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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Main Nation Ministry » Fri Feb 14, 2020 12:27 am

Nemesis

Nemesis drove almost at a full speed down the empty road in the woods towards the Blue Hills Cemetery. Nemesis saw the gate to the cemetery open, along with the car of what appeared to have belonged to the thugs. Nemesis got out of his car and immediately bolted among the tombstones. "Where the hell are they?" Nemesis thought, as he got out his machete.



"Hang on.." Jed was standing with Victor a good distance away from the tombstones as a thought crossed his mind. "Get your hands away from the detonator. I have an idea." Jed suddenly spook up to Miller, as he was getting out his lighter to light another cigarette. "Jed? What're you doing? We planned on this!" Victor immediately whispered to Jed, as he was starting to head over to the tombstones. "Don't detonate them, yet. I want to do it, because. The explosives are going to be a distraction for him."
"Wait? Jed! This is my plan! We going to blow it up!"
"We will blow it up!" Jed said, as he got out a large revolver from his holster. "But I want to kill him myself to make sure that the Wilson bloodline is erased permanently! My personal double tap! Just keep your trigger finger off of the remote!" Jed told him, as he was starting to head to look for Nemesis, as he wanted to put a fine bullet into his head.



Nemesis looked around the rows of tombstones for his own last name to see where his family and friends were buried. However, he got his answer when he heard a gunshot from behind him, as a bullet managed to hit his left arm. "GAHHH!" Nemesis immediately ducked behind a large tombstone, as Jed was aiming his revolver directly at where Nemesis was hiding at. "Come on out, Jake! I wanted to be the one who killed the soldier boy! I promise I wouldn't miss this time!" Jed screamed at him, taunting him as he was slowly walking with his revolver ready to blow off Nemesis's head. "What's the matter, Jake? Scared? You better fucking be, you smiley freak! I know about what you been doing to my men! I'm guessing you came to me now, since Bill is dead! I will not forgive you for killing my own men, Jake!"

Suddenly, Nemesis immediately got out of cover to toss something small and shiny at Jed. It immediately struck him into his upper breast area, where it tore into a muscle. Jed screamed in pain, as Nemesis, using some quick thinking had threw a shuriken-like steel weapon at Jed. "Motherfuc-.. Hey, Jake! Come over here! I got something to show ya!" Jed yelled at him, as he fired his revolver again at Nemesis, before stepping back to run to the Wilson tombstones. "Hey Hackaway! Get your ass back here! I knew you weren't going to play fair! I made sure to not give your men a chance, because they were already planning on not giving me a chance!" Nemesis taunted him back, as he made sure to use the graves as cover, as Nemesis got out more steel projectiles to toss at Jed.

When Jed managed to get near the tombstones, he didn't realize the true potential and power the explosives actually were. "Alright, Miller! Blow them up! You see this, Jake?! This is your family's grave! We didn't know if you wanted a cremation, but we giving them out to your family, Jake!" Jed screamed to Nemesis, as Miller was getting the remote ready. "Alright, let's-" Miller tried to press the button, but nothing happened to the bombs. "The fuck? Come on!" Miller said pressing the button on the remote, but there was no response. Back at the graves, Nemesis had cornered Jed, where he pulled out another shuriken, ready to toss at Jed's gun arm. "You're out of your minds. Don't you even date.." Nemesis ominously told Jed, who just stood there with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Jake.. You going after me first, because you think I was the one who killed most of your family?" Jed said, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm going to kill Colemont and all of your other higher ups. That's final.."
"Jake! I'm not the one who shot up your daughter and that brother of yours who had that son named Carl! You already killed Gary back at his house."
"Right.. What if I told you that I never laid a finger on the knife that killed Gary? What if I told you that someone else killed him for me?" Nemesis immediately told Jed, where he knew what Nemesis was trying to pull.

"Hey, Jake! Guess what I can still do!" Jed walked over to Mary Wilson's grave, where he examined it. "She probably was a good wife, wasn't she?"
"Get away from her grave right now!" Nemesis was about to pounce on Jed, but he had the revolver drawn on him. In a moment of pissing Nemesis off, Jed spat out his cigarette and some specks of saliva onto where Mary was buried. Then, Jed immediately kicked the letters on the tombstone. Mary Wilson on the tombstone ended up reading Ary Wilson. That was when Nemesis noticed the bombs.

"What are your bombs going to achieve Jed?! You're crazy on using bombs like these on my family!"
"If Miller can't get the fucking detonator to work, I wouldn't have to deal with waiting for them to blow up!" Jed insulted Miller, as he was desperately fumbling with the remote to get the bombs to explode.
"Jed.. I recommend that you don't have your friend do that.."
"Why not, Jake?" Jed flashed a smile, until Nemesis's reply shattered it with some realization.

Nemesis had some explosive training and knowledge of some type of I.E.D's that were going to be in the battlefield. At the battlefield, he was able to identify what bombs were powerful enough to blow a giant hole in the ground. Normally, if Miller wanted to blow up the graves and the tombstones, he could have used a small chuck of explosive, such as a pipe bomb. However, the bombs that Miller were using were the real deal. Not simple fireworks either. These were the types of explosives that were used to demolishing old buildings. With a whole bunch of explosives like these next to each other, it could almost level out the whole area and even possibly start a forest fire, if the right type of fuel source is nearby. Jed was practically next to death itself.

"Because your friend Miller is going to kill us all!" Nemesis immediately started to run away, where Jed tried to shoot Nemesis. In a sudden twist of luck, Jed was so caught up in trying to blow off Nemesis's head, that he forgot to reload his gun. Back at the safe zone, Miller managed to get the remote to work. A simple green glow on top of the remote was enough to let Miller know that the remote and explosives were armed. The moment Miller pressed down on the button, everyone saw white.

click

BOOM!!!!!!!!

The next thing that Jed knew, he was flying. The force of the explosion had sent him flying into the air as a giant cloud of dirt was covering the whole cemetery. It didn't take long for Jed to feel pain, until he ended up crashing through the roof of an utility shed, where some gardening tools were kept inside. The moment Jed went through the roof into the shed, he let out a scream of pain as his whole body felt like it was on fire. Jed immediately became the luckiest and unluckiest man to live. Nemesis ended up rolling down the path, as the explosion knocked him off his feet. Nemesis was in the ground, feeling the pain in his left arm and a wound on the back of his leg. He looked up as he realized that the explosion gotten rid part of his mask, as his right eye was exposed, showing burnt tissue from a 3rd degree burn from the Wilson massacre he was a part of.

He looked around to see that the explosion had made a huge crater into the cemetery. He can't really get mad at Jed. It looked like he didn't survive the explosion from Nemesis's view. He did wanted that scumbag's stupid fedora as a trophy, though. It wasn't until Nemesis noticed that an arm went flying down by him was when he saw the true scope of the damage. The explosion managed to destroy a lot of other people's graves. Some other body parts were falling down all over the cemetery. "Shit.. I got to get back to the mill.." Nemesis started to head back, however he noticed something loud coming from one of the utility sheds. It was banging at first, until Nemesis heard the rev of a chainsaw. The doors of the shed were forced open, as Nemesis started to get scared himself at what he saw.

Jed was alive. However, he was a mess. He was bleeding from a lot of wounds and cuts. His fedora was gone, probably lost from Jed. His lips were torn as a crazed pissed off smile appeared on his face. Some fingers were missing, as he held a large chainsaw in his hands. Jed revved up the chainsaw, as Nemesis immediately got his machete. "For real, Jed.."
"I'm going to fucking decapitate you and do the same for everyone! Victor Miller is on the top of my list now and I'm not letting you kill him, first!" Jed screamed, like a maniac as he charged forward with the chainsaw to Nemesis.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Fri Feb 14, 2020 5:18 am

Victor Miller

Victor Miller’s world was engulfed in smoke and debris. He struggled to breath because he had swallowed a whole mouthful of dirt and debris. The air was thick with ashes.

Earlier when he had pressed the remote from over the hill, he had witnessed a massive explosion being ignited before being literally blown over the hill… still holding the detonator and everything.

Victor was in a world of pain and shock. The landing had been rough and now he couldn’t see a thing.

HOLY HELL… I… I don’t understand… H… HOW?!

The bombs were supposed to be low yield. LOW YIELD.

Welker gave me assurances. THE BASTARD!

I…I’ve been HAD SOMEHOW!

When enough of the smoke finally cleared, Victor witnessed a scene from hell. The explosion had transformed the cemetery on a fundamental level; it had been literally RAZED. The whole place was ravaged. Trees were literally on fire, seemingly all the tombs had been desecrated… piles of marble… and…. and BODY PARTS were on the floor.

For a brief but horrific moment, bits and pieces of corpses rained down from the skies. Victor screamed out as a severed leg landed with a nasty splat right in front of his face; at first he thought it was a giant white worm.

Victor stood up, his dirty hands clawing some more earth along the way. If he could see himself in the mirror now, his entire face and clothes were black and filthy with powder and earth.

Victor froze when he saw him: WILSON.

Against the backdrop of the partially flame-engulfed church and the rising smoke… Wilson appeared to Victor as if a demon of vengeance.

Victor wasn’t even sure if Jake saw him or not. Jake stood at an angle, his suit heavily damaged but somehow still intact, his face, covered with gruesome third-degree burns partly exposed, the smiling mask partly damaged.

Yet he stood there somehow, seeming to be in no pain, as if kept alive by a force from the depths.

How the hell did he survive the blast?! HOW?!

Victor Miller felt a chill, cold as ice, run down his spine. As he stood there, he trembled, not even going for his gun (he couldn’t anyways, it had been blown out of his jacket during the blast).

Jake walked forward slightly, his movement slightly stilted, his gruesome head jerked forward slightly.

Victor was startled but then he realised that Jake was walking into another direction.

Then he heard it… a visceral, inhuman roar. It seemed to echo across the entire cemetery.

At first Victor thought that vengeful spirits from the devastated graves had risen up. Then he realized… IT WAS JED HACKAWAY!

Hackaway came bursting out of a burning shed to face off against Nemesis.

Jed was alive. However, he was a mess. He was bleeding from a lot of wounds and cuts. His fedora was gone, probably lost from the blast. His lips were torn as a crazed pissed off smile appeared on his face. Some fingers were missing, as he held a large chainsaw in his hands. Jed revved up the chainsaw as Nemesis got his machete.


What? Him… Him too?!

Victor backed away slightly, he nearly tripped over; he was extremely disturbed by the appearance of the two combatants.

The two hideous opponents faced each other from across the graveyard. The backdrop: a sea of razed marbles, smoking buildings in the back, orange flames... even the sky itself looked infected and contaminated somehow. Something unholy was about to occur... and Victor wanted no part in this. Especially when Jed said:

I'm going to fucking decapitate you and do the same for everyone! Victor Miller is on the top of my list now and I'm not letting you kill him, first!"...


Wait… WHAT?!

Okay… No… just no. Yeah that’s it. I’m out. HOPE YOU BOTH DIE!

As Jed charged at Nemesis, chainsaw in hand, Victor Miller ran for his life, still awkwardly holding the useless detonator.

The black-haired youth turned around and dog-tailed for the hills, his intended destination the escape truck. However, he messed up and tripped over a large piece of marble. He made the grave mistake of crying out in pain as he did so.

OH SHIT!

He nearly pissed himself as he fell facedown against the earth. Crawling in terror amongst the earth and past severed hands and a charred torso… he turned around to see if he had been noticed.

SWEET MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE-
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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Mon Feb 17, 2020 9:21 pm

Nemesis

It was raining fire and embers from where Nemesis was standing. The explosion had rocked the whole cemetery, where some debris managed to get the church nearby on fire. It wasn't until Victor stumbled was when Nemesis noticed him.

Oh, you little sh-

It wasn't until the heavy rev of the chainsaw snapped Nemesis back to his senses, as Jed charged forward with his chainsaw. He jumped back, as Hackaway tried to take a swing from him. Nemesis raised his blade in a defensive stance, as Jed gotten his chainsaw ready. Nemesis analyzed Hackaway carefully, as he knew a counter would help him in this type of situation. The air tensed, as Nemesis remembered the new wounds on his shoulder. In front of him was a man who is hellbent on killing him, unlike Nemesis who is hellbent on killing those who wronged him.

It was a duel against someone who didn't show remorse.

Jed charged forward again where he tried to decapitate Nemesis with the chainsaw, but this time Nemesis ducked and managed to swing his machete into Jed's leg, slashing over his shin. Nemesis rolled, where Jed charged again as Nemesis took a sidestep and thrusted his blade into the side of Jed. It wasn't until Jed Hackaway managed to get the upperhead by sending a kick towards Nemesis's chin with his most undamaged leg, where Nemesis ended up on the ground. With his machete, he tried to break the chain of the chainsaw by holding it against the machete. However, the chainsaw was starting to cut through it, like wood on a table saw. "Shit!" "Got you now!" Jed yelled at Nemesis in a deranged manner, as he was raised his chainsaw into the air with a loud rev, planning on ripping open Nemesis's head with the chainsaw.

Think. THINK!

Nemesis managed to come up with something in a split second. With a split second, he managed to roll to the side, where the chainsaw was still revving towards him, as it was cutting into the burnt grass. Since Nemesis knew that no one was going to play fair, he had something hidden behind his back. A small dagger-like knife stashed behind him. With his right hand, he reached behind him for his dagger, where with a swift strike to Jed's other leg, he managed to stun Jed for a dagger, before Nemesis immediately angled the blade for an upward motion to Jed's chin. A dripping line of blood came from Jed's chin wound, as Jed dropped the chainsaw to use both hands to clutch at his chin. Jed couldn't speak words, as blood for entering his mouth, as Nemesis gotten the chainsaw, as Hackaway kneeled to the ground. With a heavy rev, Nemesis could paint a target on Jed's back to put where to use the chainsaw.

Sending the chainsaw into Jed Hackaway's back, Jed's spine was obliterated from the long bar of the chainsaw, as it exited through his chest. By that point, most of Jed's organs were shredded from the inside. With the rest of Nemesis's strength, he raised the chainsaw upwards, as the chainsaw shredded through Jed's left shoulder, partially slicing him into two. Finally.. Jed Hackaway was dead. The last of the Violet Cloth Army's death squad was dead. Nemesis threw down the chainsaw and observed what was left of Jed Hackaway. Nemesis made sure to check his pockets for anything of importance. Some more intel to use to hunt down the remainder of the top of the VGA.

Nemesis found what appeared to be a small folded memo in Jed's coat pocket. He didn't have any time to read it, as he heard sirens nearby. Victor Miller had already managed to get in the car to speed out of the cemetery, while several fire trucks passed by him. Victor didn't take a look and consider the possibility that they might have came from St. Quentin. Nemesis knew the whole town was wondering what was happening at the cemetery, as he decided to grab Jed's idiotic fedora of his. Not as a trophy, but more of a future threat. With the remainder of his energy, Nemesis started to head away from the sounds of the sirens, as he managed to head into parts of the woods that weren't starting to burn from the explosion.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Wed Feb 26, 2020 4:59 am

Victor Miller

For the briefest of moments, as Victor turned around on the earth, Jake Wilson locked eyes with him. His visage was a horrific sight to behold, the cracked and damaged mask showing the charred, deformed, skin underneath. His eyes bloodshot and glaring out at him.

Victor Miller nearly pissed himself.

Thankfully for Victor, Wilson turned around and soon had to contend with the chainsaw-wielding death captain.

Miller wasted no time. He got up and sprinted for his life back to the pickup truck. He made it. He opened the door and leapt inside. As he fumbled around with the ignition, he could hear the revving sounds of the chainsaws echoing in the distance.

START UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

Finally, he got it to work. The truck started properly as he slammed down on the accelerator. The vehicle sped away, carrying him safely away from the monsters and the desecrated cemetery.

This is bad… this is SO VERY BAD…

Victor tried to compose his thoughts as his heart raced so fast it might burst. He nearly crashed into another car as he turned suddenly, the wheels screeching against the road.

The best case scenario was for Jake and Jed kill each other… He didn’t like the sound of Jed’s threats against him.

Hell I’ve been HAD! What was WRONG with those bombs! I fucked up!

Victor could STILL hear the ringing of the blasts in his ear. It was bad. He hoped his hearing had not suffered permanent injury.

The first thing to do is to get back to the Mansion and put as much distance as I can between these monsters and me!

Victor calculated his options. However, is thoughts were interrupted as his phone began to ring and beep ceaselessly.

Not… NOT NOW YOU STUPID BITCH!




Colemont Mansion

Penny Colemont


Penny was in a conversation with Loyalham on the phone. Things had turned to hell; everything was crumbling.

“WHAT… WHAT DO YOU MEAN JED IS DEAD TOO?!” she screamed into the phone, unable to control her panic anymore.

J… Jed… No… It… it can’t be…

“H… HOW?! I… I don’t UNDERSTAND!”

Penny’s eyes were wide open with shock and terror. Jake Wilson had struck again, and this time he had struck out HUGE. Three kills in one night. Penny Colemont’s greatest weapon, captain Jed Hackaway, gone just like that.

And… and my Victor… is… is he…?

“I… what do you mean turn on the TV? What do you mean by this? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS?!”

The young woman set the phone down. She walked over by the cackling fireplace as she picked up a remote and turned on the large television set against the wall.

"Explosions shake up the Blue Hills Cemetary… The authorities have confirmed that the fires have spread to the nearby forest. Firefighters are now rushing-"

“NOOOOO!!!!” she shrieked out.

In a moment of pure, unadulterated rage, she turned and hurled the remote control across the room.

CRACK!

There was a loud crack as part of the large gilded mirror in the room cracked and nearly shattered.

Trembling with rage, the woman grabbed, clawed and tore at her short blue hair. She screeched in anger like a damaged animal.

At this point, Jacob Fairs rushed into the room, Nadya Ivinov was not far behind.

“Miss Colemont, are you-“ the servant began as he approached.

“GO FUCK YOURSELF!” she screamed at them.




Victor Miller

Victor Miller finally arrived at the mansion. He stepped out of the truck and strolled past the gardens up to the handsome estate. He had tried his best to clean himself up however his dark, aristocratic clothes were still filthy with dirt and ashe. His hair was a genuine mess and his face was literally darkened considerably.

“What the hell happened to you?” one of the guards called out from outside.

Victor ignored him and pressed forwad. He unlocked the large mahogany doors and stepped inside.

“Mr. Miller,” Jacob said, rushing down a flight of stairs immedaitely to greet him. “Miss Colemont has been looking for-“

Victor rudely raised a finger into the air as he kept walking forward. “SHUSH!” he said. “Not a word servant.”

He strolled past Jacob, his boots clunked against the stairs as he mounted them; he walked past several authentic Beksinskis which hung on the walls, the Polish “Nightmare Painter” was a favorite of Penny Colemont.

Fucking GHASTLY things… why does he have to paint these scary things?

He was completely not in the mood because these dreadful humanoids, skulls, and surrealist imagery reminded him of Jake Wilson just a bit too much.

He walked past a row of red carpets, made a few turns; finally, he was at the command center.

The door was guarded by Nadya Ivinov herself in her ridiculous Soviet outfit and cap; in these troubled times, the Russian bodyguard was now holding and propping up a sawed-off shotgun; this was in addition to her holstered pistol. Nadya stepped aside to allow him in, however, she could not resist smirking at his new appearance. Her mean, dark eyes seemed to be saying:

"My my… I knew this day would come."

Victor was annoyed but he had bigger problems to worry about now. He knocked. Then he opened the door and stepped in to see the Leader herself.




The first thing Victor saw as he entered was the blue-haired woman standing with her back to him; she seemed to be contemplating the flames in the fireplace.

“P… Penny my dear-“ he began.

“You made it,” she said coldly. She turned around and faced him, her unnaturally pale, doll-like face was a visage of pure wrath; her hands were balled into fists.

“You did this,” she said with considerable venom.

The television was on, though now completely muted, it was still broadcasting the efforts of the firefighters to clean up all the mess.

“The… the bombs were wrong,” Victor said. “I… I’ve been HAD. The sold me the wrong types-“

“You told me the explosion would be contained,” she interrupted him. “Does this look contained to you?”

