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[color=black][h3]The Beginning of the End. . .[/h3][/color]

[color=tan][b]”Get off me you damn mutt!”[/b]

The man screamed in pain as the snout of razor sharp teeth gripped his arm sinking deep into his skin like razor blades, with a strong tug the man hit the ground hard bashing his head against the hardwood flooring on the Antique Shop. Stars played across his eye's, a subtle blackness clouded his vision for a couple moments, his hearing was muffled but in the background he could hear a voice with a light Russian accent speak from somewhere around him.

[b]”Nikita heel!”[/b]

The man felt the pressure release from his arm, his senses were mottled for a couple more moments until a blurred out line of a man came into view. He was an older man, his hair was in transition from light brown to salt and pepper, his beard was finely kept, however his eye's were like cold steel and emotionless as they bore into his eye's. The man quickly reached down for the gun in his pants, but he suddenly felt a hand grab his own, he struggled but it was useless the old man in front of him was way stronger then he seemed to be appear, his grip tight like an eagles claw. The mans sight came back fully to see the person in front of him, even from the ground the old man was at least over 6 feet tall, he was a large man even with age the muscle were apparent beneath the black clothing he wore. Feeling a tug from his pants the man on the floor felt the 9mm slip from his belt and soon he heard the subtle click of the hammer being pulled back.

Vassily was silent as he pointed the gun at the would be robber whom had broken into his shop, outside he could hear hell erupting in the streets, the screaming had started hours ago, something was happening but he knew not what it was. But the old Russian knew better then most that when chaos erupted the looters would not be far behind to take what they may, so it was easy to prepare for the would be thieves who would target his shop. Vassily moved the gun in a get the hell up motion to the man on the ground, slowly the thief made his way to his feet, blood was streaming from an open wound on his arm. Nikita stood nearby like a predator waiting for the kill, her eye's trained on the man, ears moving, listening, waiting, and quite alert.

[b]”You chose the wrong shop to rob boy, seeming hell is erupting outside this puts me at a quandary as to what I should do with you. I do not believe the cops will be coming anytime soon, I am no stranger to disruption of the ordered system. When chaos takes hold the first thing to go is the Law, and after that the system fails. So I could just shoot you and no one would be any the wiser, or I just could just let you go, tell me what are your thoughts?”[/b]

The would be thief's eye's were wide as he looked back and forth between Vassily and Nikita, it was obvious the fear was setting in. There was two things that would happen from this point on, either panic would set in fully and the man would become irrational and try to attack Vassily or he would run the hell out of the store. The question is which one was this man going to do? Vassily watched silently as the thief looked back towards the door to the shop, the screaming outside was growing louder, sweat began to pour down the mans head, turning his attention on Vassily the man spoke clearly panicked. 

[b]”Listen man... hells breaking loose out there! People are attacking each other in the streets, bloody tearing each other open like rabid dogs! I can't go out there without my piece, it would be suicide! I fucked up coming in here, but I needed weapons! An anyone who knows anything knows you have a lot of weapons stashed around here! I won't be the only one coming here man, the gang bangers know about it too!”[/b]

Vassily listened silently to the man, he was speaking sense if nothing else at this point, Vassily was considering what he was saying when the lights in the shop suddenly cut out cloaking the store in shadows. The would be thief turned his head towards the doors just in time to see three men bust into the shop wearing ski masks, their guns were out, before he could say a word a bullet tore through the mans head killing him instantly, his brain matter sprayed against the nearby counter.

[b]”Find the guns! If you find that old bastard, kill him!”[/b]

The two men nodded their consent to the man barking orders, the shop was empty, void of life aside from the body on the floor. Aside from the screams outside a sudden thump on the floor drew the attention of the three men who busted into the shop, before any of them could even react there was a flash of blinding light, the flash bang blinded all three men instantaneously before gunfire erupted from inside the shop. The bullet tore through the first mans chest like a hot knife through butter, falling backwards hit smashed a glass shelf dead before he hit the floor, glass shattered everywhere.

