Work For Dead Men Ch.4 (All are welcomed--02/15/10)

So, did you enjoy your Valentines Day

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[Epic Myth]

MD Westland=Anti-Gary Stu=GOOD


YAY thanks for the comment and yeah I'm not sure if I know anyone whose really, really good at proof reading. I know a lot about tenses its just I'm a little rusty on first person stories.

I'm happy my character is entertaining and reasonable. His abilities are multiple but his true power might, seem uber but its reasonable...very reasonable!

[Ciarlare]

You're welcome. :3 I'd be happy to proofread for you, when I get the time. Maybe next week, when there isn't much to be stressed about. sweatdrop

[Epic Myth]

Cool, just tell me when you're available

[Epic Myth]

Chapter 3--Proofread by Candyde



Back from Intermission

I jogged towards the park, avoiding public areas because of my situation. I was unharmed—in fact, I was healing from my wounds. The bullets that penetrated my body had been pushed out by the body itself. I was not sure how at the time, but I held the small caps of death in my right hand. I thought about the incredibility of my situation. I could heal from bullet wounds without surgery or medical aid. And that girl, how did she throw fire like that?

I had a lot of questions in my mind, but they did nothing to bring down my good mood. I was extremely thrilled, excited by my success and that Western fashion battle. Fourteen bullets in the chamber, fourteen men, and I took down each one of them. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I had killed a man and had hurt a bunch of well-paid guards, and I was delighted, excited, and hungry for more.

I took my time getting to the park, observing the different areas of the city. I was heading back south, away from the Museum, and like time flowing, the wealth and the condition of the areas dwindled. The tall buildings and interesting houses shrank, fading with chipped paint and cracked walls. It got so bad. The sidewalks and streets were abundant with potholes, breaks, and fissures. The walls of homes were broken down by a physical force and left without repair.

I entered an alley and stopped. I stared at a wall of rubble from a demolished building that blocked my path. I looked around, noticing rotten pieces of meat that seemed to have belonged to a person just a little while ago. I took a detour, following the road of body parts carefully. The bones and flesh crunched under my burnt shoes. The deeper I went, the fresher the horror and blood.

Like a pathway to hell, the revulsion grew and so did the blood, guts, and bones strewn all over the place. I knew I should have turned around, should have left there, but I was greatly curious. My descent into bloody inferno led me to masses of bodies, and something far more disturbing beyond it.

I stared into a spidery tunnel made of flesh, skeletons, and bodies. I dared not to flick my tongue in fear of the horrible taste I would receive. The stench of that rotting construction would knock me out. The collections of bodies were glued together upon the walls and across the alley, giving off a tremendous heat. A deep evil rumbled from within the darkness of this tunnel. It was scary how close this area was to the park. I was frightened and I knew well enough that there were some fights better to avoid—for now.

I felt movement and I was gone, or I rather backtracked and circled around. After a few minutes, I walked down the street, and crossed it to reach the other side. I entered down a path, leading into the woody area that was the park. It was like an uncared for forest, a cesspool of a pond in the middle. I walked alone on the stony path, kept aware of anything that moved. That encounter at that alley had me jumpy; even with my superior senses, I didn’t trust anything in the bushes. That burrow of shredded bodies was as wide as the alley and ten feet in height. I wondered what slumbered within it.

It was already night, and the atmosphere of the area was heart wrenching. I was not above fear at that time, from entering a world without a memory of who I was. I could only hold on to the name MD Westland, and that fact itself was daunting. I thought the city was strange with its machines, animal people, mystical beings and flying people, but monsters too?

“This is a weird place, dangerous too,” I chuckled nervously, and at the right time, Benny came out of the shadows.

I had sensed him a second before, but he still found a way to spook me. “So, the job was a success.”

“It went perfect.” I stood cool and collective. He watched me carefully, his eyes black and beady. They shifted from me to the surrounding darkness of the forest. We stood near the bridge of the dirty brown pond.

“Join me on the bridge, kid, I want to talk.” He motioned with his right hand to follow. I obeyed and he led the way to the middle of the bridge. He still wore his greasy suit, and from it, he pulled out a package. He handed it to me. I ripped it open and found my money.

“Three thousand dollars, is this enough to buy me food because I’m starving.” This was a serious question but he laughed as if it was the biggest joke in the world. He slapped against the rail of the bridge and wiped a few of his tears.

“Hell, kid, it’s enough to dine at a five-star restaurant, rent you a place, and buy you some new clothes.” He looked uneasily at my black and burnt rags. His smile disappeared and his shifty scrutiny returned. He eyed me from head to toe, rubbed his mounds of chins to figure out the question that rumbled in his guts. “What the hell happened to you?”