Victor said nothing.

Penny walked forward slightly. “The people of Blue Hills love their cemetary. It’s a place of community and tradition. You’ve destroyed this. Now… now the people will turn against us.”

In an effort to calm her down, Victor said gently. “We… we can contain this-“

“YOU DESECRATED THE WHOLE CEMETARY!” she screamed in his face. “YOU BOMBED THE ENTIRE THING! That… THAT IS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO DOWN!”

Victor was a bit confused. Why was she so upset? The cemetary, who cares? The people of Blue Hills could be superstitious but surely they could get over this. And its not like Alice Colemont was buried there.

Penny Colemont turned away. While surveying the flames with her eyes, she said:

“Jed Hackaway is dead. They found him… what’s left of him.”

OH SHIT…

“I was there with him,” Victor said, trying to salvage the situation. “I tried to take him down 1 on 1. Then Jed and I shot at him with guns until-“

“Until you ran from the cemetary like a true coward,” she said, still not turning around. “Without Jed, we are crippled.”

“It’s a setback, I can’t underplay that but… but we can still-“ Victor began but Penny cut right across, seemingly immersed in the flames and not paying much attention.

“The Violet Cloth Army rules Blue Hills with terror,” she said. “Without Jed, I may not be able to control all the crazies anymore. Something beautiful has been stained, maimed, damaged.”

Then she said words which sent a shiver down Victor’s spine.

“I should never have listened to you,” she said. “Loyalham and Nadya were right. You are a bad apple. A stain on this earth. You… you’ve been using me.”

“That is NOT FAIR!” Victor spoke up, trying to hide the urgency in his tone. “I can still bring you Jake Wil-“

Penny turned around. Victor backed off slightly.

“I let you into this house and I let you touch me,” she said. “Now you've poisoned the whole thing.”

Victor was speechless. He turned around slightly and found that somehow, Nadya Ivinov had entered the room, without him noticing at all; it was almost as if she was prepared to grab him.

Victor was terrified but now was not the moment to show fear.

“Penny my dearest,” he said to her. “I am the only man who can give you what you want.”

“Then HEAR THIS,” Penny said, her eyes flashing with anger. He walked over to her desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a loaded revolver.

“WHAT… WHAT IS THIS?!” Victor cried out.

Penny walked forward, pointing the revolver straight at him; her gaze was murderous.

“You’re going to leave town,” she said coldly. “And you’re never going to return. If you so much as show your face here again, I will kill you myself. THAT'S A PROMISE.”

Victor wanted to protest. It wasn’t fair. What about HIS PLAN?! However, the woman was so unstable she might very well shoot him so he had no choice.

Without speaking another word, he backed off, turned around, and rushed out of the room and out of sight.

“I’ll make sure he leaves,” Nadya said as she turned to follow.

Penny lowered her revolver as she was left alone in the office. Her heart was throbbing with pain and she derived no satisfaction from this moment. But it had to be done.




Jacob Fairs

Jacob and Nadya followed Victor, he was leaving; Nadya seemed eager to accelerate the process. The Russian woman was aiming her shotgun at him the whole way and kept saying:

“You heard her… get out. Get… out.”

“Alright alright I’m leaving CHILL OUT!” Victor said impatiently. “What are you going to do, shoot me off with that thing?”

“I’d do without hesitation if ordered to.”

Soon, the oppertunistic Victor was out of the door and on his way to his vehicle. Nadya followed.

“I’ll see to it,” she said to Jacob, “I handle the rest. You stay.”

Keeping her sawed-off shotgun trained on Victor, Nadya followed him out into the night.

Jacob had to do his very best to control his temptation to burst out laughing. During the entire evening, he had felt a rising, unwholesome enjoyment at the proceedings. He couldn’t help but root for the underdog rebel, and now it seemed, that the underdog rebel might actually win. Jake Wilson was slowly starting to become more than just a man, he was becoming a symbol…

This is the beginning. This is how all tyrants fall…

Jed was gone. This was a turning point surely. He didn’t dare to dream before but now he was getting a bit giddy. If Penny Colemont went down, he would be free from the tyranny at last. There was opportunity here, maybe it was time to make a few plays himself. But he had to be careful, really, really careful.




Victor Miller

Victor Miller unlocked the door to his seaside bungalow as he stepped inside the place. It was a huge step down from the Mansion.

You filthy whore queen…

He could not believe it. He had literally been so close. Second-in-command, the mariage was coming up. He HAD HER. And now he was out of the whole game.

Victor walked over, grabbed a bottle of liquor from the mantle, and sat himself down. He opened and began to pour very aggressively into his mouth.

The piece of shit Jon Loyalham is going to steal my plan now and take all credit. It was the most BRILLIANT plan ever and now I won’t get to see any profit-

Victor became consumed in dark, dreadful thoughts. He spent the entire night giggling and speaking to himself like a madman. Still covered in filth and dust, he opened bottle after bottle. For good measure, he even went back to the drugs that he had sworn off.

As Victor’s head spun, his thoughts became mixed up with the ringing sounds of the graveyard explosion, hallucinations of the falling embers, Jake Wilson’s death stare, the demons were rising up from the grounds and Victor Miller grew scared.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!!! A HAHAHA!”




Over the next few days, Penny Colemont and Jon Loyalham worked tirelessly to try and contain the rising problems.

A small but growing protest movement had emerged and it had to be treated carefully. The people, rallying behind several Christian churches, demanded an investigation into government corruption, the graveyard bombings, and to look into decades of Violet Cloth Army criminal activity.

Loyalham worked with the government on trying to create a narrative where a deranged Jake Wilson destroyed the entire cemetery, but the public wasn’t buying it. Government personnel from out of state were now asking questions.

To make matters worse, Jed Hackaway’s death became widely known in the underworld. Other gangs, sensing weakness in the Violet Cloth Army, began to slowly squeeze their way into the formerly “clean” state. Loyalham’s people were now working overtime, spreading out and trying to contain the damage. There had already been a number of shootouts.




Penny Colemont

She was walking through the tall grass leading up to the Wilson residence wearing a pair of violet boots, hunting rifle in hand. She was surrounded by her powerful and perfect death squad.

Jed and Nadya led the way; Gary Steel and the others were there too… and her precious Prince, tall and handsome.

“When they die,” Victor said. “It will be beautiful.”

He reached out and grabbed her hand; Penny felt a rising excitement.

They kept walking. The house was there, but there was no one in the yard. The BBQ was still roasting, all the tables and the chairs were there, the signs, the confetti, the trampoline…

NO ONE. Where did the Wilsons go?

Penny blinked. She raised and aimed her rifle.

“Where… where did they go?” she asked.

Suddenly, a loud, unatural, demonic moan rang out from the very structure of the Wilson house itself.

The house began to stretch upwards… twisting into a strange stretchy substance as it suddenly rose up high into the sky… a tall, disgusting, column. As it did to, the house continued to moan and wail.

Behind her, Alan York fell down briefly. Jed and Nadya pointed their weapons at the monstous house.

“What… WHAT IS HAPPENING?” Penny cried out in terror.

The ground began to shake. From all around Penny Colemont, a series of screams rang out.

She turned and saw it: the entire death squad, Victor, and Nadya were all set on fire from head to toe… set ablaze by hell fire. They screamed as they ran around, trying to shake off the all-consuming flames that were eating away at their flesh.

Penny could do nothing, she backed away in terror.

The burning form of her boyfriend ran towards her. Penny instinctively raised her rifle and fired.

BANG!

The bullet struck Victor… his burning corpse hit the floor, inches away from where a terrified Penny stood. The others continued to burn and roll around on the shaking earth.

Shocked at what she had done, Penny dropped her rifle unto the lawn; she looked for a way out, but for some reason she couldn’t run at all, her boots were rooted to the earth.

The scenary changed suddenly…

Total darkness. Total silence.

“H… hello?” she called out. “Can… can anyone hear me?”

She regained her visibility.

She stood in the middle of a Vermont forest, pine trees were everywhere. It was nightfall. The air was cold and the moon was full. Penny saw a rising fire in the distance.

A campfire?

Her heart racing, she approached, walking past legions of tall trees on either side, crossing a log to move past a river.

Finally, she got there.

There was a clearing and a campfire.

THE WILSONS.

They faced her, their faces expressionless and their gruesome bodies riddled with bullet holes, their clothes bloodied… the effects of the Violet Cloth Army’s infamous Double Tap were everywhere. Everyone had at least one noticeable hole through the head.

There was the elderly Terence, leaning on his prosthetics. The grandmother Clara.

Stanley was there, so was his son Carl, the one who killed Alice.

Then there were the children: Abigail, Kenneth, Paul, Simon. The odd aunts: Dolores, Larissa. The distant relatives.

And of course… Jake Wilson and his wife Mary. Jake’s face… it was burned, gruesomely covered by third degree burns, wrinkled and twisted… his eyes were PURE MALICE.

They stood there, facing her, without saying a word, they cursed her, they condemned her, they sentenced her.

Penny Colemont trembled from head to toe. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her fate had been decided.

The Wilsons walked towards her, the effects of the bonfire casting a creepy orange glow on their scarred, dreadful bodies. The children were going to get to her first.

“Get… GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAKS!” Penny screamed helplessly. “GET AWAY! NO!”

She was overwhelmed and pushed down to the floor. The children were the first to attack but soon, the others followed. They grabbed and tore at her, forming a mountain of moving, rotting flesh over her.

She screamed into the night:

“NO! … NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”





Penny woke up from her nightmare. She was breathless and her entire form was covered with sweat, her blankets were soaked. She wiped her forehead.

Oh my God NOT AGAIN.

It took her several seconds to calm herself. Yet another nightmare. They had been growing more vivid, more dreadful, more real over the nights… ever since the cemetery bombing.

Something had morphed. Gone rotten. Gone wrong.

Penny couldn’t believe it.

She turned around in her bed and noted the empty space next to her.

No more Victor. She was already starting to regret it. He was irepleaceable. Now she had to deal with this alone. She needed to get him back. But that would come after.

First… the Jake Wilson problem.

In the darkness of the room, the young woman grew increasingly angry. He had no right to come back from the dead. NO RIGHT.

NO RIGHT!

This is my town, my world, my empire. I… I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!


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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Main Nation Ministry » Sun Mar 01, 2020 12:18 am

Jon Loyalham

Jon Loyalham couldn't sleep. After what Miller pulled off at the Blue Hills cemetery, it had been a mess for the couple of days of pissed townsfolk and suspicious law enforcement. The moment the explosion occurred, Loyalham was called by a pissed off Colemont, wondering what the hell was happening over there. The tone of her voice sounded like she wanted to kill him. Had Loyalham not immediately point the finger at Miller, he would have died. Luckily, Penny immediately realized that Miller lied about the explosives being used. Even when Miller was exiled from the Violet Cloth Army, the cops and reporters didn't stop coming. People from St. Quentin, Burlington, and even from Simon Creek back at Maine were wondering about how a whole cemetery was covered in flames and ash.

Loyalham can only groan, as his men were trying to deal with the hellfest that was now happening in Blue Hills, as he was working in the morning. He gotten a phone call at the Colemont mansion, where he answered it. "Hello?"
"Jon Loyalham?"
"God fucking damn it.. Schaeffer.." Jon cursed away from the phone, before he started to talk with him. "What do you want, Schaeffer?"
"I'm looking at the news on my television and you guys are starting to blow up some cemeteries in your spare time?"
"Ha ha, very funny Schaeffer! What are you even doing in Maryland?"

"Oh, I invested some money into an ice skating arena. How's that pet project of your casino going along?"
"Good. I'm expanding it. We have messes to deal with here, so don't bother sending your men to Blue Hills, or I have Colemont give the order to send your people back in a crate!"
"Right.. My organization has killed more people than ours, you do realize that right? Unlike your mentally ill run crime family where you guys can't seem to keep your men from dying."

Loyalham was having trouble, trying to keep his compromise, but he wasn't going to be imidiated by bigger fish that were eyeing Blue Hills. "Shut up! Shut up, you asshole! You're just laughing at us, because your limp-dicked terrorist bodyguard was jealous at our man Jed before he got taken out! Now, we're going to still be around, so you better hope that your boys will be ready to handle blowing up your shitty shit show you call a drug lab!" Loyalham snapped at Schaeffer, before he immediately hung up. He immediately put a hand over his face, knowing what he had done. Then, he had an idea.

He immediately called for Pantangeli, who was at New York to stage a possible intervention on this mess. He waited a bit for the call to go through, until someone picked up. "Hello? Who is this?" a man with a heavy Italian accent said on the phone.
"I need Pantangeli on the phone. It's business-related talk."
"Who is this?"
"Loyalham. I'm calling for business."
"Hold on..." there was a brief pause, where Loyalham heard some shouting, then the phone had someone else on the line. An older sounding male voice, who was the Don of the Pantangeli family.

"Loyalham, what do you want?"
"Hey!! Pantangeli! Look, I know that you hadn't heard about things, but we would like to conduct some business out of the state soon. You see we are having a turf war at the moment, so it wouldn't hurt if you can offer us some protection. I know Mr. Colemont isn't around anymore, but we will be able to pay you with money, if you could prefer some comfort and protection, if we are planning on skipping town?"
"Strange. Dolan called me a hour ago, laughing about how you guys are fucked?"
"We have money, ok!? Besides, the Colemont family is under a lot of stress and we will pay handsomely, if you could get us some safehouses ready in New York."
"Why are you planning on leaving for New York? Can't lay low in Vermont?"
"Vermont is too risky. We getting ambushed from a lot of sides, because of some scumbag who is now exiled from the family."
"So you want to sell out to me? Why not Sch-"
"Schaeffer can't help! The Violet Cloth Army have a grudge with him! All he will do is just mock us!"
"How much are you willing to give?"
"Pocket change of 1 mill."
"Alright.. but if you try to short change us, we sending you to a toxic waste dump in New Jersey!"

Loyalham continued to talk business with Pantangeli, where he was starting to get satisfied. Good, he thought. The Violet Cloth Army had a backup plan, so if Blue Hills get overwhelmed, Loyalham along with the remainder of the Violet Cloth Army can hightail it out of town. Loyalham went to Penny's command center, as everyone would call it, as Nadia was in front of the door. "I need to see Colemont." Loyalham immediately demanded, where Nadia had a hesitant look. "Be careful with her. She's not in a good mood." Nadia said to Loyalham, as he knocked, then he opened the door.

Immediately, he saw Penny sitting at her chair, watching the fireplace where Loyalham addressed his prescene. Then he got a good look at Penny, where he knew the troubles she was facing. Sleep deprivation were signs that Loyalham saw in Penny's eyes, but she was still..well Penny. "Are they off our tail?" Penny immediately asked, where she look like she was on the verge of shambles. "I'm sending hours and hours trying to not get the feds on us. The whole town is pissed. The only thing I can think of is trying to move house."
"We can't move house!" Penny immediately perked up, as she didn't want to leave her sister behind in Blue Hills. "My sweet Alice! They will damage her!"
"I'm trying to do what your father would do. If it hadn't been Victor Miller's fault that we are in this mess, we could still rule Blue Hills."

"We can't have Blue Hills, unless HE IS DEAD!" Penny immediately raised her voice, getting out of her chair, her stress having elevated. "How did he managed to kill our enforcer Hackaway?! If it wasn't for Miller, he would-" Penny stopped speaking as she started to feel betrayed, knowing that he had trusted Miller, but Loyalham already knew that Miller was dishonest and just power-hungry to care for Penny. "We can still kill him. Besides, I already have some ideas that Miller left behind. And since he's not around. There is no chance that we will fuck this up.." Loyalham said, where Penny started to listen.

"What do you have in mind?"
"I'm willing to use my casino as a battleground to kill Jake Wilson, once and for all. And if that shouldn't work, I have an idea. I call some of my boys to get someone as bait and a Part B, if all else fails."
"Go ahead.." Penny said, as she began to smile.



Nemesis

Jake Wilson woke up in his bed, as his alarm clock rung. "Ughhh.." Jake opened his eyes, as he noticed that something was off. "Wait.."

Jake felt his own face to notice that his face was back in normal. And where was he? His house? His bedroom? What was going on? There was movement besides him, as his wife was waking up in the bed. "Honey? Are you ok?" his wife said, as she gave an innocent smile. "Mary? I..? I don't know what's going on?"

"Honey. Today's the big day."
"My father is having his birthday?"
"No, honey. That was a couple of days ago."

This random feeling in Jake Wilson didn't make since. His wife was dead. Everyone was dead. How could thi-

"Daddy!" Jake heard the sounds of Abigail and Kenneth come into the bedroom with some backpacks and gear. "Daddy, we packed our camping! You think we will see a deer, daddy?" Abigail said, as she was showing Jake some pellets that Jake guessed were supposed to be for feeding deer. "We going camping? I. I must have forgotten. Dad is still having foggy thoughts after being away from home." Jake tried to lighten the mood, as he was getting up from the bed. "Come on, I can help with breakfast, Mary. Where are we going camping? I'm being absent-minded." Jake said, as he was about to have everyone follow him downstairs for breakfast.

"We already talked about this, Jake. Stanley is going to show everyone the campsite."
"Stanley? We bringing Stanley?"
"Yeah, Jake. Everyone is coming?"

"...Everyone?"

At a clearing in the middle of the Vermont woods, the whole Wilson family was having fun. The children were playing. Carl was trying to prepare barbeque for the family, since Stanley was a shit cook at the grill, the odd aunts were invited. Pretty much a family vacation. Jake was with Mary, as they were looking through the trees to spot deer. "You think we see a deer, Jake?"
"I don't know? They don't come here, due to the amount of campers here."
"You were always a trooper, before you went to the war."
"I wondering if the children would still understand everything.."
"There isn't anything to explain. Simmers told them everything.

"That's good, that-"

"What?"

There was a record stratch. Now everything was making sense. This isn't normal. Not normal at all. Where was he? He looked at Mary, she was normal. Still smiling. Happy. It wasn't a fake happiness. No.. This isn't right..

Then he noticed him in the distance. "Reed? What is..?" Jake couldn't ask himself what was going on. Reed was dressed in the same uniform he was buried in, but he looked very much alive. He walked towards Jake, as he was flashing a bright smile. "Hang on, Mary.. Reed? What are you doing here?"
"Jake! My my! I hadn't since a family gathering like this in a while!"
"Reed?! I don't get this! What's going on?!"
"Reed, calm down. Where do you think you are?"

Jake thought about it for a second, until it hit it. "All of this? This is just a dream, right?"
"Bingo, buckaroo."
"Why am I even thinking about this?"
"Here, Wilson. She will explain everything."

Reed stepped to the side, where Wilson saw her as she just appeared in front of him. It was Penny Colemont? However, the expression on her face was that of confusion and sheer terror. The moment she saw Wilson, she immediately screamed-




"Aghh!" Nemesis woke up, inside a hollow tree trunk, as he had awoke from a strange dream. After the explosion at the cemetery, Nemesis had to hightail it through the woods to somewhere that the fire from the explosion didn't reach. It took him a good mile or two to get away. He didn't stop to realize that he practically gotten himself lost. He didn't care. His body was fatigued from his wounds and lack of energy. He found himself a good hiding spot, until stuff died out.

Now it was the morning. Nemesis crawled out from the trunk, where he checked his wounds. Not good. He can still fight, but he wanted to take some anti-biotics to be safe. Except he was in the middle of the woods to have some. He needed to find a pharmacy to sneak into to get them. If he can find the main road. Nemesis felt for his mask. It was now pretty much in shambles, but it still was holding on as much as possible. "Alright.. it's time to figure out where the hell I am." Nemesis started to walk through the woods, trying to get his bearings. He needed to get fully healed up, before he can try to strike at someone else from the Violet Cloth Army.

It was then Nemesis noticed that he was at a small clearing. Several deer were munching on some berries in front of him. A rather peaceful sight, until the sudden gunshot caused one of the deer to jerk violently towards the ground. The other deer scattered, where Nemesis got his machete ready, thinking that there were a gang member of the VCA nearby. Instead, it was someone different.