[b]Nikita, attack! Kill!”[/b]

Nikita flew from the back room like a bullet, she flew forward and jumped the second man, her full weight knocked him backwards as she wrapped her fangs around the mans throat. With a blood garbled scream the man smashed into the floor as Nikita ripped at his throat, the last man regaining his site quickly pulled his gun on the dog intent to kill her when a hand grabbed his wrist, with a crack his hand was broken, bent sideways like an out of place nose. The man had no chance to scream before Vassily's hand wrapped his throat, in one strong movement the mans neck snapped loudly, falling to the floor with a loud thump the man took a few gasps of precious air before succumbing to silence. The entire attack had lasted a mere minute, but the men were dead as Vassily called off Nikita. Looking at the mess on the floor, it was obvious to him now that it was time to leave. Whatever was going on outside did not seem like it was going to end anytime soon. Vassily sighed heavily as he sat down against the counter behind him, Nikita came to his side silently, reaching out his hand he petted her softly between the ears speaking quietly more to himself then anything else:

[b]”Well this is turning out to be a great retirement...”[/b]

[color=black][h3]Present Day. . .[/h3][/color]
 

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[b]"You know once upon a time years ago during the slave trade of African Americans, torture was a very common form of punishment to black men or woman who got out of line. Your Southern States were very adamant about this treatment of people of color, you thought of them as animals more then humans. I never like the slave trade really, I believe that all humans should have had the right to live peacefully if nothing else regardless of origin or skin color. With that said... there was one thing that did come out of that entire situation and that was... interesting forms of torture."[/b]

[b]"Let me go you maniac!!!"[/b]

Vassily stood quietly before the man chained to the counter in front of him, the man was younger in age perhaps twenty five with a clear yet rough complexion. His brown hair was  messy against the new bloody wounds that compassed his head. The man tried to be defiant and unscared but the human eye's were such a dead give away to fear, the mans green eye's were quivering against the all too familiar snear of lies. Nikita lay nearby alert for possible trespassers, however there would be none, thats why Vassily had chosen this spot, this old gas station which was boarded up and looted to the very floor tiles. It was far and out of the way, off and old  highway in the middle of nowhere. Vassily uncrossed his arms as he approached the counter the man was chained to, reaching forward he removed a double edged blade that belong to his prisoner, it was well sharpened.

[b]"Get your hands off my stuff you damn dirty old..."[/b]

The man became silent very quickly as his knife was placed upon his neck, a thin line of blood already formed around the edge of the sharpened surgical like blade. Vassily reached his hand forward and grabbed the mans hair pulling his head back, he moved the blade across his throat making a hair thin line that was no danger to the man, but enough to prove his point. Vassily pushed the mans head back down with his hand and bent down to his level so he could look him in the eye. Placing the blade back under his chin he pushed up forcing the man to raise his head and look him in the eye's.

[b]"You think your tough, that your unafraid of me, but your quivering eye's tell me a different story Greg. You Americans thrive at playing the gangster, you believe that a gun and knife make you tough and scary and invincible. But the truth is a weapon is no more dangerous then the person holding it. Iv watched life slip away, Iv seen a persons eye's go still as they died, how... they lose their light and the whiteness takes the pupils away, their last breaths. Your not tough Greg, your not fearless because you have something to lose, and thats your life, even in a world fucked up like this you still want to live and that makes you weak. Understand Greg that I will torture you and end your life if you don't tell me where he is, and if there is one thing I am good at, its breaking people like you."[/b]

Greg swallowed hard his eye's filled with a mix of fear and anger, the normal response to a life being threatened. Vassily removed the knife from Gregs chin as the beat up man spit blood into Vassily's face defiantly, stupidly.

[b]"Go to hell you old bastard I will never say anything to you!"[/b]

Vassily sighed emotionless as he pulled out a small cloth from his pocket and wiped the warm blood off his face, then in one swift movement he jammed the bloodied cloth into the mans mouth until it was fully inside, reaching to the counter he pulled a roll of duck tape from the battered wooden surface and ripped off a piece placing it over the mans mouth. Standing up Vassily shook his head at the man.