“After I killed the target and dispatched the guards—”

“Dispatch the guards! Damn it, kid! I told you not to go into a freaking massacre, there were like dozens of them!” He raved as he moved about nervously on his stubby legs and small feet.

I sighed, impatiently. “I didn’t kill them, I shot and wounded them. I only had to deal with fourteen and after that I met with a fire-wielding fox girl,” I informed him and he freaked even more.

“A fire user, was she a magician, a witch, or was she holding some weapon or a charm of some type?" He jabbed me with questions and I wasn't sure which was correct.

"I don't know, all I knew was that she was throwing them at me and stuff." I shrugged my shoulders and he turned away and paced across the bridge.

"Probably a young flame magician, those fiery bitches, how the hell are you still alive? You should be incinerated by now!” He was practically yelling now, his globs of saliva rocketing into my face—disgusting.

“That’s what she was? Didn’t know fire wielding was possible, she blew me out the building and set me on fire but I ran away from her just fine.” I was very relieved when those words shut him up. He looked at me with wonder and amazement. Then his shifty scrutiny returned to his eyes.

He leaned towards me, looked around, and whispered. “Okay, so was she an agent?” The taboo made his teeth chatter.

“I don’t know. She was a support for the target.”

He sighed, relieved greatly. “Good, no agent would support that guy. I’m surprised we had to kill him for the bastards.”

“Who are the agents?” This question nagged me for a while now.

He thought about it. “Seriously, kid, are you from Germany?” He shook his head in disbelief.

“I don’t know,” I responded, this time in a different voice. He backed away from me in shock. My voice exactly matched Paul’s—my target—rich and deep southern voice with its smooth and sweet strength. I liked his voice. It sounded professional, cool, laid back and relaxed.

“Okay, so you can change your voice. Who the hell are you, kid?” Benny was bewildered and amazed at the same time.

“I am MD Westland and I don’t know much else about myself than that,” I told him truthfully, and his eyes lit up like Christmas lights. He must have had a brainstorm, an idea that could use my abilities for his benefits. I knew that then and I had allowed it.

“So do you even know how you got here, anything at all?” he asked, interested and more sincere.

“Nope, I woke up under a box in that gutter. You and Tyke were the first I met.”

“Well, kid,” he took out a cigarette and lit it. He sucked in a long drag and blew it out. “Without much of a memory, it would be dangerous if you were on your own.” He chuckled at this.

“True, who knows what, would happen if I didn’t meet up with you,” I replied.

“Then I’ll take good care of you and tell you what you need to know. All I want is for you to work for me and we can make a lot of money together.” His grin was wide and greedy, teeth gnarly and green. He had every nerve to milk money out of me but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the job.

A loud thunderous roar scared us both, snatched us from our clarity and peace. It brought us back to the harshness, the dangers of the world around us. The roar was few blocks away from our location but thunderously strident. I was daunted by the information I received from that roar; it came from a different location from the tunnel. It was possibly another monster of the city. I looked at Benny’s fearful face and questioned him. “What was that?”

“Monsters, MD, they plague this city and areas around it. Hell, you can say that the whole world is filled with them. Many that take the shape of us normal, hard working folks. There are also lots of mysteries, treasures, horrors all around this planet. Hell, the agents even recruit some of these creeps, keeping the hordes of treasures and rare items for themselves. But the specific monsters that plague this city, they come out randomly during the day or night. Anyone found by them, they don’t even have a chance to pray.

“Some say they come from portals from different dimensions. Others say some sorcerer or dark magician brought them here or some ancient treasure was opened and released them.” Benny stopped to breathe. He was in a cold sweat and was deeply scared.

I looked at him and then stared into the darkness as the wind blew and the trees rustled. I looked up. I noticed this area was without electricity and in the distance, the tall skyscrapers lit up and stood out. “Why here, not up in the richer areas?”

“Strangely enough, the damn monsters know to avoid the danger of agents. That’s where they live, in the cleaner and richer area of New Jersey while we’re trapped here among these damn creatures.” Benny grew enraged and was close to a tantrum when another roar different from the first one surprised us again. We looked at each and were on the move to his car.

We got into his rusty pick-up truck and he drove us towards his place. He drove above than the speed limit but I doubted anyone would stop us. On the way, I stared at the outside world, my night vision kicking in. I watched people moved frantically through the darkness. Some banged on the homes of others for a night of sleep and security. Many others were running for their lives, possibly they had nowhere to go. The gutters and alleys were too dangerous to rest in. To stay in one spot without shelter was too dangerous. This many people were without help or protection, what a depressing place.