It was a young man, which Nemesis estimated to be in his early 20's. He had neat short brown hair and wore a set of glasses. He didn't appear to be dressed as an actual hunter. He wore no bright orange vest. Instead, he just wore a tan or beige vest over a white shirt, along with a black tie. For the rest of his clothing, he had beige pants and black fancy shoes. Something about him was off about the young man. While Nemesis could easily overpower him, there was an unnerving prescene that Nemesis felt like he was the only one who seemed to notice. The man had black gloves on his hands. Yet, when the young man noticed Nemesis, he just stood there and gave an innocent smile at him.

"Don't mind me. Wildlife has been getting harder to kill, nowadays." the man said, as he was walking over to the carcess of the deer. Why wasn't he running away in fear at the sight of Nemesis? "What's the manner of this? Who are you?"
"Me? I'm a stranger. Who else would I do?"
"What brings you out here? You look like someone from the city?"
"I just arrived from Ohio. Things are brewing a bit from there. Especially that town.." the man said, as he gotten out a large knife, where he was in the process of skinning the animal.
"I take it, you're not aware of the crime in this town?"
"Crime? If it because of the lack of police, I can make myself comfy!" the man joked.

Nemesis knew something was up. "I know this isn't the first thing you killed something. Explain yourself." Nemesis said, gripping his machete tightly. That was when Nemesis realized that things were tensing up. Like the air had suddenly gone cold as ice. The man turned towards Nemesis, standing up from the deer, as his gloves were stained with blood. The man's smile still was there, but he had it stretch more wider, like a stepford smiler.
"What do I need to explain myself? I don't need to give a reason."
"Did the Violet Cloth Army hire you to hunt me down?!"
"Violet Cloth what a jigabob? Please, I'm only a freelancer. I'm partacking in an occuption I created myself, which many would consider a hobby."
"If you're not with them, who sent you?"
"I came by myself."
"If you're trying to imidiate me, it's not working."

"Who said you were going to die immediately, Jake?"

If Nemesis had one fear, he was standing in front of it. He didn't even want to risk it. Nemesis immediately bolted away from the strange man, where he didn't bother to give chase. Instead, he returned to getting the skin off of the deer, as he felt some blood on his lips. A slick motion of the tongue was enough to lick up the drop of blood from his mouth.




It took a while, but Nemesis managed to make it back to the sawmill. He continued his regular routine, though he was trying to find a way to know what has been happening around town. He managed to steal a portable radio from a campsite, but as the days went by, it was apparent that Nemesis knew he was winning. The only question was how he was going to strike next. For all he knew, he was close on nabbing Penny.
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Infected Mushroom » Tue Mar 03, 2020 7:18 am

Bellano Casino

Jon Loyalham


Trevor Castle stood guard outside.

Loyalham walked past rows and rows of gilded machines and card tables across plush carpets. There were several large comfortable bar counters and shelves stacked with alcoholic drinks. The lights were bright; the décor was filled with false glory and the alluring promise of dreams.

Cyv had announced a shutdown day so no players were in today. Still, the place smelled of cigarettes from all the regulars over the weekend. Loyalham had heard about the rise of non-smoking joints in the west coast but really…

Non-smoking casinos? The fuck?

Even in these troubled times, Loyalham couldn't help but smile slightly as he walked past the poker tables and the slot machines.

This, right here... a pure, moneymaking machine. People come here with dreams, and we can just take all their money after…

Although drugs were more lucrative, Loyalham had always preferred gambling. There was something more elegant and refined about it. It was a lot safer and more consistent too, a lot quieter; it brought less heat from above. In addition to the illegal gambling, casinos were an efficient way to launder the Violet Cloth Army's money.

Years ago, growth had slowed down and some ambitious ventures into meth had backfired. Ever the sneaky financier, Loyalham had taken over the reigns and fixed the entire machinery of the Violet Cloth Army, modernizing it so to speak.

See I helped fix this kingdom one time. Now once again, I have to clean up the mess.

He had never expected things to come to this. He knew bombing Blue Hills Cemetery was a bad idea but never did he expect things to backfire so spectacularly. Jed Hackaway and his death squad was truly irreplaceable. As a strategist, Loyalham knew that the most valuable asset of the Violet Cloth Army wasn’t the drugs or the casinos. It was its ability to personify fear and terror itself.

Vermont was easy to govern when the people were kept in line through fear. With Jed and his people down for the count, others were emboldened to encroach and challenge.

They're just ANIMALS. No rules, no limits, no civility... Fucked up times. At least criminals back in my day used to believe in honor and respect.

Jon Loyalham had been a criminal since birth. Having come from a long line of distinguished career criminals, he took his gangsterism very seriously. He could not say the same regarding the people who were now tearing Blue Hills apart. It was truly sad.

He’d never say it to Penny’s face but this was in no small part her fault as the Leader. She got too carried away; if she had listened to him from the start, this mess wouldn't have happened. There were some lines you simply did not cross. Alex Colemont was a vicious crazy as well but at least he showed some restraint.

Man the future generation is fucked…

He, Loyalham, was sworn to obey the Colemonts and he took that seriously… However, these were desperate times and now the time had finally come for him to take charge to save the ship.

No more mistakes. No more misplays. My operation. My way.

Like a good casino lord, he believed he could still play the odds and take a good shot to get them out. However, he was well aware that even if they got rid of Wilson, it would be a long and bloody war. The very survival of the Violet Cloth Army could be at stake. Never in a million years did he expect they might need safehouses in New York as back up.

Fucked up times.

Loyalham walked past one of the large gambling area.

He walked up a flight of stairs and reached the command level of the casino.

This was where a heavily locked Count Room could be found (where all the money was counted and processed). A room called "The Eye" was also on this floor. The entire casino was under surveillance from a network of cameras to deter cheaters; the Eye was a command station where his staff could diligently watch all the tables.

Finally, Loyalham reached his private office. He gave three knocks before opening the door and stepping in.

Jon Loyalham’s private office was quite large. There was a massive glass panel (it was a one way sight glass) with a clear view into the largest gambling floor of the house. His desk was large and comfortable.

A short, slim, pretty, brown-haired woman dressed in black sat on a rolling chair facing the desk. When Loyalham entered, she turned to face him uneasily.

In the background, casino enforcer Todd Gallagher stood watch.

“Nikita,” Loyalham said curtly as he walked over and sat down in his large chair, facing her.

Nikita looked at him carefully. Loyalham had picked carefully, Nikita had done other odd jobs before and she did look just a touch like Penny.

“We had to keep you here for a few days,” he said to her as-a-matter-of-factly. “I’m sure you understand. It’s nothing personal; can’t risk this getting out. It’s all top secret.”

She asked: “Does… does this have anything to do with-with him?“

Loyalham looked up, he could see in the background that Todd looked discomforted. It was understandable, no one was necessarily that keen to try and lure a killing machine into this place, not after Jed Hackway had been dispatched.

Loyalham turned and met Nikita’s concerned gaze.

Why is it that they always ask inconvenient questions.

“Hey look,” he said firmly. “It’s NOT your place to ask questions. And the truth be told, the less you know, the better. It’s for your protection.”

Nikita nodded silently.

“Easiest money ever though right?” he asked, trying to cheer her up.

“You’ll really give me another hundred Gs after?” Nikita asked, wide-eyed.

“Of course,” Loyalham said. “You counted the money I gave you already right? The money’s real and I’m a man of my word. Half the money before the job, half the money after. So… are you ready?”

You better be you whore. Cause you can’t back out now. Not now.

However, Loyalham maintained a completely professional gaze, not giving her any idea of his disdain for her normal street work.

“What do I have to do again? I just pretend to be Penny Colemont?” Nikita asked. “I just have to-“

“What you have to do,” Loyalham said. “Is Nothing. We’re going to change how you look. We’re going to move you out of the casino soon. Later on… my people will pick you up, and escort you in through the front. We’ll make a big show out of it. You say NOTHING and do NOTHING. Just look and act normal. Then you stay in the hotel area and go about your business. We’ll be watching you on the dot. That’s all.”

Loyalham could tell she didn’t believe him. She was no idiot; it had something to do with catching Wilson. There was definitely more he wasn’t saying. However, she really needed the money.

Loyalham clapped his hands. “GREAT! Now follow Todd here, we’ve gotten this hair stylist on board. EXCITING SHIT. He’ll change how you look. Say Nikita, is blue your color? Haha.”

He nodded at Todd. Todd stood up, walked over and opened the door.

Nikita gulped. Then she stood up and walked away. She didn’t necessarily like where this was going but at least the money was good.




Colemont Mansion

Penny Colemont


The blue-haired woman sat at her desk, drinking from a glass of wine and deep in thoughts of darkness.

Loyalham will put an end to him. And that will be the end of that. Loyalham will kill him. He has to.

She reasoned that it must have been too dark for Jed to properly fight against Wilson. Wilson must have lucked out somehow.

Well it won’t happen again. Not this time!

She had gone over the plan with Loyalham many times now, even suggested a number of improvements herself. It was PERFECT now, it had to be. She wasn’t going to allow Jake Wilson any chance to slip through her fingers.

It became increasingly difficult for Penny to rest at night. Her nights were punctuated by nightmares and restless thoughts of hatred and insatiable bloodlust.

She was painfully aware that so long as Jake Wilson was alive, her revenge, her masterpiece to avenge Alice, would never be complete.

Incompetent fools. I’m… I’m surrounded by incompetent morons. That’s why he’s still alive!

If I had my rifle and I was at that graveyard, I could have shot and killed him myself! I could have done that MYSELF!


She refused to believe the rumors that were going around that Wilson had been brought back by the devil. Still, she couldn’t comprehend how one person could kill so many people. It was unnatural and wrong.

It doesn’t matter. He will die. We cannot fall to quaint superstition. Not now.

These days, running the Violet Cloth Army had gotten many times more difficult. She hated how she was now heavily dependent on Jon Loyalham. She could no longer play Jed and various other captains against each other to keep herself on top. In fact, with Jed gone, it was as if her organization had literally lost a whole hand. Management became that much harder.

In her angst, she had started to drink a lot more. The Mansion’s fine vintages were getting attacked at a fairly aggressive pace (all wines in the Colemont estate were hundreds of years old). She had started to mix various types of pills into her drinks.

“Hello? I want more wine NOW!” she snapped into the intercom.

Honestly, one of these idiotic servants should just stand here. Don’t they KNOW I need many drinks this time of day?!

The unfortunate person on standby was the servant Alfred. After three knocks, the servant came rushing in; he was holding a silver tray in his hands, several fine wines were on top over a silk cloth surface.

Penny looked up at him, her eyes showing evident displeasure.

“You seem to be taking your time,” she said. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Miss… Miss Colemont,” he said, acknowledging her. He walked over nervously, but he was having such a bad day that he suddenly tipped over slightly and lost his balance…

“SHIT!” he cried out as he immediately moved around to regain his balance. He successfully did so and the tray stayed in his hands. However, one of the wine bottles fell off the entire tray and landed with a loud…

CLUNK!

Since the bottle was open, the dark red liquid spilled out unto the floor, damaging the fine carpet.

Penny Colemont gasped out loud as she looked around in outrage.

“OH I... I’m so sorry!” Alfred cried out, looking mortified. “It won’t happen again!”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” she hollered at him.

Alfred hurriedly set the tray down on a nearby table. He grabbed a cleaning cloth from the tray and knelt down to clean the mess.

For some reason, this caused the young woman to snap into a sudden and mindless rage. Her vision seemed to turn blood red as she stood up, opened up the drawer, and took out her revolver. She aimed it at the servant.

The servant was still cleaning the mess when he looked up in terror. “Hey WAI-“

BANG!

The bullet travelled straight through the poor man’s head. Having been instantly executed, Alfred fell down; suddenly disconnected…. Now in addition to the spilled wine, his blood and remains flowed out unto the fine floor.

The door burst open at once as Nadya Ivinov rushed in, shotgun in hand. The mystery was very rapidly solved when she saw Penny holding the revolver.

“He ruined my day,” Penny said without remorse as she pocketed the revolver, her doll-face a mask of cold anger.

Do you see what he made me do?

Nadya lowered her shotgun, her face horrified and shocked.

“Well?” Penny said aggressively. “Get someone to clean this mess up. I’m going for a smoke in the gardens. It needs to be completely gone when I come back. Is that clear?”

Without waiting for a confirmation, Penny Colemont walked past Alfred’s facedown corpse, past her bodyguard and out of the room.

Jacob and the other servants backed off in terror against the walls as she walked past them on the way out.

This wasn’t the first time Penny Colemont had executed one of her own servants, She had done so as a teenage girl as well… her father had given her a firm reprimand. Since then, the practice had been discontinued… until now.

Alex Colemont wasn’t here to check his evil daughter’s worst impulses. In fact, no one could control her now. The Colemont Mansion was about to get mortally dangerous for the servants.




The Day of the Trap….

Bellano Casino


Jon Loyalham

For this very important day, Jon Loyalham was well dressed. He was wearing a grey gangster suit with a maroon tie, sharp leather shoes, a clean, smooth white shirt under.

It was important for a gangster to be well dressed, especially in these troubled times. All the traditions mattered, now more than ever.

Loyalham was in a dimly lit room with a pool table. He faced a room of hardened criminals:

His tall guard and driver Trevor Castle, enforcers Todd Gallagher, Daniel “Dan” Granger, and Ray Cutter.

The casino manager and gun enthusiast Cyv was also going to take part in the op.

They had gone over the entire plan a thousand times. It was possibly the biggest moment of their lives.

“My friends,” he said to them. “This is the day.”

He glanced at his gold watch and then looked up. “In a few minutes, we will begin. You all know your places?”

They nodded.

There was considerable suspense and tension. They were about to face their most dangerous adversary ever. Jake Wilson was a terror.

Loyalham gave a bit of a pep talk.

“Today’s the day people. We all remember Mike. We all remember Jimmy, Gumper. They were fine people; they were good people. “

There was a brief pause, as if to pay the dead some respect. Then Loyalham continued, his face lighting up with hatred:

“Jake Wilson took them from us. I don’t want to hide anything from you so I’ll speak the truth. Wilson is dangerous, he’s powerful, he's military, he’s good… REAL GOOD.”

Some of the enforcers looked at each other and then back at Loyalham, a bit nervous.

“However,” Jon said with fervor. “He’s all alone. He’s one person. We have a small army, we’re a FUCKING TEAM. So let’s DO OUR JOB, and DOWN this son of a bitch!”

“HEAR HEAR!” Trevor called out. Belligerent cries rang out throughout the room.

“HELL YEAH!” “WOO HOO!” “LET’S SHOOT HIM DOWN!” “FUCK YEAH!”

Loyalham nodded savagely.

The boys are in the mood. I sense good things coming.

“Check your weapons,” Loyalham said. “It’s time to move out. Don’t underestimate him boys. Let’s show him the true power of a real gangster crew.”

Loyalham had to lead by example, which is why he had to show grit and determination. However, privately, he felt strangely uneasy about the whole thing. Besides having killer instincts, Jake Wilson so far, has also had an almost supernatural amount of luck. He had never known anyone to be able to catch Jed Hackaway off guard.

Jed, I could sure use your help right now. Damn...

Loyalham checked his gold watch again. The Bait should arrive soon.

It was almost time.
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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Thu Jun 18, 2020 12:31 am

Nemesis

"Officials in Blue Hills are still denying on the massive explosion that had rocked the whole state of Vermont at Blue Hills Cemetery. Law officials from St. Quentin had discussed the possibilities of having the Federal Bureau of Investigation to conduct an investigation onto this possible act of homegrown terrorism, however as the community is demanding for answers day by day, law officials are trying to re-assure the situation."

The radio was blaring news, as Nemesis was getting his blades and weapons sharpened for his next hunting trip from the sawmill. The memo he took from Jed's body wasn't much help. Just a message from Hackaway to Loyalham. But no mention of an address. He hadn't seen a Violet Cloth Army member in sight, so far. He knew today was when he would have to go out into the city to find a thug to know where the rest of VGA were. Though, he wanted to take one good last trip to the woods for food. It was then he saw something going on in the middle of the woods. A couple of men, rednecks Nemesis guessed, as they were getting drunk off of canned beer as he saw something in one of the men's hands that sparked an idea. Nemesis wasn't going to kill them. He just needed to borrow their weapons by following them to their pickup truck.

And "borrow" their vehicle.




Bradley, a low-level thug, though trying to be dedicated to the Violet Cloth Army was checking the woods all around the town with some other henchmen. "So what's the plan?" a gang member with a pistol said, as him and another member of the VGA were following behind him. "We supposed to look around these woods for..oh I don't know, Jake Wilson? Loyalham told me that there is a chance that he's lounging around somewhere. He been doing it after he kills someone, so we gotta be on our guard." Bradley explained, as they were patrolling the woods for Nemesis. If he was such a forest junkie, he would have to be somewhere in these woods. Wilson will not run from them any longer. For Bradley, Loyalham gave him a backup plan. More of a lure. It was risky to do it unscathed, but Wilson wouldn't take them all one at once, right?

Bradley and the other two were on a bit of a makeshift dirt path in the middle of the thick wilderness. Whenever some footsteps were heard, they would perk up and start aiming, only to see a deer or two dash by. "I hate these fucking deer!" one of the men complained, until they noticed something in the distance. "Hang on, get down!" Bradley whispered, where he saw something interesting. It was a building. Not just any building, but he realized that it was the sawmill. The pickup truck near the entrance showed that someone was in there. "Is that? That little shit... This is literally on the map of town and no one bothered to check here!?" Bradley said, frustrated while whispering. "What are we going to do?"
"Get your guns ready? We're going to storm through the front. He has to be here!"

Bradley and his men took some cover near the front door, as they made sure their guns were drawn. Signaling one of his men to scout inside, the henchman was hesitant at first, but they took a step inside. It was silent. The air was a bit full of dust, but there was signs that the place had some minor homemade renovations. Was he here? The henchman started to have his gun pointed at corners they believe that Wilson was be hiding. It was a bit dark, but light was coming out from cracks in the roof. It wasn't until the henchman was out of view was when both Bradley and the other goon immediately knew something was wrong. "Is it me or is it taking a while?" Bradley whispered, as the guy he sent in didn't yell a word to the two at the front. "...Fuck it! We're going in." Bradley said, as the two of them entered the sawmill.

To Bradley's surprise, he was a bit right. Place from the inside looked like someone did a bit of an attempt at cleaning it. Bradley looked around, while aiming his gun, while the guy who was behind him was covering his tail. Some stairs were visible, which Bradley guessed led to the upper floors that overlooked the main sawmill. "Cover me." Bradley slowly went up the stairs, as he saw the door that led to the foreman's office. Getting his gun ready, he peered into the room only to see a terrifying sight. "Shit!" the goon that he sent in was already dead. A gaping stab wound was visible that had Bradley see through his chest. The henchman was propped up against the wall inside the office. But when he immediately turned around to alert the guy behind him, he was gone.

Bradley immediately gasped, as he heard a sound behind him as Nemesis suddenly grabbed him by his throat, before throwing him onto the floor. Bradley reached for his gun, but Nemesis casually picked it up, making sure the gun didn't go off in the process. With that settled, Nemesis sent a strong kick into Bradley's face, sending him down the stairs, leading to him to twist his foot. Bradley tried to get up, but Nemesis suddenly shot him in practically his ass, downing him as his tailbone was shattered. Nemesis walked downstairs towards Bradley, as he was groaning in pain.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Bradley screamed, as he suddenly saw the other goon that was behind him, hanging from a hook that was impaled directly into his neck, as his expression was that of pain and horror. "You know what I want. So start talking.." Bradley said, getting out his machete, lowering the blade like he was about to make a golf ball out of Bradley's neck. "You used a fucking gun to shoot me?!"
"You never made it easy for me. So I figured I did the same of what you people were doing. Changing up the modus operandi. Now. Tell me where I can find your boss and the boss of his boss."

"Think, Bradley! Think!"