[b]"Going back to.. the slave trade. The southerns had a form of torture that was meant to break strong men of color who were troublesome and rebellious. You see what they did was they hung the man upside down, and took a hot seering knife and cut their... well lets just say they cut something off that is very important to a man. They say the knife needs to be hot or they bleed out too quickly and die, however I am more then willing to take the risk, this is a fine blade it should be more then adequate."[/b]

Vassily lowered the blade to Greg's pants and positioned the blade directly above his zipper, Greg screamed a muffled scream against the gag as he struggled hard to try and get away from the knife. Vassily pressed the blade into the mans zipper busting it easy enough, dirt ridden tears sloshed down Greg's face as his eye's were wide in horror, the fact that he was trapped setting in. Greg screamed through the gag, muffled plea's escaped from his taped mouth, Vassily pulled the knife away quietly as he reached his hand forward and ripped the tape off Greg's mouth, the cloth spit out of his mouth as he took in very deep breaths his eye's swirling in their sockets.

[b]"You see Greg I don't want to torture you, you know what I want? I want to let you go, let you die in whatever way pleases you. But unfortunately you have information that I want and as long as this is the case you will remain here under my imprisonment. No one is coming to help you, no one can hear you scream, you... are... alone. You can continue to be stubborn, you can continue to protect a man who doesn't give a damn about your life and left you die at my hands, thats your choice. But I promise you this, before you die I will inflict pain in which you have never before felt, your body will break in ways you never thought possible, you will feel the blood drain from your wounds as your slowly slip away. I spent most of my life breaking men tougher then you, if you think I am not capable of breaking a pathetic little American wannabe thug like you, then your in for a nasty shock. This is your last chance before I start cutting... where is he going!"[/b]

Vassily yelled the last part as he placed the blade of Greg's cheek and sliced hard opening his cheek all the way down to the bone, Greg screamed in pain as blood drained down his cheek and to his chin and then to the floor. Vassily placed the blade back on Greg's zipper and pressed it in so Greg could feel the blade against his unprotected skin.

"Okay! Okay! Please I'll tell you please! He is going to Centralia! Please its some kind of safe Haven in Washington, they are broadcasting it all over the stations! I swear its the truth! Its the truth! Please don't hurt me anymore!"

Vassily pulled the blade away from the mans zipper and slowly placed it back on the counter as he nodded his head, Greg sighed in subtle relief when the blade was placed back on the counter. Vassily turned away from Greg as he called for Nikita whom jumped up immediately and walked to Vassily's side. Bending down Vassily picked up the black pack on the ground, placing it over his back he tightened the straps and picked up the sniper rifle against the wall, placing it over his chest with the strap he walked to the door and pushed it open flooding the room with outside air.

[b]"Where are you going! Let me go! You can't just leave me here!"[/b]

Vassily turned around as he placed a pair of black sunglasses on his face, with a small smile on his face he looked up as a young woman exited the back of the store from the employees storage room. Walking to the counter she picked up the same knife that Vassily lay there earlier and walked in front of the man who's eye's widened in disbelief.

[b]"I believe this is the woman you tried to have your way with three days ago, the one you left to die when she refused to give herself to you. I rescued her from the infected, and she was so grateful that she helped me find you, under the condition that she would get you after I was done. I am sure you two have things to work out now, so I will be taking my leave. It was a pleasure doing business with you Miss Paige, I wish you a safe future wherever you may find yourself."[/b]
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The younger girl nodded to Vassily whom walked out of the gas stations letting the door close behind him, walking to a black motorcycle, he climbed on silently as Nikita hopped into the side car with him. Picking up the black helmet he placed it over his head securing the strap turning sideways to see an infected making its way across the open field in front of him. Pulled the rifle down into his hands he put the scope his sunglasses and slowly pulled the trigger holding his breath as a shot rang out, the infected head exploded with a chorus of blood before falling to the ground. Behind Vassily a chorus of another kind started as male screams echoed out of the gas station. With a kick of the pedal the motorcycle roared to life, kicking off from the stand Vassily speed forward and left the gas station behind heading back to route 2 towards Coulee. [/color]