I sighed from despair. I was about to look away but something small came out from behind a broken down bar, and caught my attention. It was a real, pure and normal Golden Retriever, and I strangely found the dog adorable. The poor guy was without shelter and looked starved. I wanted to stop Benny, get out of the car, and maybe bring the golden guy with me. Before I could utter a word, something—a tentacle maybe—pulled it into the darkness. It yelped, whimpered, then silence followed and we drove on.

This city, this world I lived in. How big was it? How dangerous was it? What adventure was there in this city, out in this country and everywhere around? I was afraid, frightened, worried of the many encounters my line of work could lead me into, but I was thrilled. I wanted to see those terrors, hunt treasures, travel around the world and see it and do more exciting jobs.

I still wondered about those agents, what were they? Were they strong, fast, wise, young, talented, and maybe even super-powered? Could they do things that defy laws and natures? Could they shoot fire, make it rain, fly supersonic speeds, teleport, see the future, breathe under water, turn invisible, make things go boom? Are they heroes, villains, fathers, mothers, professionals, partygoers, and the best of the best? Are they impossible, unbelievable, improbable, a collection of the strangest and greatest? What were these agents, these agents that everybody and the monsters feared?

My questions grew and so did my imagination. I wanted to know many things, but I felt Benny wouldn’t tell me what I wanted to hear. I needed to figure out these things myself. I could feel it, that something in me was unlocked. I wanted to do things in this amazing world. If I had the chance, I would make this big and bad world know me. And maybe, by then, I would know myself too.

If only I knew that this world would know me too well.

…of my life: End of Mission 2

[Epic Myth]

xp

[Ciarlare]

Awesome chapter. :3 MD gets scared. Ohmai.

I think I can proofread the third chapter right now. biggrin

[Ciarlare]

I'm slightly irked that you described the fox girl as a Flame Kitsune.

Cannot.. stand.. Japanese.. in an English story.

[Epic Myth]

thanks a lot for the proof read and your editing. To tell you the truth I'm really happy that I have a loyal critic like you but I do want more crying

Anyway sorry about the name but I'll make sure to come up with something more unique for the characters and their species later on in the story.

If you can once I replace my addition with your proof read can you delete the one you posted. Again thanks alot

Btw, MD is not above fear- yet- he's still a rookie after all.

[Epic Myth]

I edited out the Flame Kitsune thing with this

Quote:

I sighed, impatiently. “I didn’t kill them, I shot and wounded them. I only had to deal with fourteen and after that I met with a fire-wielding fox girl,” I informed him and he freaked even more.

“A fire user, was she a magician, a witch, or was she holding some weapon or a charm of some type?" He jabbed me with questions and I wasn't sure which was correct.

"I don't know, all I knew was that she was throwing them at me and stuff." I shrugged my shoulders and he turned away and paced across the bridge.

"Probably a young flame magician, those fiery bitches, how the hell are you still alive? You should be incinerated by now!” He was practically yelling now, his globs of saliva rocketing into my face—disgusting.

[Ciarlare]

You're welcome. :3

The new edit's awesome. biggrin Deleted my post, by the way.

[Epic Myth]

Chapter 4

Mission 3: You have to be aggressive…

It was January 15, 2031, two days after my first job. During these two days, I’ve spent much of my time in my apartment, west of Dragon Bridge, below China Town. I lived a few neighborhoods from Benny’s place, but I found the distance assuring. I used this time to do some much needed thinking and surveying. The three thousand I earned- suspiciously- whittled away into five hundred. I spent it on this apartment and food to feed my ravaging hunger.

I wasn’t sure about the world of money, based on the rate of how quickly I spent it. I hoped to get a new job soon. At the mean time, I needed info on this world I lived in. I took time to look around and talk with my neighbors. Most of the folks around here were not the nicest bunch.

I didn’t blame them though. The environment we lived in was harsh. Ever since that mishap with that monster burrow, I kept away from the alleys or small spaces. But that didn’t guarantee safety, I learned that yesterday. I was taking a nice stroll around the block, soaking in the rays of the sun for my cold-blooded condition. Suddenly, a bird-like creature of immense size fell from the sky. I had not kept my senses on top alert, so I was caught off guard. It shrieked, fell, and swept up a poor woman from across the street. I shivered when I realized that could have been me.