"Uhhh..Colemont and Loyalham are having a business deal with some people in the town!"
"Where in town?"
"I don't think it matt-" Bradley was about to go off-topic, but Nemesis was ready to strike. "Ok ok! It's at Loyalham's casino of his!"
"Casino?"
"It's on the outskirts of Blue Hills! It's been his project for years! You don't need a map for it! If people told you about the Bellano, they will point it to you!" Bradley pleaded, where Nemesis didn't say a word.

"Can I? Can I leave now? I wouldn't tell a soul. Ple-" Bradley said to Nemesis, before the latter immediately swung his machete, decapitating Bradley's head clean off. The head rolled across the wooden floor, as Nemesis rolled his eyes. "This is being a bit of a common occurence, really.."
"Well, what do you expect from a group of thugs that want to kill you."
"I'm getting the feeling that tonight is going to be...well, the night."
"The night of...Oh shit! You thinking you're going to speed things up by shooting up Colemont and Loyalham?"
"It's weird. I done so much killing in like what? A week? Two weeks? Killing has become almost meaningless to me. I still just feel empty."
"You not going to wait until the authorities kill the two for you?"
"They aren't going to kill them. Or possibly arrest them. I don't know how much power they still have left. That stunt by Miller at the graveyard is attracting lots of suits here. Speaking of Miller, there's the chance that weasel is somewhere in Blue Hills."
"So, how are you going to ambush a whole casino?"

"I'm switching it up. I wait until night. Then, I will strike." Nemesis said, knowing that he was going to crank things up a bit.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Thu Jun 18, 2020 9:20 am

Colemont Mansion

Penny Colemont


Having murdered a servant, the young blue-haired woman walked into the adjacent garden; her all-consuming rage had subsided somewhat.

As she strolled throughout the grounds, she allowed her mind to calm down and wander to more soothing places. The visuals in the garden helped a lot.

Just like the handsome white mansion itself (built with a heavy gothic architectural influence), the gardens of the Colemont estate radiated with fine things. The flowers were bright and colorful, the shrubberies were plentiful and carefully and purposefully placed. Marble statues of angels were spread out across the grounds; there was a large, beautiful water fountain in the middle, glittering with fine metals.

As Penny stood there, admiring the view, she took out a cigarette and proceeded to light it. She strolled by the flowers as she smoked; her thoughts occupied by unholy reveries.

Nadya Ivanov

Being a professional, Nadya recovered swiftly from Alfred’s shocking death. Since Penny walked out, it was all on the bodyguard now. Nadya would dispose of the thing. However, she wasn’t touching the damned thing herself. She may be over-glorified security but her rank still stood head and shoulders above the servers.

She turned to address the small line of terrified servants standing outside.

“Carry him down the stairs to the front!” she barked at them, her voice tinged with a non-American accent. “COME! COME!”

The servants reluctantly complied. Timidly they approached, grabbed Alfred’s corpse, and lifted it from several sides. He was much heavier than he looked and it took some effort and coordination to get him down the lengthy steps of the mansion.

Nadya radioed in some help.

“Eustace, this is Nadya, I’m calling from the mansion,” she said, it wasn’t the clearest instruction. “Get ready for a clean up. We’re sending something over.”

Eustace asked some useless questions.

“Yeah look, STOP TALKING!” Nadya said grumpily. “Just get set up!”

Nadya proceeded to radio some commands to Penny’s driver and the guards outside.

A few minutes later…

The mansion’s servants watched in silent horror as their fellow laborer was unceremoniously loaded unto a transport and driven off towards Nemo’s Junkyard for permanent disposal.

Jacob Fairs looked grimly at his fellow servant Thomasin. If this weren’t a lifelong gig, he’d have long started hunting for another job…




Bellano Casino

Jon Loyalham


The best place for Loyalham to command the trap was from the room with all the screens. Nicknamed “the Eye,” this upper-floor room had access to a complete network of cameras covering most of the casino grounds.

Jon Loyalham stood behind a timid technician with glasses, Sean Attley. Sean cautiously cycled through all the live camera feeds.

A single radio was placed on a counter next to Loyalham. He could issue additional instructions to his soldiers. The neatly dressed gangster lord was tense. He kept his sharp, focused eyes on the live security streams.

Aside from Loyalham and Sean, the tall guard and driver Trevor Castle stood nearby.

The rest of the crew, fully-armed, were spread out all over the casino, prowling the casino grounds like vipers and keeping the main chokepoints guarded.

Several of their lower ranked soldiers had gone missing while patrolling the forests… unaccounted for. Loyalham had insisted that they all reported back to him every hour. They hadn’t called back and couldn't be reached. Wilson must have gotten to them.

And the body count goes up. Let’s hope this ends soon.

Along with Colemont, he had spread the false intel like a noxious chemical weapon spray. Every associate, every remaining goon was now parroting the line that Penny was meeting the New Yorkers here. He doubted there was ever a greater trail of breadcrumbs set down in the history of the town…

He’s definitely coming. And when he does… he dies.

The sky was turning dark. There was still no sign of Wilson.

“Maybe he’s not coming?” Trevor said nervously. “Maybe he didn’t get the false trail?”

“He’ll come; I’d bet several grand,” Loyalham said grimly. “He’s coming.”

He knows there's a narrow window. He may even suspect a trap. But he cannot resist. He wants Penny. He knows this is his best shot.

“He plans to use the darkness as cover?” Trevor asked.

“No doubt,” Loyalham replied. “He’s military. He'll use every advantage. Now get back to your place. It’s going to be a long night. Stay sharp. Tell the others.”

“Sir.”

Trevor walked out of the room, taking a large shotgun on the way out.

Loyalham had spared no expenses. He made sure there were guns, lots and lots of guns.

The embattled Violet Cloth Army was in poor shape; however, he had managed to assemble a small army. They weren’t the Death Squad, but still, together they should be able to handle one dangerous threat… if they played the cards right.

Loyalham checked his gold watch. Then he leaned over the technician’s shoulder and stared still more intensely into the live feeds.

“Come on…”he muttered. “Come on you bastard… show up. What are you waiting for?”




Penny Colemont

Later on, Penny returned to her work room, walking past a statuesque Nadya Ivanov on the way in.

The room had been restored to order. All the blood had been wiped and the corpse was gone.

Penny’s heart skipped with joy as she saw the messages on her computer.

Loyalham strikes tonight. It’s going to be a MASTERPIECE.

In that glorious moment all of her troubles seemed to subside.

There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that this was it. Once Wilson was out of the way, she could concentrate on cleansing the entire town with blood and restoring the rule of the Violet Cloth Army over the entire state.

Colemont couldn’t wait until it was all over. She issued a simple typed directive to Loyalham: She wanted him to call her when it was done and finished.

Alice… I promise you I will finish what I started. I owe you this much. The works is almost finished.

That evening, Penny sat by herself at the end of a long rectangular table in the dining hall, enjoying a very fine meal… a fireplace cackling in the corner, morbid paintings hanging over all the walls.

She paid not the slightest attention to the heightened caution and fear of the servants who administered her meal.

Later on, Penny Colemont took a long shower and bath. After changing into a new dress, she walked into another hall in the mansion where a large antique piano was located.

Now all by herself, the pale woman sat down, placed her manicured pale fingers unto the keyboard, and began to play an expressive, dark, and beautiful piece. As she played the piece with practiced technique and expressiveness, she immersed herself into the music and her body swayed about as she poured her soul into it.

Downstairs and throughout the mansions, the guards and the servants heard the music reverberate all throughout the Colemont Estate.
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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Sun Aug 16, 2020 12:12 am

Victor Miller

"Sleep? Who needs it?"

After Victor Miller was exiled from the Colemonts, he ended up in a seaside bungalow on the coast of Vermont. Not very far from Blue Hills, but still away from the Violet Cloth Army. Things would have been good, but there was a problem of pain that was fueling him with nightmares similar to that of Penny Colemont. Almost like a curse, dark thoughts of revenge and ghosts of those that he wanted gone were clouding his mind. To ease it, he drank bottles of booze of mostly watered down beer and would pass out drunk in his new home on the couch.

When the alcohol failed to work to make him have pleasant dreams, he resorted to the same substances that he would make in his lab. For Victor, he managed to go back to making some drugs, for himself personally. This made him even worse, healthwise as he started tweaking like an unstable meth monkey. And when he started hallunicating, his hallunications would have hallunications. As long as he was strung out, he wouldn't have to think about Colemont, Wilson, or even all the sins he committed in Blue Hills.

But then, there was a knock on the door on the same night as the planned casino trap.

"Who is it?!" Victor yelled, as he looked through the peephole. They weren't part of the Violet Cloth Army, but it looked like gang members from possibly South. He opened the door, where the moment they saw his state, they thought they got the wrong address, thinking some drug addict was here. "Are you Victor Miller?" a bit of a slim thug said, as he looked uneasy with his friend. "Yeah?! The hell you want?"
"Uhhh..We're here, because we trying to recruit some cooks for our gang."
"Recruitment? Like a job?" Victor said, as he was trying to process the conversation.
"We're from Florida. You see, we heard about some stuff in Vermont and figured that we can't let some assets go to waste. Our boss Calhorn can see your skills and we can offer to pay you." the man said, as Victor was having his thoughts process.

"So you saying that I can be hired? Like? Cook meth for a salary?"
"Hadn't you been paid at the Violet Cloth Army? We heard things are on the rocks, so we looking for stuff they are leaving behind?" the man never intended to antagonized Miller, as he was assuming that it was common for him to be tweaked from time to time. Then, the man decided to lay this gem.

"I know you probably are having a bad time lately from being fired or whatever, but Calhorn could use someone like you. It's not like you're a bad apple or something."

“I should never have listened to you,” she said. “Loyalham and Nadya were right. You are a bad apple. A stain on this earth. You… you’ve been using me.”


Then, Miller in a state of blind rage, realized something that he believed needed to be done. "Penny! You c##t!" Miller yelled, where the two men standing in front of him took a step back. "I show you, you fucking whore! Call me a bad apple and a stain on this earth!" Victor fumed, as he went to his car. It was the car that he drove in when he had to leave Blue Hills and it was the car that he was taking to give Penny a piece of his mind. "Wait! Where are you going?" the thug yelled, as Victor erratically reversed his car and then slam on the gas to drive off. All the two thugs thought was how they were going to report back to their bosses. Luckily, now they didn't have to speak English anyone and go back to their usual accents.

"Који је курац био?"
"Мене је то одбило. Доћи. Морамо да видимо да ли има неки мет у себи или нешто што можемо да схватимо. Цалхорн ће бити задовољан." the slim thug said, before they went into the bungalow to see if there was anything that Victor left behind that could be of good use.

Nemesis

It was the dead of night. Nemesis managed to do a bit of research on where the Bellano Casino was, as he drove around in the middle of the afternoon, while the police and reporters were all diverted to where the main town was. As long as he laid low, Nemesis didn't have to worry about any cops or journalists going on his tail, giving away his position. While it was a bit of a long drive, he saw the casino in the distance. There it was. Nemesis kept driving as he was starting to analyze the situation in front of him, as he was driving. "Ok... I got something of my own. I'm stocked on weaponry and healed up. Here goes nothing." Nemesis kept driving forward, where he saw the entrance to the casino. There was one man guarding the entrance with a large assault rifle in his hands. While Trevor Castle was mainly in charge of being at the front door, he had the manager Cyv take his shift for him, as he was somewhere else inside of the casino, waiting for Wilson.

Nemesis already had the idea on how to take Cyv out with one simple tool.



As Cyv was outside the front door with his gun, it wasn't until he noticed a pickup truck speeding down the road near the casino. Was that Wilson? It can't be? Cyv raised his gun, just in case. However, in a sudden motion, the truck immediately veered towards Cyv as it accelerated towards both him and the entrance. "Shit!" Cyv tried to dodge and shoot out the windshield, but Nemesis rammed him, almost running him over completely, as both Cyv and the truck ended up crashing through the front entrance of the casino. Cyv didn't have the time to react, after getting stuck on the bumper. After the truck rammed past the entrance, the truck crashed into a series of slot machines, where Cyv's upper body got crushed as a result.

Gallagher, Granger, and Cutter all heard the crash, where they knew it was Wilson alright..

"Get that bastard!" Gallagher yelled at the top of his lungs, as Loyalham's squad got into position.

Nemesis opened the truck door and rolled out with a surprise of his own. Not wanting to make things hard for him, especially since Loyalham and his men were going to do anything to play dirty, just to kill Wilson, Nemesis came packing with some heat. Ray Cutter was approaching Nemesis's position behind some slot machines was when the first shot rang out. Nemesis had a shotgun with him and some ammo from the hunters that he "borrowed" from. Cutter had his rifle ready, planning on shooting Nemesis, but as Cutter was about to round the corner, Ray felt the steel blade of a machete jabbed into his chest. "Urrkk!" Cutter couldn't yell, as Nemesis pulled out the blade and stabbed him with it again, making sure that he ripped the organs inside of Cutter's body to shreds.

Daniel "Dan" Granger was quick to overturn a card table to use as a barricade, as Nemesis fired a shot from his shotgun at Granger. However, the table proved to be a successful defense, as Granger quickly overturned another card table besides the other for more cover. Getting his assault rifle ready, Granger aimed his rifle in between the gap of the tables, as he fired several shots at Nemesis, as he took cover besides some slot machines. "Stick your head out! C'mon!" Dan yelled, as he popped up from the barricade and fired more shots. Nemesis, having ice in his veins, loaded another shell into his shotgun, as he fired another shot and waited until Dan dropped down. Immediately loading another shell in, Nemesis waited while pointing the shotgun at the barricade. He needed to predict where Dan would pop out. Granger immediately popped up from the left side of the barricade, where Nemesis immediately fired at Dan. The pellets hit their mark, as Granger was downed to the ground. Advancing for more cover, Nemesis made sure to fire another shell onto Granger's body to make sure he was completely down for the count, while grabbing Granger's assault rifle for later use.

Todd Gallagher got behind a bar, where he started to unleash lead as Nemesis fired several shots at Todd, however they only hit the bottles of alcohol behind Gallagher, as he exchanged crossfire. Nemesis ducked near some more slot machines, as Gallagher was trying to reload his gun, however he was fumbling with the ammo clip. "Shit! Come on.." he whispered to himself, as Nemesis rushed him, where with a downward strike with his machete, brought the blade onto Gallagher's head, splitting it in two, as Nemesis yanked the blade from Gallagher's head, as the body fell behind the bar counter.

"Alright.." Nemesis started to head upstairs, where someone happened to be waiting. "Alright, boss. That bastard is coming.." Trevor whispered into his radio, as he could tell that the others didn't make it. "Make sure Wilson is dead permanently. I don't want him breathing a single pulse from his cold dead body, when I leave my office.." Loyalham took Castle, as the latter got their shotgun ready. Nemesis was approaching what appeared to be the "Eye", until Castle clocked him in the mask with the end of the shotgun. "Peek a boo to this!" Castle said, as Nemesis immediately rolled out of the way, as Castle nearly blew his head apart from the shotgun. Getting up, Nemesis immediately charged at Castle, where both of them fought over the shotgun, where it was wrapped around the gun, as the muzzle of the shotgun was on the verge of blowing up the chins of one of them. As this was happening, Nemesis tried to feel for his machete, where Castle used the opportunity to deliver a blow to Nemesis in the face again, knocking his mask off. A bit of a mistake, as Castle ended up getting distracted by the sight of Wilson's disfigured face full of rage. Nemesis immediately used Castle's guard being down to deliver a kick to Trevor's gut, sending him back while letting go of the shotgun.

"Wait! Don't shoot! N-" Castle's words were silenced, as his head exploded like a watermelon from Nemesis firing a shot. Nemesis picked up his mask and put it back on. "I'm done playing your games.."

Sean Attley was watching all of this, as he was using his radio to communicate with Loyalham. "He's outside of the room! He's going to kill me, Loyalham! Oh god, I don't want to die! I really don't want to die!" Sean yelled, where Nemesis kicked the door open, as Sean immediately leaped out of his chair. Nemesis walked towards Sean, as he was cowering on the floor, pissing his pants in the process. "Please! I don't want to die! I just work here! I do anything!"
"Where's your boss Loyalham?"
"He's...He's in his private office on the same floor! He's with Colemont! You can tell by her blue hair!"

"Take me to them, or I will make sure that you leave here in a body bag."

Sean Attley immediately did what Nemesis told him to. Leading him to the door of Loyalham's office, Nemesis let Sean leave the casino, while he started to kick the door down. Bursting open, Nemesis immediately saw her. He could tell it was her. She had the blue hair, as she was sitting in a rolling chair, staring at the desk in the office. But for Nemesis, he knew something was wrong. "Colemont! I'm here!" Nemesis yelled to her, where there was no response.

"Well?"
"..."
Nemesis knew something was up. Getting the shotgun and his machete ready, Nemesis stepped inside of the office, walking towards what appeared to be Colemont sitting in the chair. However, as he turned the chair around....instead, it was Loyalham's assistant who was dressed to look like Penny, tied up in the rolling chair.
"A trap.."

With a click of the safety pin being removed from a revolver, Nemesis heard Loyalham point the gun directly at the back of Nemesis's skull.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Wed Aug 19, 2020 2:49 am

On the Highway

Victor Miller


Victor’s destination: The Colemont Mansion.

Seeing as Penny always spoke of honour and duty, it was time to give her a real taste of it.

I’ve spent my life bowing and scraping to whores like you. No more. I offered you True Love (or as much close to the real thing someone like you can get) and this is how you repay me?

Over the days he had spent at the bungalow, the entire injustice of it all had descended upon him and he had stewed in it…

So if I’m needed and useful, I’m around but the MINUTE I screw up even slightly, I’m out.

All the degenerate things you demanded behind closed doors...


As Victor drove at top speed on the highway, he worked up the courage to do what he was about to do by popping a few more pills. He reconsidered briefly; then he shook his head.

No. No. There’s no backing out. Not now.

He popped in more pills.

He turned on the stereo: Metallica music was playing. The volume was turned up.

Victor didn’t know it, but in a moment of eerie coincidence it was the same track that was playing on that fateful day Carl Wilson ran Alice Colemont down in the park.

The drugs had the effect of making Victor reach new heights of megalomaniacal courage. His vehicle was a blur as it sped past several trucks; they honked at him because he was clearly speeding. Victor didn’t care. His eyes were glowing like fire as he muttered:

“I’ll show you Penny… I… I’ll show you… No one fucks with a Miller. NO ONE… no one fucks with a Miller. NO ONE.”

The guards would be a problem. Thankfully, he had a few useful tools in the back of his car. They would prove to be important, but above all, he still had his cunning nature though now it was inflamed to new levels of madness.

The Prince is dead. You’ve awakened the Monster.



The Eye

Jon Loyalham


Loyalham had been watching the fight from over Sean Attley’s shoulder. The casino lord was impressed, Wilson was so fast that it was difficult for the Eye to track his movement. Being an experienced gang member, Loyalham maintained his calm. His eyes were focused on the camera, calculating.

Loyalham watched as the gang members went down one by one.

It’s three versus one, come now.

Loyalham shook his head in disbelief, but smiling slightly in spite of himself.

With the way the fight is going, I’m going to have to play my trump card: the element of surprise.

“Alright Trevor,” he spoke over the COM, signaling his right hand to move in. “He’s shaken, your move. Go in now. Take him out. Make sure Wilson is dead permanently. I don't want him breathing a single pulse from his cold dead body, when I leave my office."

Then he turned to Sean.

“Everything’s going to be alright,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly. “I’ll be in my office, setting the trap. You're staying here.”

“Wait… WHAT?” Sean said, white-faced and terrified out of his wits. “And… and what the fuck do I do?”

“You lead him to me,” Loyalham said hurriedly as he walked to the door. He pointed a finger at Sean, flashing a somewhat forced grin. “You’re a champ… A REAL TEAM PLAYER. Stay here. Just like we’ve practiced. You’ll be fine, I promise.”

In that moment, somehow Loyalham rather resembled a manager in a high stress fast food environment trying to re-motivate his team. It was surreal.

