, watching the door which he notices jackets appearance standing in the doorway.
"Ay, you got no right to be here. What are you here for? A costume party? Beat it, creep." said the green looking orc wearing an black business attire with a gold chain necklace around his neck.
Jacket still stands in the door way silently glaring back at the orc with his emotionless mask eyes.
"What are you deaf? I said beat it asshole! I'll come over there and show you what trouble your stepping into. If you don't leave in three seconds." continued the orc in frustration with Jacket.
Still, Jacket is in the same position as before.
"Alright, that's it. Looks like someone doesn't know how to follow instructions." said the green orc getting up which his height is at 6, standing a bit taller then Jacket.
The mobster walks up to Jacket standing in front of him showing off superiority. Before the gangster could do anything to Jacket, the prime reaches out with his right hand grabbing the throat with such force then ripping it out causing shock to the orc's face. No words came out of the orc but choking sounds from his throat being destroyed with blood coming out and couldn't even breath properly. He falls backwards on the ground still grabbing his throat gushing with blood. In a second, the orc dies from trauma and his hands froze in position. A puddle of blood surrounded the head with a disturbed expression. Jacket walks over the body and continues through the facility. His wooden bat get summons in the right bloody hand but by looking back down at the weapon gave him memories of how he obtained this bat. It was from a dead Russian mobster he badly beaten up and smashed his head open like a watermelon.
Jacket walks towards the door at the end of the hallway that lead to more rooms where the Orc Mafia was at. He grips his bat tightly standing at the door. A deep breath is taken under his mask before he starts the slaughter. The door swings open with Jacket standing there seeing that the ground floor was a main office but the middle was cleared out having a couch two more recliner chairs. Four Orc Mafia members sit there with a coffee table in front of them topped with Chems and other drugs. Two were poppin pills while the others were examining a stack of OM that was payed money of their drugs. They look up to see Jacket standing there with a weapon in his hand and wearing the creepy mask. Clubs and metal pipes were lying next to them which they grabbed and stand up in attention ready to attack Jacket. One charges forward at Jacket with his metal pipe high in the air. The masked prime steps out of the doorway and dodges the swinging motion that was aimed upon his head from a left side step.
Suddenly the Orc gets hit by the swing that Jacket did on his head causing blood and bruises on his face. From the harsh swing, The Orc's body drops on the floor with his neck cracked, letting go his weapon. This causes rage to build up on the orcs for what happened to their fellow member. Two more charge at him with melee weapons. Jacket ducks from the swing that was done by one of them and moves back from the other trying to take a hit. The prime aims low on one of the knees of the orcs and hits a knee cap causing the mobster to fall on the ground in pain. Still, Jacket was threatened by the second one. He deflects the club with his bat, holding it with both hands to have control in front of him. Jacket knocks back the gangster making him stumble with his weapon in one hand.
WHAM!
A upwards swung was done on the aggressive mobster's face causing to be badly bruised and bloody, making him fall back on top of the coffee table. The last one standing couldn't believe that his buddies were taken out by one guy with a terrifying mask. Still, determination was filled in the young mobster to take out Jacket. He comes up to Jacket with a swing from his thick metal pole but Jacket steps back away from the swing range. After that move, the prime hits the orc in the stomach so hard with his bat causing the opponent fall to the ground in pain letting his weapon go. Standing over him with the bat raised high, the gangster was frightened for his life.
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!
Was the noise that the bat made striking the head repeatedly on the poor young soul. After smashing his head, the face was unrecognizable and turned into just a smashed up bloody meaty mess. Still, the hands were twitching from a cadaveric spasm. The room was now cleared out but now with corpses lying around. Except, there was still one more trying to crawl away from jacket grunting from the broken kneecap. This makes Jacket turn around at the last one that was trying to escape. He walks over to the wounded orc that was groaning and steps on top of his back, causing him to be forced lying on the ground. Stomping occurs on the top of the orc's head. Each stomp was brutal to watch as Jacket starts to break in the skull. After another violent stomp, Jacket crushes the back of the head open making his right bottom part of the leg bloody including his sneaker. A stair case was on the right end of the room leading up to the second floor where more members of the Orc Mafia was at. It wasn't going to be over yet until this whole building is nothing but filled with the bodies of the Orc Mafia.
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