Since then, I locked myself into my small apartment building. I rested on my bed, staring into the chipped and stained ceiling. I looked around at my distasteful space, a plain two-room apartment with the bed and kitchen in the same room. The bathroom and shower in another.

It was hard to sleep here, my senses kept going haywire. The squeak of a mouse would resound in my head, even though it was two floors below me. The steps of my neighbors, conversations, the outside world, pounded me constantly. Every now and then I do get rest until the couple above me got into an argument.

At times, it was fine, especially with my favorite pass time. That was my next door neighbor- an eye catching cow girl- taking a shower. Each drop of water that landed on her, painted a beautiful picture in my head. I did my best to ignore it sometimes, since both my instinct and erection were hard to handle. Time after time, I stopped myself from breaking down those doors between me and her.

That time came as my neighbor was moving about, stripping, and taking a shower.

“Damn it.” I muttered.

I sat up and swiveled my legs over the edge of my bed. I sat there for a minute as my pants grew tighter. I shook my head and with great concentration my p***s sheathed itself. I stood up and stripped out of my clothes. Took a quick shower and got dressed into some clean clothes, a tank top, jeans, and my Timberland boots.

I was eager to get some fresh air, since I been here for twenty-four hours. Hopefully I wouldn’t be swept up by any monster. Exiting my apartment, I locked the door, turned and bumped into my female interest. I was starting to hate my male hormones but I couldn’t blame them.

The cow-girl, probably in her early-twenties was a foot and a half taller than me. She wore a simple outfit of black sandals, white socked feet, blue tight jeans and a black V-neck sweater.

Since she was seven feet and six inches tall, I found myself at eye level with her gargantuan melons. With our collision, I had a blissful second of my face stuffed into her canyon. We both backed away and she did her best to cover her reddening cheeks with both hands. I on the other hand, fought against the formidable foe in my pants.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz. I wasn’t looking when I turned, can you please forgive me.” She apologized, avoiding eye contact.

“Uh, sure, it’s not a problem at all.” I should have said something better but to make up for it I gave her a snake’s smile.

She looked and blushed even more while I was drawn into her face. She was definitely a cute one, long raven hair, large brown eyes, full plush lips and a heart shaped face. Her body complimented her size completely, a fraction on the thick side but completely shapely and curvy.

A moment of silence had passed, then I realized I had been sizing her up for too long. I glanced up to her face, her thinly white furred cheeks were redder then a cherry.

“Er, sorry, my name’s MD Westland by the way.” I offered to shake her hand but she stared at it like some foreign object.

“I’m Ashantai Muhammad, nice to meet you, MD.” She nodded her head, her hands lowered and fidgeted at her chest. She was low key about it, but I was aware that she was checking me out. With a flick of my tongue, I tasted the different type of odors her body gave off.

Ironically, I regretted it. I tasted a sexually attraction, she was as horny as me. With that in mind, my body responded vigorously.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you but I should go. I have an errand to do and I don’t want to get caught in the dark.” Her voice was shaky and it was easy to tell she didn’t want to leave. Her eyes glanced at the bulge in my pants and swiftly looked away- too slow for me not to notice.

A moment passed and she soon turned away. My body disagreed with letting her walk off and wanted to grab her wrist. I fought to control myself and focused on another subject, a book she dropped on the floor.

“I don’t think you can leave without your book.” I chuckled. She looked back and saw her book on the ground.

“Oh, clumsy me, thank you.” She reached down for it and I did the same.

Find it cliché, but our hands touch. Through contact, I felt an electric shock of information. I looked up and stared into her startled eyes. A second later, she snatched up her book and was quickly walking away. Her body shook, each step flustered and embarrassed. Still bent over, I stared into her lovely a** and my body trembled.

“I hope we talk later.” That was lame and desperate.

I stood up and watched her turn around the corner. There at the hall, I registered the afterglow of what just happened. I looked down at my pants, even the baggy jeans was a tight fit. I leaned against the wall and waited for my annoying friend to go away. At the mean time, I stared at my left hand that grazed against her hand.

She was definitely attracted to me, perhaps since I moved in here. The problem is I didn’t know how to seal in the deal. She was a shy one, a girl that needed to be convinced aggressively maybe. I knew what needed to be done, but didn’t know how. I looked down at the spot the book had laid on and wondered.

A book was a source of information, something I currently needed. So where could I find these informative books. Not about sex advice, but about this world I lived in and its current situations. Many questions had formed in my head since that evening at the park. But out of all of them, one had nagged me for the longest. How did agents come to be?