Then he promptly left. Sean wasn’t happy:

“Wait… Don’t… don’t leave me here! COME BACK MAN!”




Instead of hiding straight in the office, the crafty Loyalham occupied an adjacent room and hid in waiting; from this position, he could hear everything and then make his play:

Trevor Castle’s screams followed by an execution by shotgun, approaching footsteps… when Jake began to kick down the door, Loyalham didn’t yet make his move.

It must be timed correctly…

More sounds: the door was down.. Jake Wilson was in... Jake entering the room and calling “Penny” out.

NOW…

His adrenaline pumping, Loyalham stepped out from behind a wall, silent as a ninja, revolver in hand. Sure enough, the outline of Jake Wilson’s back faced him from within his office. Jake stepped back slightly as a terrified-looking blue-haired Nikita faced him on a rolling chair.

Jon Loyalham wasted no time in using a single hand to press the gun's barrel straight up to the back of Wilson’s charred skull. Jon wasted no time in clicking the revolver once.

CLICK!

“Don’t move,” he said coldly. “Or I’ll blow your head clean off. DON’T fucking move.”

From behind him, Loyalham could smell a combination of dirt, blood, and steel. He was now in a room with a cold-blooded killing machine, the very entity that threatened to bleed the Violet Cloth Army dry.

In a spur-of-the-moment decision, Loyalham decided to gamble big. Originally, he had planned to just execute Wilson but now, an opportunity seemed to present itself.

History favors the bold. Everything is a gamble.


“Drop your weapons. DROP THEM NOW,” he said, his voice cold as ice.

“Are you kidding me?” Nikita protested, her face filled with fear. She was more than terrified of Wilson’s face. “Just… just SHOOT HIM ALREADY! Get it over with!”

Nikita didn’t like where this was going. Why didn’t Loyalham just shoot him?

“Shut the hell up,” Loyalham said firmly, his eyes never once leaving Jake. “Drop your weapons. Do it.”

To assert control, he pressed forward just slightly with his revolver. It was still touching the back of Wilson’s head. Loyalham felt strangely calm since Jake was holding both a shotgun and a machete on two different arms; it wasn’t the most maneuverable position. Loyalham felt confident he could pull the trigger if Wilson tried anything.

“Slowly… REAL SLOWLY…”

The option to execute remained if his enemy refused to play ball. Would Nemesis drop the weapons?
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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Thu Aug 20, 2020 2:47 pm

Nemesis and Jon Loyalham

Nemesis heard what Loyalham said. Out of all times where he had let his guard down, it was due to something stupid to the most basic traps that Nemesis can think of. "Son of a bitch.." Nemesis said, as he dropped the machete. "And the shotgun, asswipe.." Loyalham said, making sure that Nemesis had put down the shotgun also. "Put your hands up where I can see them." Loyalham ordered, where Nemesis raised his hands slowly.

"Good. You're willing to not screw up, so you don't get yourself killed." Loyalham said, knowing that his orders to Wilson were working. "You don't realize how much we had lost from you. Our valued members. Our prize assets. Our reputation. Because you really supposed to stay dead. This wasn't what things had to come to, but I'm severing loose ends like so."
"So you ready to kill me now?" Nemesis said to Loyalham, as Loyalham stood his ground, not wanting to be taunted by Wilson.
"I could...yes. But I'm more stoic and level-headed than Colemont. I'm still a man who can cut a deal or two. Even if I'm not a Colemont, the Loyalhams had helped the Colemonts for as long as I lived. Even if I'm the last of the Loyalhams, I still serve the Colemonts. Not some pompous meth cook that thinks he can win over the heart of Penny."
"So what are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is...things from the very beginning weren't meant to be like this."


"From the first of generations, there was the Colemonts and Loyalhams. While the Loyalhams didn't last, I was the one that helped the Colemonts, even if I wasn't in their blood. You see, Jake. The Colemonts value nepotism in their ranks. It was tradition that kept things running and it will be tradition that will continue to help the Violet Cloth Army. The family members were at the top, no matter what. Even if I spent decades working for the family and the Violet Cloth Army, I was still the one that controlled most of the army. And who better to lead was none other than Alex Colemont. Alex...well. He was the one that really led the family. He would have been one to reach a better outcome than this."

Loyalham took a step back from Nemesis, while still pointing the gun at the back of his skull.

"However, I could probably blame fate in this situtation. And probably due to the fact that Alex didn't anything to help his own daughters."
"Don't you still serve Penny?"
"Of course. However, you need to understand that she's still young to serve and rule over the Violet Cloth Army. I taught her the ropes. I shown her everything. Her and her daughter Alice were ones who were the last of the Colemonts. Hadn't Alex or his wife died, he would have been better than me to teach her everything. You still remember why Penny went after your family, correct?"
"My brother's son or my nephew, if you will, killed one of the Colemonts. It was that woman Alice, wasn't it?"
"Exactly. Your nephew Carl was the one that killed Alice. And this screwed up Penny's mind. Both of the sisters relied on the other. They were the only two left in the Colemonts. After Alice was killed, Penny broke down. She was sick and the only things that could help her calm down or restrain her were gone. All of the stress, depression, and loss of sanity was what really sent her over the edge. I figure you would have been ok if she only had Carl killed, correct?"

"....Right." Nemesis said to Loyalham, knowing this was true.
"But it was due to one fucking prick to ruin everything and get us here now. Victor Fucking Miller. I didn't ask for Penny to do this. To kill your family. However, Miller wanted power. And what better way to get power was from Colemont herself. He was nothing but a silver tongued bitch in sheep's clothing. Miller was the one who got into her head."

"So you're saying that my family is dead, because of Miller? And that my own children and wife would still be alive, if Miller didn't manipulate her? You saw this happening from a mile away and you done NOTHING." Nemesis started to turn around with his hands up, as he gave a death glare at Loyalham. However, Loyalham fought the presence that Nemesis gave. "I had the leader of the Violet Cloth Army threaten me, if I went against her word! Along with the fact that she was murder happy, most of us didn't have a choice. Some, like Jed Hackaway, just embraced the madness. Colemont believed with Miller's ideas that if all of the Wilsons dead, including you, she wouldn't have to worry about another bloodline trying to ruin or destroy what was left of the Colemonts. In the end, I think she would see it as poetic justice. Penny is the only one left in the Colemonts, I'm the only one left in the Loyalhams, and you're the only one left in the Wilsons."

"But I'm not going to let that turd Miller get away from this. That's why I hadn't killed you yet."
"So you want me to do what? Sever open the apple that ruined the bunch?"
"With Miller gone, we can rest easily. Think of it, Jake. All the misery that Miller has caused. If you kill him, you can get your revenge. He was the one that led to this. He poisoned and used Colemont. If you join me. To help slay him in front of us. We can be free. Free from the influence he committed. And I can make it worth your while. You nearly defeated us, after all. We want that power. Think about it, Wilson. All the power that you have. We can use it against those who wish to oppose us. Penny will understand you for the man that you are.

"What do you say? Do you wish to kill Miller for us, Jake?"

It already took Nemesis 5 seconds to decide in silence.

"No."

"What?" Loyalham said, keeping up his stoic behavior. "You don't seem to realize the obvious, Loyalham." Nemesis said to Loyalham.



"While I thank you for giving me more of a reason to mutiliate Victor Miller like the cancer that he is to the world, you still forgotten that you took over the only thing that mattered to me. My family. You can bribe me with your riches and weapons, but you can't bring back the thing that I love the most, which you helped kill off. Along the fact, that while you kept yourself in the shadows in your own levels of organized crime, you decided to attack the most innocent people that I know of. They never had any real and deliberate reason to antagonizing you, Colemont, or the Violet Cloth Army. How do I know that the Colemonts done the same thing that happened to me and my family to others, without my knowledge? How many Wilsons were there before me that didn't have a chance for revenge? How many innocents did you have to kill under the rug with the other skeletons in the closet to get the way of the Violet Cloth Army?"

"Ask me that, Loyalham."

Loyalham started to laugh while pointing the gun at Nemesis. "Jake, you can't possibly connect yourself with a bunch of nobodies that we killed. I can understand your justifications for the levels of violence you done, but you need to understand that you can't take down power. You can't.."
"I know you would probably kill me, if I have said no again, but I already knew you will still plan on killing me, regardless."

Suddenly, before Loyalham could fire a shot at Nemesis, Wilson immediately ducked as the shot ended up nearly hitting Nikita who screamed. Before Loyalham knew it, he gotten himself tackled, as he tried to point the revolver at Nemesis, but as he was getting pinned to the floor, Nemesis delivered a hook to Loyalham's face, nearly knocking him out. "Oh you're so fucking dead!" Loyalham yelled as the gun was pointed out of his hand. As Nemesis delivered a kick into Loyalham's gut, Nemesis made sure he was stunned enough, where Nemesis picked up the revolver and the machete from the floor.

"No! Don't you get it?! I'm giving you everything! We both have the same interests and you was willing to kill me!? You don't even know where Miller is!" Loyalham said, getting up to his feet, but was still crouched on the floor. "Where is he? Did he skipped town?"
"We had him skip town! He could be anywhere and I'm the only one where they threw him out into!" Loyalham yelled, as Nemesis readied his machete. "You can beg your life with all the excuses you want. After Penny dies, I'm making sure that the Violet Cloth Army and Miller are gone. This town has suffered enough from you and Penny's antics."

"Don't you fucking dare! No! NO-" Loyalham's words were silenced, as Nemesis brought down the machete onto Loyalham. Slashing and stabbing his body, until he was going limp and covered in wounds and blood. "Jesus, you fucking pyscho!" Nikita, who was still tied up at the chair, screamed at Nemesis, where he calmly walked over to her and freed her from her restraints. "Leave. Now." Nemesis said to Nikita, as she bolted out of the room and possibly away from the casino, along with Sean.

"Ok, Loyalham.. Let's see where I can try to find Penny." Nemesis remarked, as he searched Loyalham's body for any intel, until he found his cellphone. Nemesis checked the contacts to see some familiar names. The ones that Wilson had killed. However, he also found Colemont's name in contracts. Using her name in contracts, Nemesis started to call Penny.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Fri Aug 21, 2020 5:34 am

Inside the Colemont Mansion

Penny Colemont


The sounds of the piano continued to reverberate throughout the Gothic mansion.

The servant girl Thomasin walked in the piano room; she set down a silver tray filled with Macaron cookies and steaming tea in antique silverware on a table. Throughout this task, the servant made sure not to make a single noise.

Penny finished playing her music on the piano. She felt relaxed and at ease… in a peaceful state: The way forward was clear.

Suddenly, the phone in her dress pocket started to make a noise; the ringtone had been set to dollhouse music. Penny’s heart skipped a beat.

Just in time. Everything is as it should be.

Excitement and anticipation filled her as she promptly stood up and picked the phone out from inside her dress. It was a call from Loyalham.

Finally!

Loyalham will be rewarded beyond his wildest dreams.

Penny picked up her phone.

“Is it over?” she said breathlessly.




Colemont Estate Grounds

The tall, magnificent structure of the gothic Colemont Mansion stood in the middle of a large forested area in the Blue Hills countryside.

Outside the large imposing structure of the mansion itself (which housed all the servants and the guards), there was a fairly large courtyard and garden. The influence of Versailles was clear. The Colemonts went further, marble statues of angels and water fountains made from fine, glittering metal were placed throughout. The flowers were bright, plentiful, and dazzling in their colors. The overall effect was amazing; the illusion of a sort of paradise created.
A slice of heaven amidst an American state in turmoil, built up by an endless foundation of spilt blood and terror.

Even with the most conservative of estimates, the Colemont mansion, located on prime real estate, and its attendant grounds were worth upwards of several hundred million dollars. It was easily the most valuable piece of land on this side of the country.

The security of the mansion was considerable. Cameras watched everything. A comprehensive, set of steel fences and brick walls surrounded the vast property to protect it from burglars and looters.

On this night, a considerable force of guards, interspersed throughout the greeneries and carrying a variety of firearms were on patrol duty. They reported to Nadya Ivanov, who had helped to train and organize them. However, the war against Nemesis and the other gangs had drained the Violet Cloth Army of its manpower, and on this night the Mansion itself was not as well guarded as it was on usual occasion.

It was a very chilly and windy night. The moon, with a hint of crimson, was up in the otherwise dark sky. Blackness descended upon the vast Colemont property except in carefully lighted spots. On this night, the vast and endless ocean of pine trees that formed a massive forest surrounding the property seemed to exude some kind of a threat, as if nature itself threatened to engulf the property and its inhabitants.




Outside the Colemont Estate Grounds

A large delivery van painted with bright red and yellow colors and carrying the logo “Ronald’s Pizza” showed up. The single driver looked rather nervous as he stopped the car by the tall steel gate. He walked up to the intercom screen. He pressed a button or two.

“Hi…. Err… This is Ronald’s Pizza,” he cleared his throat. “I’m here for the pizza delivery.”

He waited a few minutes.

“The… the what?” a voice replied.

“Pizza delivery.”

“We didn’t order any,” a brusque voice replied back over the COM. “You’ve made a mistake. … … WAIT! How… HOW did you find this address anyways?”

“Hmmm are you sure you didn’t order?” the befuddled delivery man asked. “Cause I’ve got a large order set down here, a whole van’s worth. Fifteen large Ronald’s Supreme with no onions, five whole party set C orders, twenty baked lasagnas-“

“Wait… BACK UP THERE JUST A SEC- DON’T MOVE!“

There was a very loud clicking sound as the automated steel gates swung wide open. The pizza man stepped back a bit, slightly intimidated.Three guards in leather coats faced him, one of them was very clearly carrying an assault rifle. The blood drained from the pizza delivery man’s face. An assault rifle? Was this even legal in the state? WHAT DID HE GET HIMSELF INTO NOW?

He barely backed a few steps when the rifle was pointed straight at him. The other two guards rushed in and grabbed his arms firmly from two sides.

“Now I’ll only ask this ONCE buster,” the guard with the rifle said as he advanced, keeping it pointed. “Who the FUCK told you how to find us?”

“I… I don’t know man!” the poor boy cried out. “I… I got a call and they gave me detailed directions, gave me a big order and it-“

“WHO THE HELL CALLED YOU?!”

“I… I DUNNO! Y… you?!”

The guards started to handle the pizza man somewhat roughly. More mansion guards were showing up.

A fourth guard standing in an interior booth began to radio the situation to the interior. The orders soon came to search the pizza delivery van… comprehensively.




Inside Colemont Mansion

Nadya Ivanov

From inside the Mansion, Nadya was not having a good day. She had yet to report the situation to Penny and she wasn’t looking forward to that.

“You EEEEE-diots,” she said roughly over the COM. “No one can order pizza here. We don’t order any pizzas here. This address isn’t even listed. Search him carefully. Something’s off. TAKE CARE OF IT.”




Outside the Colemont Estate Grounds

Victor Miller

From a distance and well-hidden amongst the pines, Victor Miller set the binoculars down. It worked better than he expected.

Good… now I have the time…

A wide psychotic grin was on the handsome man’s face as he checked the clips inside his silenced handgun before pocketing it into his dark coat. Then he walked to the back of his carefully parked car in the middle of the forest. Popping it open, he revealed that he had a number of explosive charges, leftovers from his ill-fated deal to advance the plot to bomb Blue Hills Cemetery.

He pulled out his trump card: a large, easy-to-affix car bomb that could be wired as a booby trap.

Perfection. Next time she goes for a drive… KA BOOM!

Victor’s plan was as simple as it was sneaky. Victor knew his ex' travelling habits. Penny would always wait on the front porch of the mansion for her driver to show up with the car; hence a simple car bomb wouldn't do the trick because it would only take the driver. Victor factored this into his calculations: the murder weapon was carefully calibrated. The bomb was set to go off exactly thirty minutes after engine ignition (well after the driver moved the car to the front and unwittingly took Penny along on a ride straight to hell).

While he had been lighting himself up in drugs, he had considered a large number of lethal breakup fantasies.

Sneaking into the kitchens, bribing the servants, and having them poison the evening soup. Gunning into the property Rambo style. Hiding on the highway to rob and kill… The most bombastic of all: walking up to the mansion, calling Penny out for a confrontation, and then gutting her with a knife in the chest in front of the wide-eyed guards… then swaying them over to his side as the new lord of the Colemont Estate with a display of charisma, forceful will, and skillful speech-making. The satisfaction would be immense but he deemed the risks to be too astronomical.

FUCK YOU NADYA!

In the end, he had settled for a less flashy option; one that took full advantage of his inside knowledge of the Mansion’s security and layout… a sneaky but brutally effective assassination. The only downside would be that he wouldn’t be able to see the death itself.

However… If I cannot run the Colemont crime empire… then NO ONE CAN. NO ONE.

While the guards were distracted by the pizza he had ordered for them, he would throw a grappling hook over the tall wall on the opposite side… scale the walls and enter the estate grounds while carrying the carefully calibrated bomb on his back. He was fairly certain that in the cover of darkness and with the distractions at the front gate, he could bypass the security camera operator’s focus and the attention of the guards.

The Mansion’s large size is its own worst weakness. They cannot watch everything. I’ve visited the camera rooms myself.

He knew the way into the Mansion’s garage, where the cars were kept. A card key was required to enter but of course, during Victor’s stay at the Colemont Estate, the sneaky young man had made effective duplicates of all mansion keys and electronic passes (he really was the worst boyfriend).

He would plant the bomb under Penny’s usual car, the one her personal driver always used… carefully sneak back to the place he had entered, climb the wall again and then get out of town.

By the time anyone figured out what had happened, he would have a new name and identity in a new US state.

You shouldn’t have messed with me Penny. This is the day of RETRIBUTION. You’ve let out THE MONSTER NOW.

He giggled with unwholesome joy at the thought of the incoming doom. He strapped the car bomb to his back, and then he put on a large, dark ski mask. Victor Miller now somewhat resembled a burglar (except one wearing an aristocratic black coat with white frilly sleeve showing)… As much as he would love to loot the Mansion itself, he decided the damned guards made that impractical.

As he approached the segment of the wall he intended to scale… his vision blurred just slightly. His drug-infused circulation system was beating at full momentum. He was at a high point, he felt invincible, this was the final culmination of the will of Victor Miller, son of a drunken factory worker. He was about to literally alter the course of history itself!

“Here I go… hehehe…”

He raised his grappling hook; it was attached to the end of a long set of thick ropes.

It was somewhat harder to breath in that ski mask than he had expected, but no matter.

Victor stepped forward slightly as he began to spin the grappling hook like a lasso in preparation for the throw.

TAKE THIS!

He hurled the thing up at full force. It landed half a meter short of the necessary height. There was a slight clanking sound as it collided against the tall brick wall and then fell back down again.

SHIT… shit shit shit SHIT!

Victor couldn’t believe it. His aim was off.

He tried to throw it again. Another miss.

Oh shit… the guards could hear this ruckus!

Okay… calm down Victor… calm down. You can do this. You can do this. YOU CAN DO THIS.

He re-focused himself, and then tried again, this time with a bit of running momentum and extra force.

Thankfully, this time, his throw was perfect. The grappling hook landed itself cleanly between several of the spikes at the very top of the wall.

Alright… here I go… HA… HA HA HA!

He rubbed his gloved hands together, his eyes lighting up with evil inside his ski mask.

Victor stepped forward, grabbed the rope, and began the climb up the wall… he climbed about one and a half meter…

WHY the HELL is this so hard?

The friction against his gloved hands was unbearable, and he had to literally climb, against a huge portion of his own weight... the bomb, strapped to his back, felt unduly burdensome.

No… no no no… I MUST NOT GIVE UP! I MUST NOT GIVE UP ON MY DREAMS! .. I HAVE TO PERSEVERE!

The vision kept him motivated… that of avenging the ultimate injustice of this breakup. There was that dream that kept him going: Penny Colemont, dressed in her finest clothes, getting up in the morning and stepping into that car of doom. The ensuring explosion. Him, Victor Miller, a silent, unsung hero of class warfare.

I… I MUST DO THIS AAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHH!

He slipped a few more inches but he kept going…

Hey this is kind of fun!

Victor was about two-thirds up now.
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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Fri Aug 21, 2020 12:55 pm

Nemesis

Nemesis heard the breathless voice of Penny over the phone. Wherever she was, she might be hiding like Miller, but Nemesis wasn't quite sure. "Loyalham is dead, Penny." Nemesis bluntly said over the phone to Penny, as one of the Violet Cloth Army's top men were dead. The sense of fear as things were clearly falling apart.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Fri Aug 21, 2020 2:10 pm

Penny Colemont

W... what?!

The words struck her like a bucket of ice cold water.

"Wh... WHO IS THIS?!" she demanded, sounding rather hysterical and panicked. "Who are you?"

It wasn't Jon Loyalham's voice. Jake had made such a shocking statement that Penny didn't immediately put two and two together, seeing as the call came from Loyalham's phone.

WAIT...!
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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Fri Aug 21, 2020 2:30 pm

Infected Mushroom wrote:Penny Colemont

W... what?!

The words struck her like a bucket of ice cold water.

"Wh... WHO IS THIS?!" she demanded, sounding rather hysterical and panicked. "Who are you?"

It wasn't Jon Loyalham's voice. Jake had made such a shocking statement that Penny didn't immediately put two and two together, seeing as the call came from Loyalham's phone.

WAIT...!


Nemesis

"It's me, Penny. Wilson. Jake Wilson. You heard what I said. Loyalham is dead." Nemesis said, as he can feel the tension from Penny. He got her scared now.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Fri Aug 21, 2020 2:57 pm

Penny Colemont

N.... NO!

A beautiful dream had been shattered with no warning; once the crystal ball was in pieces, there were bits and pieces of nasty goo seeping out...

The young woman's blood ran cold as she trembled, the full impact of this hitting her... her mouth dropped open and her eyes were wide open with shock. She was unable to speak for a few seconds as she stepped back against a wall.

This... this is IMPOSSIBLE. He... he had a whole ARMY with him.

First Jed and now Loyalham too!

The Violet Cloth Army couldn't afford these losses. Wilson had killed too many of her people.

But... but he's only ONE PERSON!

The denial came but it was quickly replaced by an all-consuming rage. She gripped the phone so tightly that it might break; her pale face turned a slight shade of purple, her other hand balling into a fist.

"Listen up you freak," she said angrily, resorting to threats. "The... the day of your death is coming... very... VERY SOON. You don't know what you've gotten yourself into!"

She tried to reign in the mounting desperation in her voice.

In a corner of the room, a frightened looking Thomasin turned and promptly walked out of the room, not wanting to be anywhere close to this.

An all-consuming bloodlust washed over the blue-haired woman, but there was no release from it. Things were not going her way.

"You won't get away with this!" she raged.

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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Fri Aug 21, 2020 3:09 pm

Nemesis

"Listen up you freak," she said angrily, resorting to threats. "The... the day of your death is coming... very... VERY SOON. You don't know what you've gotten yourself into!"


"I wouldn't have gotten myself into this mess. However, you were one of the two that brought me into this. You gave me no option to back out. Especially after all that you done." Nemesis said, tighting Loyalham's cell phone.

"I know you're still in Blue Hills somewhere, Colemont. I might save that weasel Miller last, wherever he is. You might as well tell me where you are. We're going to settle this, once and for all."
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Fri Aug 21, 2020 4:32 pm

Penny Colemont

Penny felt a chill run down her spine. He knew Victor by name. Also, he had killed most of her organisation off, and now he intended to kill her next. If she gave the address, surely he would come.

"I... I won't tell you where I am," she insisted. "You'll... you'll NEVER find this place; do you hear this? There... there's only one way this story ends and its with your slow and painful death!"

The painting... it must be completed. The entire set... I must have the entire set of corpses, all of the Wilsons...

Yet at this moment, that seemed more unreachable than ever.




Jacob Fairs

In a large room within the mansion, Jacob was morosely mopping the floor in a vast room filled with antique knight armour suits, shields, and swords. A massive mirror with a rectangular, glittering gold frame covered a wall. A crystal chandelier hung down from the ceiling.

Thomasin walked by just outside, she was talking in a hushed voice to another servant woman. There was excitement in their voices as they paused to discuss. Jacob overheard this:

"How do you know Loyalham is dead?" the other girl asked.

"She only takes calls from him now," Thomasin said. "Everything goes from her to him and then out. Besides, it was OBVIOUS from her reaction."

"We better stay away then. She might kill one of us again."

"Yeah I'll tell the others. HUSH THOUGH."

With all that said, they walked right by the room without turning or noticing Jacob.

Jacob stood up at attention, mop still in hand.

REALLY?

It became clear which way the wind was blowing now; the day of freedom was near. He hesitated... in many ways it would be irresponsible and possibly unethical. He'd endanger the whole Mansion along with his fellow workers and not everyone here had been mean to him.

But then memories of years and years of abuse and humiliation flashed before his eyes. His fellow server Alfred so callously executed and discarded like garbage...

No... this is not how it should be. I have dignity too!

He made up his mind. Setting down his mop, he walked with determination and purpose past several halls into his private quarters, a modest and small undecorated room. Checking to see that no one had followed him or heard him, he sneakily closed the door.

Clearing his throat, he walked forward and reached a hand under his mattress.

It was there as he expected: the hidden cell phone. He had secretly bought it without telling anyone, in the off chance he could establish communication with the other team.

Now he may have that chance. There was the possibility that Wilson had Loyalham's phone... he, Jacob, had the number too.

There was a feeling of surreal excitement. Was he really going to do this?

Ah damn it!

He got down to it. The following text was composed:

I'm a servant inside Colemont Mansion. I am texting you without them knowing and this is dangerous for me.

You have no reason to trust me, but I want you to win. My reasons are personal. They treat me and my kind like garbage. She killed my friend, an innocent servant, for no reason and had him dumped into a car like trash. Any of us could be next.

I'm very sorry about your family.

The address is this (*insert detailed GPS coordinates and listed address, including the false listing of the property). All I ask, is that you target only the wicked, the servants are innocent.

There's 11-14 guards. They have lots of guns. Please be careful.

A Secret Admirer


Jacob hesitated... then he did it. He hit the Send button. He had effectively snitched on his betters, and it was terrifying, satisfying, and exciting all at once.

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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Fri Aug 21, 2020 9:41 pm

Nemesis

"You do realize that me not finding you isn't going to kill me. All that will do is end up giving you time." Nemesis said, as the phone gave out a notification of a text message. He only saw it for a few seconds, but he can already tell it was intel.

"Penny. I will see you soon." Nemesis hung up the phone, where he checked the text message. He knew he can't trust whoever sent it, but Nemesis felt like it wasn't Miller. "A secret admirer, huh? From inside of the mansion." He checked the details of the property. It doesn't contain info that it belonged to Colemont, however it was possible that the names that were present were in fact aliases. Even though, whoever sent Nemesis this information, at least they warned him to be aware that there were going to be tons of guards. The weapons that Loyalham's men had dropped could be useful as extra ammo. From the looks of it, Nemesis was better off with a shotgun and his machete. However, it's always good to carry around an assault rifle that had a better stream of cover fire.

For Miller, he will find him somehow. However, what Nemesis didn't seem to realize was that Miller was in the middle of plans of his own..
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Sun Aug 23, 2020 11:32 am

Colemont Estate Grounds

Victor Miller

In some ways, descending down from the high wall was even more terrifying than climbing it. He forced himself to avoid looking down, but it was still quite a struggle.

Victor was finally inside the estate grounds, boots on the ground. He was aware that he was on a timer.

Alright… now where’s the garage? In and out… how do you like special forces Victor coming in eh? How do you like this EH?! YOU FUCKING WHORE!

As a series of night winds blew about the gardens, sending leaves blowing about, the sneaky Miller prowled through the gardens like a silent viper ready to strike. He stuck to the hedges and used the darkness to his advantage. He kept a hand inside his coat, gripping a hidden silenced pistol carefully; his eyes alert behind his ski mask.

They will never see this one coming- WHOA!

Hearing some noise, he hid behind one of the statues. A terrified and desperate voice rang out:

“Hey LOOK… I’m just a deliveryman! I’m… I’m JUST A DELIVERY MAN! I just DELIVER PIZZA!”

Too close…

Victor peeked out from behind a marble angel statue. About three meters ahead by one of the water fountains, the pizza deliveryman was standing there, his hands desperately raised, his face a mask of terror. His clothes were soaked with his blood and his face was a mess.

Four or so estate thugs surrounded him; one of them was carrying a large assault rifle. A grinning gangster was pointing a revolver straight at the defenseless Ronald’s Pizza employee.

Victor knew the four thugs by name:

The tall one with the assault rifle in the leather coat was one of Nadya’s better protégées, Sergei Gregorovich (he was a calm one).

The others were two regulars Blue Hills thugs, Rupert James and Ted “Handy” Stanton.

Wow they must be getting desperate, THESE guys on guard duty?

The one aiming the revolver though, he was a scary one, though in a pathetic sort of way. Ron Higgins, a grinning, psychopathic Jed fanboy. One could readily tell from the way he dressed: he always sported a fedora and he even used the same exact revolver model. However, he was noticeably less handsome, less fit, and less tall than his hero.

Well now that Jed is gone I suppose someone has to become the new Butcher… He’s too much of a knock off though…

“I... I WANT TO GO HOME! Wait- DON’T!”

BANG! BANG!

Victor grimaced slightly as he watched as Ron executed the prisoner from a safe distance with revolver fire. The first bullet struck the young man in his chest, the second one went straight through the head… the innocent man’s corpse crumpled against the outer edges of the fountain.

Victor sighed to himself.

Oh well kid… I’ll make sure your sacrifice was worthwhile. Peace.

In his drugged up state, Victor made a hand sign that signaled the Holy Trinity, as if ironically sending the deceased to the next world. Chuckling silently, Victor turned around and walked in another direction.

It’s going to take them a while for them to deal with the corpse so I’ll have more time.

Victor walked by another large section of the gardens. There was close to no one. He was careful to bypass known security cam spots.

Finally, he came within range of the Mansion itself. The remaining guards would be posted at the main doors, so Victor took a roundabout way to get to the garage.

His heart was beating so fast it threatened to pop out of his chest. He had never felt so much thrill and excitement in his life. It was like a dream except this was real somehow…

Victor reached the door. After checking around to ensure no one was watching, he pulled out his security pass and rang it against the electronic reader.

BEEP!

BINGO!

The Mansion’s garage door began to slide up and the lights inside tuned on, revealing a very vast hangar filled with many rows of cars; almost at once. Victor wasted no time in sneaking himself inside and closing the garage door behind him.

Time to get to work!

At this hour, he was fairly certain none of the servants would be attending to this area. He was alone, and now he had all the time in the world to set the bomb correctly.

This is it… this is it… THIS IS IT!

Grinning like a maniac, Victor rushed over and got to the large black Cardillac, the one favored by Colemont. Whistling to himself, he stopped to catch his breath. Then he proceeded to take down the bomb that was strapped to his back. It would take a good few minutes to set the thing up correctly but he had time.

Victor was hard to work. He began to set the bomb and attach it to the vehicle.

He was vaguely aware of the irony of the entire situation. The Mansion parking hangar used to have security cameras, but Penny had them uninstalled a few weeks before so that she and Victor could have some privacy down here as well.

We had some good times together didn’t we whore?

Yes… there is symbolism in my retribution… You will now get what’s coming…




Inside Colemont Mansion

Penny Colemont

“I will see you soon…”

The words of Nemesis sent a chill down her spine.

“What do you mean by this?” she said angrily. “Hey I’m talking to-“

Jake Wilson had hung up.

Penny set down the phone; her eyes wide open with shock and disbelief. She sat herself down on a chair, lost in morose thought and seemingly traumatized.

The Violet Cloth Army was in trouble now. Jon Loyalham was a piece she could not afford to lose. If Jed was the VCA’s enforcement, Loyalham was its chief strategist and tactical organizer.

Wilson has cut off both hands… the right hand first and now the left hand too…

This… this isn’t FAIR!

Penny Colemont stood up and let out a howl of anger. She rushed forward and grabbed the nearest item she could reach. An antique Chinese vase was hurled across the room. It exploded against the wall as its pieces scattered all over the floor.

“DAMN YOU ALL!” she screamed. “DAAAAAAAAMN IT!”

No… you will not win… YOU WILL NOT WIN! This… this is MY TOWN!

Her face livid with rage, she turned around and walked out of the room.

“NADYA!” she shouted with rage. “NADYAAAAAAAA!”




A meeting had been called in a large room in the mansion. Paintings of nightmarish landscapes and distorted faces in the surrealist style adorned the walls.

Two rows of chairs had been placed to face an elevated platform at the front. The room was structured in accordance with the hierarchical structure of the organization, Penny and the captains gave the orders, everyone else fell in line.

There was hushed and worried chatter amongst the remaining Violet Cloth Army gangsters and guards who were seated. There were thirteen of them left in total.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Didn’t you hear? I heard Loyalham’s dead…”

“NO… NO FUCKING WAY.”

“Yo I don’t really like this.”

Morale was at an all-time low at this point.

There was a loud bang as a set of doors up at the platform swung open. Penny Colemont entered, Nadya Ivanov was by her side.

As Penny took center stage… Nadya, who wore her trademark Soviet cap with the red star, walked over and stood in a corner of the podium, she propped her sawed off shotgun against her shoulder. She stood still as a statue and her face was cold and emotionless.

On this occasion, Penny wore a very expensive gothic white lace dress with long sleeves and violet leather boots. She wore a necklace with a single blood-red gemstone. Her face appeared even more pallid than usual; a very large navy blue flower pin was visible in a corner of her medium-length blue hair.

The elevated platform made the short, doll-like woman appear taller than usual.

Almost at once, the room fell deathly silent.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” she said, her eyes sweeping the crowd. “There’s been another attack from Jake Wilson, and we’ve lost some good people… some fine people. This upsets me greatly and I want to see his blood.”

She paused briefly, as if paying respects. Then she said:

“In response to this, I will be upping the reward for Jake Wilson’s head to two million dollars.”

There was a brief murmur of excitement but it quickly stopped when Penny spoke again.

“He who brings me the last of the Wilson bloodline, that person shall have avenged my dear Alice and that person… I shall reward him with more than treasure alone. He shall have title. He shall have glory. He shall become a true hero of the Violet Cloth Army.”

She paused before saying dramatically: “Tonight we rest… for tomorrow we hunt.”

Many of the gang members nodded, but some looked unconvinced.

Penny continued, pacing around just slightly:

“As you all know, we are going though trying times. And there have been rumors that we have grown WEAK… decadent and ineffective. That our numbers have dwindled, that we have taken irreplaceable loss, and that we are no longer a house to be feared. I just want to clarify that… this is not the case. These statements… they are nothing but LIES from the enemy.”

In order to make herself more credible, Colemont attempted to stir up the xenophobia; she stopped to gaze fiercely into the eyes of the audience:

“This is OUR land. OUR state. For hundreds of years we have run this place and we will continue for thousands more. Now these enemies… the Mexicans, the blacks, the Italians… they want to take our birthright. They come to this state, and they trample on tradition, civility, honor; they spit on our ways. However, THEY… ARE… WEAK. They do not have the numbers, the unity, the discipline, nor the money for theirs is a state of perpetual savagery so WHAT DO THEY DO? They LIE and attempt to create and sow discordance and fear amongst our ranks. … I want to clarify this now and speak Truth.”

Penny proceeded to spread further propaganda of her own. She raised a hand, her manicured fingers formed a claw-like shape as she proceeded to lie unashamedly.

“The Violet Cloth Army has NEVER been stronger,” she said. “We have MORE soldiers than ever, MORE money than ever, and ours is the command of the government, the police, the judiciary. We have NEVER been in a better position, NEVER been stronger.”

This seemed to confuse many of the thugs. It was a very different narrative, and many of them had seen things go downhill.

“Tomorrow we will march out en masse,” Penny said. “And we will do what we should have done from the VERY start… TOTAL WAR. EVERY bloodline that has opposed us will cease to be. EVERY insect and EVERY piece of slime that opposes the great Violet Cloth Army, they and their families, their wives and their children will be slaughtered… this is the new policy and I command it. The rivers… they will run red with the blood of our enemies!"

Many gang members nodded savagely. Many found her expressed bloodlust so inspiring that they forgot that they had lost huge numbers in gang wars, that Jed was dead and that… well… not everyone forgot.

A gang member sitting at the front row stood up; it was Tom “Thugface” Nelson.

There was a pause as everyone turned to face him. He said to Penny:

“Is it true that Loyalham is dead and that we’re mostly what’s left? … and… and if that’s true, how can you say we’re still fine?”

In response, Penny promptly pulled out a revolver, effortlessly aimed it and fired two shots at Tom Nelson. Tom’s body jerked around briefly as the two bullets struck him in the chest and sent him to the next world.

BANG! BANG!

Eustace Grimes of Nemo’s Junkyard, who was sitting behind Tom, stood up in shock and terror as Tom Nelson’s corpse fell down and the weight caused the chair to topple over.

From her position on the platform, Nadya wasted no time in aiming her sawed-off shotgun at everyone in the room, a show of loyalty to the Leader, as if daring anyone to question.

There was a collective shudder and a deathly silence. Eustace stood awkwardly behind the fallen Tom; everyone else around him remained seated. No one dared say anything further.

Penny’s gun was still out; she was really having a bad day.

“Any other questions?” Penny asked.

There weren’t any.

“Good,” she said. “I believe I’ve spoken my piece. Now… please go back to your posts and protect this place. For tomorrow, we will make history.”

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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Mon Sep 07, 2020 11:35 pm

Nemesis

Rupert James was patroling the outside with 3 other guards, until he heard a whisper from someone behind him. Immediately out of instinct, he aimed his assault rifle at whoever was behind him. "The fuck!? Eustace! You scared the shit out of me!" Rupert scolded him, as he knew that Nemesis was supposed to be coming. "Keep your voice down. I don't know what to do after what Penny said."
"Look. We're going to get this guy and we're going to kill him fair and square. Like what? It's just one guy. There's already going to be an ambush with Nadya's help inside the mansion."
"Ok, I know that. But you think Colemont going to start a Helter Skelter race war after we kill him? What about the police and shit? I keep hearing stuff about that explosion that Victor did!"

"Look. You do what you're paid to do. We're going to get this guy, where we're going to celebrate by killing some more people. It's a good point, Grimes. Now, shut the fuck up and get back inside the mansion. Do it or I radio Nadya."
"Right! Right..." Grimes headed back to the mansion with his own rifle, as Rupert James continued to patrol the building.



Perched on a ledge overlooking the mansion, Nemesis had parked his truck a mile away in the woods, so there wasn't the risk of anyone patrolling in the woods that would catch him. However, it looked like no one was too suicidal enough to be patrolling around the estate in the woods. "So this is where they are all hiding at." Nemesis said, as he observed the guards that were in the gardens of the estate.
"Is this the Alamo? Because this is literally the Alamo."
"This is different, Reed. Colemont and her goons are here. I'm such a moron that it's here of all places."
"Didn't the property information online showed you that this place was supposed to be a private art collector's place? You think that's how they managed to keep a low profile? Especially with this place."
"Looks like that palace in France or whatever. Probably fitting. The last time I saw her before she put a bullet into my head and put me in the coma, she was dressed like a fancy porcelain doll. It could be similar tastes from her parents."

"You're directly going into a suicidal mission. Plus, what are you going to do after this? Head to Canada and be a fur trapper?

"I got a machete and some guns. They will most likely have heavier firepower, but I'm not dying until Colemont dies as well. As for Miller, if I survive long enough, I might track him down and put his head on a car hood as an ornament. Come on." Nemesis started to approach the estate walls, where he noticed that there was some cameras at the front, overlooking the surrounding forest. However, there were still gaps that Nemesis could use to sneak directly under them. Nemesis crept near the entrance at the main gate. It wasn't one of those gates that can open by itself, you have to buzz in at the intercom to have someone let you in. However, Nemesis wasn't going to do that. He took a quick peek and saw that someone was patrolling near the front gate at the fountain. It was Ted Stanton, as he was glimpsing the body of the slain pizza delivery man as he looked over at the front gate. No one was there.