Now that I thought about it, the name of the place came to me. A library, did they have those types of places around here? Ashantai had a book, probably from a library, so she should know where one was. Eagerly, I bounced off the wall and followed the trail of her alluring body odor. It didn’t sound so bad for me to meet up with her again. The trail led to the elevator, so I swiftly took three flights of stairs to ground level.

The trail led me outside, out in the back of the apartment in a parking lot. I continued on, closing the distance on my slow-moving prey. When I got into hearing distance, I felt duress and fear. I ran around a curb and straight into an alley between a bakery and laundry mat.

There I saw a hilarious sight, a four foot rat person held a tiny knife to Ashantai. She was petrified with both hands up, tears streaming from her eyes. Her quiet sobs caused her mountains to bobble and shift around. The little mugger’s eyes bulged out his sockets, glued into to her breasts. The knife hand shook while the other slowly grasped Ashantai’s flesh. He worked his way up her thigh and towards the butt.

Before he got to his destination of desire, I kicked him across the face. He twisted around on his heels before he fell to the ground. The thug released his weapon and grasped his face. “What the ********!”

I kicked him again, sending him into a pile of trash. “Scram or I’ll break your little neck.”

I glared at his wheezing form and he scurried away. I paid my attention to Ashantai’s pitiable form. Other than her difficulty in breathing, she was practically fine. “Its best you calm down and focus on breathing.”

She looked to me and without a care for regulating her breath, she ran towards me. For a damsel in distress, she was a strong one. She bear-hugged me into her body, I struggled a bit then settled down. I couldn’t really complain since it was a blissful experience. Only problem was lacking air with my head pushed in between her jugs.

After a lovely but short minute, she released me and focused on wiping her tears. From then on, I had to keep control of every fiber of my being. Apparently, I didn’t need a book to tell me on how to seal the deal. At her moment of weakness, the script wrote itself. I could have taken her to my humble abode, comforted her, and enjoyed a long and well deserved night of sex. It was simple, too simple and probably the best opportunity I would have had in a long time.

Unfortunately, I already had a plan. My body groaned in defiance and my mouth nearly slacked on me. “You should head home, Ashantai.”

“Yeah, I should.” Her face turned away from me, her voice solemn but calm. Both my instincts and d**k throbbed, so I ripped my attention away from her to the book lying on the floor- again.

I picked it up and held it to her view. “You were taking this to the library?”

“Yeah I was. I’ll do it some other time then.” Her voice rose up, high spirited now. “Um, thank you for saving my life MD.”

“It’s not a problem, just head home and lock your door. I’ll turn in the book for you if you can tell me where I could find that library.” I offered and she looked at me with a strange scrutiny.

I glanced at the title and read it, placing the pressure back on her. “No love for a Gangster, interesting title for a book. And it’s a romance too.”

I looked up to her face and noticed her trade mark red cheeks. She was extremely embarrassed, her hands fidgeted wildly. I slipped the book into the back of my pants and chuckled a bit.

“It’s an interesting book.” She blurted out.

“I said that, didn’t I? So what type of content in it then, if it’s that interesting?” I swear I wouldn’t be surprised if she were to burst into flames from embarrassment.

“The library, all you have to do is go down this alley and down the street. It’s right there so hard to miss.” Her voice was shaky, her face completely red. She shifted her weight clumsily, nervously and obviously she eyed my body.

I was a specimen worth a look. Every part of my body was only muscle and cuts. With my tight tank top, my abdomen, chest, and arms were available for all to see.

“Well,” I nodded. I looked deep into her eyes and brought in my brazen smile. Her eyes widen, entrapped into my gaze for second. She snapped herself out of it and looked away.

“I’ll be going then.” She walked past me, her body stiff, and her steps small. She carefully moved to the end of the alley, expecting some type of attack. When none came, she looked back at me with a shy and meaningful smile. “Will you be coming back soon?”

“I doubt it. I got some stuff to look up at the library.” I sighed.

“Well, if you’re not busy or anything,” she ran her left hand through her long black hair and shifted her weight around nervously. “If you happen to come by at ten, please knock on my door so I can let you in. I-I want to thank you, p-personally.”

Again, that was too easy.

Going into intermission

[Epic Myth]

You know what...I think I need a more interesting title

[Epic Myth]

"Hired Gun"

"Agency"

"Just A Job"

"Shoot First"

"Last Call For Alcohol"

"Mad World"

"Undisputed"

"Work for Dead Men"



Wait a minute..."Work for Dead Men" That sounds about right.

[Epic Myth]

bump o.o