Inside of the mansion, a little-known but eager to serve for the Violet Cloth Army goon John Hopsack was checking security cameras in a neat little room inside of the halls of the manor, acting as Nadya's set of eyes and to the men outside to radio them on the arrival of Wilson. As he was checking through monitors, it wasn't until one of the cameras overlooking the entrance near the front gate was when Hopsack immediately knew something was up.



"Stanton? Stanton, come in!" Hopsack radioed Stanton as he was near the front gate and the fountain. "The hell is it?"
"One of the cameras outside of the grounds is down. You heard anything?"
"Nothing. It's just me and this dead guy."
"You need to check outside the gate to see why the camera is down! It could be the guy we're after!"
"You still see me on camera?"
"Near the fountain. But you're already almost out of frame."
"I'm heading over to the gate to see why the camera is down." Stanton radioed Hopsack, as he drew his gun ready as he approached the gate. At the gate, he tried to poke his head out to see what's wrong with the camera, but he couldn't get a good glimpse at it.

"Stanton. I'm at the gate. I can't tell what's wrong with the camera."
"The fuck you want me to do?"
"Open the gate quick! I run out quick to see what's up. I got a loaded shotgun with birdshot, so this guy will be iced!" Stanton said, as Hopsack was hesitant, until he gotten the gate open, which Stanton ran out with the shotgun already being aimed at every direction he can imagine. He let the gate close, as he went to the position where the camera was near. He already saw the camera on the top of the wall, however he knew something was wrong. There was some sort of weird pointy metal shuriken or something jabbed into the lens of the camera.
"Stanton! It's busted! It's like someone threw a spike into it!"
"Is there anyone out there right now?" Hopsack demanded, as Stanton again aimed his shotgun all around the outside of the gate, where he saw no one nearby. He can't tell if there was anyone in the woods nearby or if Wilson was playing tricks on him.

"Hopsack, get the gate back open! I need you to radio Nadya that someone is already near the mansion!" Stanton radioed to Hopsack, as he was getting the gate open to let Stanton through in a second, however, after slipping through the gate, someone else slipped through the gate as well. After as Stanton heard the gate closing, he didn't bother to realize at first, why there was a second set of footsteps he heard in the dirt. In a sleek moment, Stanton's mouth was immediately covered by a hand, as Nemesis's machete was plunged deep through the back and out through the chest. A silent kill, which Nemesis made sure to hide, as he started to drag the body near the fountain, while making sure to avoid the sight of some cameras.

Rupert James was patrolling near some bushes, where he thought he heard a rustle in some rose bushes nearby. Not wanting to risk it, James aimed his assault rifle towards the bushes, as he shined his flashlight to see if anyone was inside. As he was investigating, Nemesis struck again in the same manner, before he dumped James's body into the bushes. Eustace Grimes was near another fountain, much smaller but gave off some peace and he felt alone as he was outside. Nemesis had a bit of trouble with him. As Nemesis was about to do his kill, Grimes started to turn around at the last second, where he immediately noticed Nemesis. "SH-" Grimes's words were silenced, as Nemesis done a downward slash at Grimes, where he was hacked at the head, but still standing. Wanting to make sure he was really dead, Nemesis plunged his machete into Grimes's chest, before he grabbed him and forced him head first into the fountain, drowning him to make sure he really shut up and not give away his position.

"I don't need any fucking help, you Russian bastard! I can take him on!" Ron Higgins yelled at Sergei Gregorovich, as Higgins wasn't having it for Gregorovich's orders. "He's extremely dangerous, Higgins. I'm not letting you patrol alone."
"What about the garage?! Are there even people at the garage? How come the mansion isn't getting an extra guard or two there! I can see for miles and miles and I will make sure he's dead!"
Gregorovich lets out a frustrated sigh, as he immediately told Higgins this, as he was heading back into the mansion. "I will be notifying Nadya of this. Along with Colemont."
"Up yours!" Higgins yelled at him, as he went out in the middle of the gardens and courtyard, as he looked around with his revolver.

"Higgins, come in! Higgins?" Hopsack radioed Higgins, as he copied. "What is it, Hopsack?"
"You're the only person that responding to my radio calls. Where's everyone else in the courtyard?" Hopsack said, where Higgins looked around to notice the lack of people nearby. "Ohh.... Ohhh!!! Hopsack! Raise the alarm! He's here! He's fucking here! I know it! Get some people ready, because I know that fucker is here!" Higgins told Hopsack, as he got his revolver ready.

"Alright, Wilson! Stick your head out! I got a bullet with your name on it!" Hopsack taunted Nemesis, as he was more alert, while being aware that reinforcements were going to be coming for Wilson's head. "You can hide, but I can smell your filthy ass!" Higgins started to check around the fountains, but he saw nothing. As he was walking near a large marble statue that showed what appeared to be a mix of a gargoyle and an angel, Nemesis immediately attacked from cover near the statue, slashing at Higgins's leg. Higgins was taken aback. Pain was already happening, but he wanted to be the one to blow the man's head off. Pointing his revolver, the gun went off, but Nemesis immediately slashed Higgins's chest, as he fell forward with his arms supporting him from hitting the ground. "No! You motherfucker! I'm a natural!"

"I know a copycat when I see one." Nemesis said, as he brought the machete down, decapitating Higgins, as a different type of fountain popped out from his severed neck, squirting blood into the air and grass. It wasn't until Nemesis heard a yell from near the mansion was when Nemesis knew he had to resort to a little Plan B. "He's in the gardens! Shoot anything that fucking moves!" a gang member yelled, as a trio of reinforcements got their guns ready, as they were combing the gardens. However, the sound of gunshots immediately erupted as Nemesis had snatched an assault rifle from one of the dead men, as Nemesis felt like he was a soldier again back in the war. Taking down these guys weren't a problem. After he was done, he was going to break down the front doors and get inside.
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Postby Infected Mushroom » Thu Sep 10, 2020 2:25 am

Inside Colemont Mansion

Penny Colemont


Penny sat at her desk in the Command Center; the Violet Cloth Army leader was typing on her laptop. It was time to move some funds into place, mobilize a few contacts, deploy a few pieces, update a few kill contracts.

Her mind was hellbent on the scores of killing that would take place on the next day.

The fireplace was cackling in the hearth; nightmarish paintings hung on the walls. Penny’s chair resembled a throne of sorts.

It will take Wilson some time to find this place. Until then I can-

Her thoughts were interrupted as the sound of gunfire ran out from the courtyard outside.

WH… WHAT?!

Her blood ran cold as she looked up from her computer.

She heard a few more shots ringing out. There was no mistaking it: several assault rifles were being fired out there. And it was all too close for comfort.

How… HOW DID HE FIND THIS PLACE?! It’s… it’s IMPOSSIBLE!

Did Loyalham talk before he died? That must be how.

The door burst open but it was only Nadya. Penny had never seen her trusty guard look so shaken.

“What the hell is going on?!” Penny demanded, standing up.

“He’s here,” Nadya replied sternly. “Stay right here. Don’t go anywhere. Stay away from the windows. I take care of it now.”

Penny didn’t say anything. She was still trying to figure out how the whole thing played out this way…

“We’ll take him out.” Nadya said at length.

And with that, Nadya turned around and began to walk out, her shotgun aimed out.

Penny wasn’t re-assured so she cried out:

“Do… do kill him!… I’ll… I’ll give you a large reward for avenging my sister.”

Nadya turned around briefly. She tried her best to force a smile (it was VERY forced). “Don’t worry my Leader.”

Then she was gone, closing the door on the way out.

As soon as Nadya was gone, Penny opened her drawer, pulled out a revolver, and began to load up the extra cylinders, her fingers trembling slightly.




Nadya Ivanov

Nadya stepped into the main hall of the Mansion.

Wilson was outside of the Mansion, and since more than half of the security couldn’t be reached, she had to assume the worse.

Incompetent fools.

They had fifteen people at the start counting herself and Penny. However, even before the battle started Penny had unwisely executed one of their own, lowering the troop count to fourteen.

This was a very sorry lot to begin with but at least we had a lot of them. Now we have even less...

Nadya wasn’t pleased.

After this, I’m demanding a raise.

The plan was simple. Nadya had armed all the remaining guards inside the Mansion with assault rifles. Everyone would take up a major window and cover the main sides.

Hopsack would act as the eyes.

“Is everyone in position,” Nadya said into her radio.

“Copy… copy… copy… copy…”

Nadya herself set down her sawed-off shotgun against a kitchen wall and picked up an M16 for increased range. She leaned over a window facing a large portion of the beautiful courtyard outside. She crouched professionally as she extended just the tip of the rifle’s barrel outside. Her fierce eyes scanning the lighted landscape.

Somehow, Nadya was strangely calm. Her former special forces training was kicking in.

Still, the whole thing was a little bit unsettling. Nadya herself had participated in the Wilson massacre, having been the one to shoot Mary down… Nadya had been there to see Colemont put a bullet into Jake Wilson. He shouldn’t be breathing at all and if he survived, how the hell’s he in any shape to fight? It made no sense.

Still, she didn’t believe in curses and she wasn’t about to start believing.

No… He dies tonight. If he gets anywhere close to this house, we’ll see him and cut him to pieces.

At many other carefully selected windows and chokepoints the following goons also set themselves up:

Sergei Gregerovitch
Killian Smith
Jasper Gaines
Tony Carver

Hopsack continued to monitor the situation from the courtyard. “I…. hmmm… Nadya, I… I think they are dead. The people outside. No one’s radioing back.”

“Yeah I figured out that much,” Nadya replied coldly. “Just tell me when you see him.”

“Copy that.”

These idiots aren’t worth half their pay… Do I have to do everything myself?

Nadya set her radio down and focused on her aiming. She had a feeling that she would have to finish the job herself.




Thomasin White

In another corner of the Mansion, Thomasin was with Isabelle and Jacob.

Jacob Fairs was saying things that... did not make sense.

“Look,” Jacob said. “All I’m saying is that we have to be ready to leave at any time. Cause he’s on his way and-“

“Wait wait wait!” Thomasin said. “What do you mean? Slow down.”

“How do you know he’s coming?” Isabelle added.

“Someone told me,” Jacob insisted. “It won’t be safe here. We have to be ready to leave. Let’s go to the garage, prep a car.”

Escape from Colemont Mansion? Stealing a car?

“Do you have ANY idea how crazy you sound Jacob?” Thomason hissed. “No one leaves.”

“Yeah we could be shot for just having this talk,” Isabelle added.

“Just trust me!” Jacob insisted. “Warn the others.”

Thomasin grabbed him firmly by his shirt.

“Listen up buster,” she said coldly. “You better explain yourself THROUGHLY!”

She could tell there was more to the story. Thus was so unlike Jacob. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she was really talking to Jacob right now.




Inside the Garage

Victor Miller


Victor wiped his mask a little with his gloved hand (it was soaked with sweat). However, he focused on getting the bomb’s settings right; soon, it was perfectly set and affixed under the Cadillac.

Alright... Game’s on.

Victor smiled as he saw the perfect end. The next time his ex took a ride, within 30 minutes... KA BOOM. And with the blast radius of this diabolical thing, it was going to a spectacular send off.

Then he heard the sounds:

Gunfire and shouting. More gunfire. It wasn’t even that far away.

NO! ... NO! NO! NO! Why did Jake have to start the party NOW?!

Victor stood up.

No matter... I exit quietly... and if things go south...

He fingered a small detonator inside his aristocratic coat. He always had a back up plan; there was more than one way to trigger the weapon. If he goes down, the bomb goes off too... taking a part of the Mansion with him, possibly the queen too.

He walked up to the garage’s steel panel. He pulled out the pass and ran it across the reader. He got a red light, a dull sound, and no action from the steel panel.

“W… WHAT?!” he cried out with rage.

He heard more gunfire from outside.

In a state of panic, Victor ran the card over and over and over. It was blocked somehow. Somehow, the whole Mansion was on Lockdown Mode now and all the passes stopped working. Victor looked around frantically, but there wasn’t any kind of a lever to open the garage panel from the inside, not without the blocked pass. This garage design was completely illogical.

“AH FUCK! … FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK!”

Raging like a maniac, Victor lost his cool and started to bang aggressively against the steel door repeatedly, cursing and swearing non-stop; he howled and acted like a child having a tantrum. The banging sounds of the metal being pounded rattled across the hangar but he didn’t care…

“URRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! … URRRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Suddenly he heard a woman’s voice:

“Who’s that?”

SHIT!

The masked Victor turned around.

Right across the hangar stood three servants: Jacob, Thomasin, and Isabelle. They were shocked at the sight of him.

“Now calm your whiskers people,” Victor said as he walked casually towards them. His hand was already gripping his silenced pistol inside his coat. “It’s only me. I’m only here cause Penny asked for my help again. See I have one last job for her.”

Isabelle recognized the voice. “Mist... Mister MILLER?!”

Jacob gripped Thomasin’s hand firmly as his eyes squinted with suspicion.

“He’s lying,” Jacob said urgently. “We have to go-“

“Why are you wearing a mask?” Thomasin asked, not being the fastest to process all this.

In response to this, Victor made a dramatic gesture with his hand and shouted jovially:

“Don’t you know?! ... I LIKE HALLOWEEN!”

Miller pulled out his gun and started shooting at them. His pistol made clicking sounds as bullets came out.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

Isabelle was struck by two of the bullets. The first one was lodged on her shoulder, the other one struck her just under the neck.

Thomasin let out a scream but Jacob grabbed her firmly and pulled her out of the door’s frame. A few of Victor’s bullets nearly hit them.

“Hey where you going?!”

Spineless filthy servants! They’ll bring the fucking guards!

Roaring like a maniac, Victor barreled after them, his gun raised in front of him.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” he raged as he looked left and right, stepping into the Mansion itself.

The servants were gone; he wasn’t sure which way.

He turned and saw a painting on the wall. There was a floating coffin of some sort above the earth, a green sickly sky as a background, and a large cyclops overlooking the whole thing.

“What are you looking at you SON OF A BITCH?!”




Sergei Gregorovitch

In one of the rooms, Sergei Gregorovitch crouched over a widow, his M16 was raised and pointed out at the courtyard outside. The tension and suspense was killing him.

The unfortunate thing about Nadya’s plan was that the mansion was quite large, and they all had to be spread out.

“Come on…” he muttered. “Come on… come on…”

He heard a series of cries and footsteps, clunking footsteps were echoing from not too far away.

Sergei picked up his radio.

“Sergei from the west storage. I hear footsteps and sounds coming from the garage direction. I’m checking it out. May need back up, over.”

Sergei sprung into action, keeping his M16 raised and aimed as he walked down the corridor.




In other parts of the Mansion, Nadya, Killian, Jasper and Tony began to move out.

“Be careful,” Nadya said into the COM as she walked across, she held out the shotgun with one hand, the radio in the other. “Don’t hit each other. Only fire if you’re sure it’s him. Over.”

“Copy that. We’re coming in ballroom-side.”

They would converge from all sides. It was over for him.

Nadya re-attached her radio as she held the shotgun with both hands. She stuck close to the walls and moved around, not making even the slightest sound somehow.




Sergei Gregorovitch

As Sergei approached the garage from inside the Mansion, he heard a panicked conversation. He recognized the servants’ voice.

“What the HELL are we going to do now?!”

“Well hopefully he’s still in the garage. He won’t want to hang around.”

Jacob and Thomasin? What are those two up to?

Sergei walked into sight of them, his M16 raised.

The two servants saw him. Thomasin let out a brief scream of terror. Both of them raised their hands.

“We… we’ll stay out of the way!” Thomasin promised.

They hesitantly walked past Sergei, then they ran for it.

Sergei picked up his radio. “Sergei here. Wilson is in the garage, I repeat… Wilson is in the garage. Approach carefully. Approach carefully. Over.”




Victor Miller

Victor ran around the Mansion, his silenced handgun was out. He was hearing a series of footsteps from all directions.

No no no NO!

Victor was about to rush down a hall when he saw that Sergei standing at the end, pointing an assault rifle at him.

Victor pulled back behind the wall. Just in time too because Sergei opened fire.

KA DA DA DA DA!!!!

Victor cursed as he heard several decorative vases explode and shatter. The powerful rifle rounds caused some of the Mansion walls to explode with plaster.

Cursing silently, Victor turned and sprinted for his life.

My God I regret this. If I make it out of this alive I… I REPENT MOST CERTAINLY!

He ran down a series of corridors. He heard more shouting from his left as Tony and Killian showed up.

“HE’S OVER THERE!”

Instinctively, Victor jumped across several doors as more assault rifles went off.

KA DA DA DA DA DA DA!!!!!

Tony and Killian were also shooting at him now, eager to claim the 2 million dollar reward. The paintings on the opposite wall were obliterated by the hail of bullets.

No… no… no… NO!

Luckily for Victor, he had leapt in the right direction to avoid the shooting.

KA DA DA DA DA DA DA!!!!!

Nearly pissing himself, Miller crawled across the floor. In his terror he had dropped his silenced pistol. It was too late to pick it up. He just kept crawling and crawling and crawling.

Footsteps were echoing all over the Mansion. It was NOT good. He heard the shouting. Sergei had met up with the others.




BANG!

A pause.

“HEY YOU NEARLY SHOT ME YOU IDIOTS!” Sergei was yelling.

“Sorry Man!”

“He went LEFT!”

“ARE YOU FUCKING SURE?!” Sergei screamed.

“Maybe the other way!”




Victor forced himself to stand up. His new plan was to find a cupboard to hide inside. There was one by the ballroom maybe…

He sprinted as fast as he could. He hadn’t intended to do so but soon, he found himself all the way back to the garage entrance.

SHIT!

From a fair distance, a victorious Jasper Gaines (there was a wide grin on his face) stepped out from the shadowy confines of one of the side rooms, assault rifle raised and aimed. In contrast to the other goons, Jasper had set his gun to semi-automatic (to maximize accuracy).

Jasper saw him. With the mask on… this was definitely him. “Jake Wilson.”

Victor raised his hands to indicate surrender. “Hey WAI-“

BANG!

Victor Miller was shot in the chest as his entire body jerked upward briefly, a spray of blood shot out of his back. Almost at once, his entire body fell facedown against the Mansion floor. Almost at once, Victor Miller’s dark red blood began pouring out all over the floor.




Jasper Gaines

Jasper couldn’t believe it. It was like a DREAM COME TRUE.

“I GOT HIM!” he screamed ecstatically. “I FUCKING GOT HIM!’

How the hell was this so easy? Really, THIS GUY took out Jed? THIS GUY?! COME ON!

Jasper threw down his assault rifle as he shouted into his radio.

“This is Jasper. I SHOT HIM MAN! He… HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD YO! HE DEAD!”

He flicked a middle finger at Victor’s facedown body.

Million dollar Jasper… The American Dream… it’s gonna HAPPEN TONIGHT!

Jasper leapt up and down, his face lighting up with glee and avarice.

I’m RICH!

“A HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! .. TAKE… TAKE THIS! … EH… EHHHHHHHH! HAHAHA!”




Nadya spoke into the radio: “Are you sure he’s down? … Jasper. Do you copy? Where are you? JASPER!”

No reply besides obnoxious screaming and laughing.

These idiots are the worst with discipline. But at least it’s over right?




Victor Miller

Victor groaned with pain on the floor. He had just woken up. He could hear yells and cries of victory from the dancing Jasper. The noise seemed to echo as he felt himself grow dizzy with pain.

Of all the ways to go… taken down by a punk like Jasper… too ignominious…

Miller heard more footsteps as he felt his body growing weak and a large quantity of his blood leaking out from a gaping body wound.

Well… there’s only one play left that I can make…

Even as he bled facedown on the floor, Victor grinned and chuckled malevolently, relishing the irony of it all. He reached down into his pant pocket and found it… the detonator. Without being able to look, he used a finger to knock the safety off, then he prepared to hit the irreversible.

“It’s been fun,” he remarked.

CLICK!




The ensuring inferno took out not only Penny’s car, but the entire garage as well and much more.

KA BOOM!

A pillar of fire rocketed high into the air amidst the deafening noise. A circular shockwave went out. Several walls crumbled and a huge chunk of the beautiful Mansion caved in… many roofs and structures were comprehensively soaked with hellfire, hungrily eating into the wealthy dwelling.

Victor Miller let out a brief laugh but it was all too soon silenced as fire rushed past him…

Jasper’s leaping celebration was also cut short. He was instantly killed by the explosion; Jasper was literally blown into several pieces.




Nadya Ivanov

Nadya leapt down as several chairs went flying past, causing many windows to explode.

What… what the hell?!

Several alarms went off all over the Mansion. From several places, water began to shoot down.

Nadya stood up, her shotgun aimed carefully. She didn’t have to walk very far to see that the path was blocked by thick smoke and dancing ambers higher than her body.

A… A BOMB?!

There was no use radioing anyone because in addition to the sounds of the hungry vicious flames eating away at a good portion of the Mansion, the obnoxious fire alarms were all over the place now.




The Camera Room

John Hopsack


Inside the camera room, Hopsack watched the screens with disbelief. Having remotely rotated some of the cameras towards the Mansion, he confirmed the unthinkable. An entire side of the great Colemont Mansion was set ablaze by hungry fire… the pillars of black smoke rose up high into the night sky, casting an eerie glow all over the surrounding gardens.

He was in a state of absolute terror and shock. Finally, he had sense enough to press a button on the controls, turning off the fire alarms. The incessant all-encompassing ringing stopped.

White as a ghost, Hopsack picked up the radio.

“Hopsack come in.”

“This is Nadya… what the fuck is going on?”

“Some kind of a bomb went off… the Mansion… it’s burning up, I see it on cam-“

“WHAT THE HELL?! … How… how bad?”

Hopsack paused before speaking in again. “Bad. Very bad. We… we need to get everyone out.”

There was a pause before Nadya radioed again.

“Listen up… radio the servants and call the fire service. We need a response NOW. Once everyone’s safe and out, we can figure out a way to put out the fire.”

“W… what about Wilson? Is he?”

“He’s dead.”

THANK GOODNESS…

This night was a little bit TOO MUCH like a horror movie…

Hopsack immediately started making some calls. He wasn’t too worried because he was on the other side of the Mansion, away from the fire. He was safe… for now…




Inside Colemont Mansion

Nadya Ivanov

Nadya walked a short distance before finding Sergei. She had tried to radio the others but no one was picking up.

“Where’s everyone else?” Nadya asked.

“I don’t know…” Sergei asked. “I lost them after the blast. Should we double back-“

“There’s no time,” Nadya said coldly. “It’s every man for himself now.”

She observed the corridors on the other side. They were burning up fast… it was only a matter of time before the fire spread to the rest of the Mansion. However, the Mansion was large enough that this could take some time.

“Here’s what we do,” Nadya said. “We go and get Penny, then we get out. We put out the fire later, once everyone is outside.”

“What about Wilson?” Sergei asked.

“Jasper radioed in,” Nadya replied. “He said he shot him dead.”

“So it’s over?”

“Yes. Let’s go, HURRY.”

Nadya radioed Hopsack again to confirm some actions as she strolled briskly through the corridors. The horrid smell of smoke rising was everywhere.




Penny Colemont

Penny was not having a good time.

During the entire time, she was hiding behind her desk in the command center, carefully aiming a hunting rifle at the closed door in front.

She heard a series of gunfire. There was no mistaking it, it was from INSIDE the Mansion this time. She wiped some sweat from her forehead as she kept her rifle aimed.

She was filled with dread and unease as the gunfire got louder and louder.

Then she heard it, a deafening explosion followed by a series of alarms.

She covered her ears as the ringing got louder and louder and louder…

These IDIOTS! What… WHAT HAVE THEY DONE NOW?!

It was a nightmare come true. For some reason, the ringing alarms were driving the woman insane. Screaming with rage, she buried her face into the carpet as she covered her ears with both hands, dropping her rifle. Her screams of rage were completely drowned out by the overwhelming sounds of the sirens going off all over the Colemont Mansion.

Suddenly, the alarms stopped.

Her face livid, she stood up. Penny opened her laptop and turned on the security app to access all the cameras.

Her eyes widened with terror as she gazed into a true hellscape…

Captured on at least half the screens, was the sight of the Colemont Mansion burning up. Pillars of smoke rising into the air like unholy demons, the orange and yellow flames eating away at the foundations…

The Mansion… it had a value estimation in the hundreds of millions… now completely RUINED.

N… NO….

In that moment Penny was filled with fear because her nightmares now had an air of reality. She had seen visions of fire and death… and now the fire was here.

In a brief moment, a vision flashed before her eyes… the forest… the campfire… the bullet-riddled corpses of the Wilsons surrounding and attacking her… everything set on fire…

This… this SHOULDN’T BE HAPPENING!

Penny shook herself out of it. It was time to get out of here. Something had gone wrong, very very wrong.

There was a chance Nadya took the bastard down with her, but Penny wasn’t interested in staying around to find out.

It was time to leave.
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Main Nation Ministry » Mon Sep 14, 2020 12:20 am

Nemesis

Disposing of the goons was easy. He had the firepower and he was an ex-soldier. The war that he brought to them was unlike the one he participated in. As Nemesis stepped over some of the bodies of the fallen, he started to approach the mansion, until he heard gunfire from inside. Was there a munity? Nemesis was unaware of the chaos that Miller had created, as he ran around the inside of the mansion, being chased by some bloodthristy henchmen, who were eager for 2 million dollars for what they believed to be Wilson's head. People will do anything for free money. As Nemesis kicked down one of the doors that led into the mansion, he immediately could hear some more gunshots, however there was a brief pause. Nemesis got an assault rifle ready, as he found himself in a small foyer on one corner of the mansion.

Nemesis started to head down a hallway to look for Penny, until he heard the sounds of footsteps. As if someone was running. Nemesis aimed his gun ready, only to see what appeared to be a female servant react with shock and horror, as Thomasin saw the man, himself. Obviously, she started to scream, until Jacob appeared from behind him and recognized him immedately. "Thomasin! It's Wilson! He's here to save us!" Jacob Fairs yelled to Thomasin, as he nearly covered her mouth. "Who the hell are you two? Servants?"
"Please listen! We're not like the Violet Cloth Army! We only forced to work here! I know you might think I'm some stalker or whatever, but hear me out! I've been listening a lot about you, Wilson. Which what happened to you and the chaos that Colemont and Miller has been doing."
"What are you? An informant?"
"No! I'm just a servant who is sick of being treated like shit like me and Thomasin!" Jacob explained, where Thomasin was trying to avoid Nemesis's wrath. Even though, Nemesis wasn't really planning on hurting the servants.

"You were the one who sent the message on Loyalham's phone?"
"I heard that you were going to strike there, since the casino was meant to be a trap! Loyalham was supposed to murder you, but I'm guessing you killed him already. But listen, we need to get out of here! Colemont and Miller are here and I don't think things aren't going to end well!"
"Miller!? Where the hell is Miller?! Why is he here!" Nemesis perked up, but Jacob tried to remain calm.
"Miller is strung out! After what happened at the cemetery, he got sacked! He came back and wounded Isabelle! He's disgruntled and bloodthristy!"

"Where is Miller? I need to end things for him, if he wants to kill Penny." Miller tried to explain, until....

KABOOM!!

Nemesis felt the same sensation, as the graveyard. Miller's bomb managed to rock the hallway, where all three of them were, where Thomasin let out another scream. This time, she ran out pass Nemesis and ran out of the open door to the courtyards. The alarms started to go off, as the sprinklers were on too in the hallways. Even though, the sprinklers were on, the alarm was shut off, as the sprinklers stopped. "What the hell was that?!" Nemesis asked Jacob, as he was surprised as Nemesis. "No! Isabelle! Victor, you crazed fuc-.." Jacob was speechless, as he knew that the explosion had to have been Miller's work. "Wilson, it was Miller! He just blew up half of the mansion already!"
"I wouldn't be surprised! I'm guessing he's going to kill everyone he sees?"
"Do something! He might be still alive!"
"Leave now. I'll take care of this. Wait out at the courtyard. Authorities were get the gate unlocked. Explosion might have taken down some of your servant friends, but I'll only kill what's left of the Violet Cloth Army." Nemesis stated, where Jacob nodded and ran out through the open door.

Nemesis proceeded further into the mansion. He was going to head to the other end of the mansion to where the explosion happened to try to get to Miller, if he was still intending to try to kill Colemont. If she was still alive that is. The smell of smoke filled the halls, as Nemesis made sure his gun was ready, as he was heading to the center of the mansion.



"We need to evacuate the damn mansion! The fire is going to keep spreading, unless the sprinklers are back up!" Carver radioed Hopsack, as Carver was trying to find a way to get the sprinkers on. "Hang on! I'm trying to get the sprinklers back up, but I think the fire has reached one of the conduits!"
"What?! Hopsack! We need to get the fires out, because the law enforcement will come! They going to send half the town here, if they think a forest fire is going to happen again!"
"Where's Smith? He's nearby?"
"I can't find him! He's trying to find a way to get the sprinklers back on, also!"
"Hang on, I need to check the cameras! I'm just getting static from this end!"

"God fucking damn it, Hopsack! You're the techie here! Get the sprinklers back up or we're all going to get caught!" Carver yelled through his radio, as he ran down a hallway, as smoke was starting to reach his position. Meanwhile, Killian Smith was busy downstairs on a lower hallway. Smith was looking at the nightmarish paintings that Colemont had around the manor as decoration. She was a fan, yes. But, the thought of some of what they showed in the paintings unnerved him. While brushing off the feeling of dread, since he knew that Wilson was dead, he can rest e-

Smith's thoughts were interrupted, as a heavy pain was on the side of his head, as Nemesis had jabbed his machete into his brain with a swing. Despite Smith having a blade into his head, Nemesis yanked the machete out and hacked at his head again to make sure he was dead. Carver was rushing down the stairs to try to meet up with Smith, however Nemesis was already waiting for him, as he heard him coming from one end of the hallway. "Smith? Come on! Get the damn sprinklers back on! The power is on the fritz up here!" Carver yelled, but he heard no response from the end of the hallway. "Smith?" Carver got his gun ready, as he started to head into the hallway to look for his friend. However, as the smoke was making it difficult to see, Nemesis was already at a corner of the hallway, waiting for him with a machete blade deep into his chest, as blood poured out. Carver didn't have a chance as he dropped dead.

As Nemesis approached the fires of what was once the garage, as the fire was spreading now upstairs than downstairs, he looked to see if he can find Victor, if he was nearby or trying to escape. However, he noticed something moving on the floor in front of him inside of a large dining room. Now and empty, where some burning embers were on the ceiling, Nemesis saw a man on the floor. His body looked almost like him, but more skinner and less builded. One of his legs was gone, as the explosion helped cauterize where his leg would be. He was practically covered in third degree burns with severe skin damage. His head nearly showed his skull, but he was still breathing and trying to crawl somewhere. Upon closer examination, Nemesis recognized the burned man.

"...Miller." Nemesis said, as what was the living part of Victor Miller was now a burned husk of his former self. An actual curse to the man that ruined his face and help try to burn him alive. Miller looked up, as he rolled to his back, as he started to breath heavily. "W...i.lson...Please! ...It's...not my fault.." Nemesis got his machete ready. He knew what he was going to show Penny when he met her. "This is for my face!" Nemesis sent the blade into Miller's remaining leg, as he cried out in pain. "This is for trying to torch and kill me!" Nemesis hacked at Miller's left arm, as only his right arm was still there. Now, Miller was crying in pain, as he was still somehow alive. "This is for the people you ruined or killed by manipulating others for your gain!" Nemesis chopped off Miller's right arm.

Now, Victor Miller was nothing more than just a head on a torso. Yet, he was still alive. As Miller was going into shock, he somehow found himself unable to move or talk or even blink. It was quite the hell for Miller, where as Miller felt the blade near his neck, Miller realized that he was going to suffer...forever. "This. This right here for my family." Nemesis sliced off Miller's head, rather what was left of his head, since Nemesis was now carrying a burned shell of him.



John Hopsack tried to get the sprinklers back up, but despite his efforts, the fire was now going to spread to his position. "Shit shit shit shit..." Hopsack got his pistol ready, as he left the camera room. He didn't bother to try to warn Colemont or even Nadya. He needed to head there himself to warn them, thinking that the reasons the radios is down for Smith and Carver is due to the signal being interfered with the flames on the roof. Hopsack rushed down the hallway, as he was on the same floor as Sergei, Penny, and Nadya. He just needed to reach their position, as the flames might start to move towards there in 10 minutes or less. "Come on!" Hopsack thought, where just about as he was heading pass a staircase that was leading downstairs, there was another figure climbing up that Hopsack turned to see who it was. "Oh Smith, are you- WAIT! OH SHIT!" Hopsack immediately raised his pistol and was about to fire a shot, however Nemesis immediately slashed into his chest, as Hopsack's body ended up falling down the stairs in a tumble.

Now there was going to be 3 left..



"We need to get to the boss. I hadn't gotten a word from Hopsack, so I'm assuming the fire reached his position." Sergei asked Nadya, as they were heading to the command center to get to Penny. Unknownest to them, they were literally the 3 last people of the Violet Cloth Army. As both Sergei and Nadya were heading through a large upstairs ballroom that was directly next to the command center, the two of them saw Penny leaving the command center. However, there was another door opening behind them from where both Sergei and Nadya walked through. Sergei was the first one to hear it, thinking it was Hopsack. However..when he turned around, he immediately recognized the figure immediately.

"Shit!" Sergei fired a round at Nemesis, however Nemesis already fired back with a bullet into Sergei's head, as Nemesis was now standing at the doorway with a warm gun and a special gift he had for Penny herself. Victor Miller's severed head, eyes open with an expression of horror.

"Penny.."
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Infected Mushroom » Mon Sep 14, 2020 9:19 am

Penny Colemont

The overpowering smell of fire and smoke grew stronger and stronger. She could hear the cackling of the flames.

I must make haste…

There was one more thing though: the laptop was too large and unwieldy for the escape, yet it contained important information. She DEFINITELY needed her hunting rifle and the revolver. The laptop would have to go.

I cannot believe it’s come to this…

She had all the necessary passcodes in her head, that’s what mattered. With those, she could still access millions of dollars worth of Violet Cloth Army blood money. It would be her only leverage once she got out. The laptop was now a liability.

Money… it always comes down to money…

Penny got down to it. After making a few adjustments, she closed everything. Then she activated a new program and typed a few lines of text inside… thereby activating an auto-wipe script. Within minutes, everything in the laptop would be wiped out, closing this loose end.

Alright… now I leave…

Penny held her breath as she opened the door and stepped out rapidly, her rifle held horizontally against her lace dress. The first thing she saw:

Nadya Ivanov and Sergei standing several meters away from her, in the middle of the large ballroom facing the Command Centre.

Penny experienced a brief moment of relief but it did not last.

There was the faintest sound of footsteps. Penny didn’t quite react as she suddenly saw both of her enforcers turn around.

“SHIT!” Sergei screamed out.

It all happened really fast:

There was a brief exchange of two assault rifle shots… the sounds were deafening, like thunder blasts going off inside the Mansion.

BANG! BANG!

What appeared to be a thick spray of red shot out of the back of Sergei’s head. His body convulsed briefly before he crumpled to the floor.

Nadya promptly rushed off to the side… the Russian woman’s movement was so fast she promptly vanished from Penny’s line of sight… seemingly leaving the queen alone against the new enemy.

The result was that Penny Colemont was now face to face with her ultimate nightmare across a distance.

Nemesis stood there, the gruesome monstrous face with the damaged mask faced its creator at last, the eyes screamed vengeance. Jake Wilson’s dark clothes were covered with soot, dirt and blood... having figuratively and literally hacked apart the Violet Cloth Army.

In one hand he held an assault rifle… in the other… a gruesome decapitated-

V… VICTOR?!

Even with all the damage to the head and his expression of everlasting terror and pain… there was still a trace of the man that had so excited her and given her so much unwholesome pleasure.

At the sight of what was left of her mutilated “True Love,” the wicked young woman felt herself weaken as she was filled with overwhelming sickness and pain. Penny’s mouth dropped open as her wide eyes saw a glimpse of the hell to come. Her knees trembled above her violet boots as her back slumped against a side of the Mansion wall… her hands trembled as the rifle was still held uselessly in a horizontal direction.

She nearly died of shock right then; for she felt as though her heart and stomach had turned to rotten, churning steel... breaking apart and leaking with hurt.

All the while, the blue-haired woman’s eyes were fixed on the severed head as if it were a final bringer of destruction…

"Penny."





Nadya Ivanov

Nadya had reacted calmly as Sergei’s head exploded. In the split fraction of a second, she did a rapid strafe to the side and disappeared under another wall, keeping in mind the direction of the shot and the distance of her opponent.

Alright this is it…

Sergei’s death was unfortunate, but there would be time to mourn later.

Nadya stepped out just slightly from another angle, her sawed-off shotgun raised and aimed in the direction of Wilson.

BANG! Click! BANG!

Wilson moved so fast he seemed to instantly disappear into mist. Somehow the rounds seemed to miss their target as Wilson disappeared, leaving the backdrop of the thick burning smoke behind him.

SHIT! How did he avoid this?!

Click!

“We can take him together!” Nadya said loudly as she stepped out in a crouched position, sticking close to the walls with her shotgun raised, ready to fire again.

Where did he go?

Well, it’s still two against one.





Penny Colemont

As soon as Nadya stepped out again to engage Nemesis, Penny seemed to snap out of some kind of a trance. She held back some tears.

BANG! BANG!

Nadya had fired two shots at Nemesis who had promptly disappeared into the smoke, seemingly having avoided the hits.

“We can take him together!” Nadya said loudly


She wants my help?

Seeing as Jake Wilson had somehow killed an entire army by himself, Penny wasn’t sticking around. Nadya could do her job; everyone else was expandable.

He’s distracted for now… I leave.

As Penny raised her rifle, she strafed briskly to the side, keeping the long barrel trained across the ballroom as she factored in Nadya’s position. When Colemont heard no movement, she turned and ran, her heart racing rapidly and her veins surging with adrenaline. Her boots clunked against the wooden floor as she raced out of this area of the Mansion, leaving her loyal security chief to fight on her own.

Penny's priority was to create as much distance as possible.
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Postby Main Nation Ministry » Tue Sep 15, 2020 12:02 am

Nemesis

While Penny was stunned at what she just saw, Nadya immediately stepped towards a wall, where she fired her sawn-off shotgun at Nemesis. While with the smoke behind him, he ducked back through the door, however a stray pellet from a shell gazed his arm. Nemesis looked at the wound quick. Nothing serious, then again, he had been rather lucky.. Nemesis immediately rolled into the ballroom, where he raised several shots from his assault rifle, where Nadya jumped out of the way, as Penny ran out through another door at the other end of the ballroom. It wasn't until Nemesis found himself pointing his gun directly at Nadya, who was pointing her gun directly at her line of sight at Wilson was when a standoff occured.

Both of them were willing to pull the trigger, however something was preventing them from doing so. Was it the fear that if one fires, the other will fire back? Or was it that they would both die as a result and both wanted to survive. Nadya wanted Nemesis dead, as he was the only thing that was tearing down the Violet Cloth Army, along with the fact that she is doing orders for Colemont. For Nemesis, he already recognized her from the massacre at his home. Whoever she killed, he didn't know, but she was practically the only thing that was standing in his way.

"We can do things with honor or we can fill the room with bullets.." Nemesis stated to Nadya, as he knew she would be forced to play dirty, just to win. As Nemesis pointed his gun, he had his hand near where his machete was stashed, where he held the assault rifle with one arm by it's trigger. "What is it going to be?"

This. Was going to be a final showdown. To determined who would meet Colemont and end things on their own level.
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