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[Hellrider]

Hey guys this something i wrote a few years ago while in highschool, it is complete in the sense it has a beginning and ending. All the names are fillers anot final ones.


Chapter 1: The Cleanser of Sin
Friday, September, 7, 2095
Zazi stood up from his chair and began to walk out of the fourteen member board room. Thirteen were still in the room, and the fourteenth was one-hundred floors down into the pavement. He had been judged and punished as a sinner by Zazi the head of Genesis Inc.
Zazi is a giant of a man at six feet five inches, with a tan complexion. He was about two-hundred and seventy pounds of solid muscle. The sides and back of his head are shaved and the hair on top is spiked up and blond. Zazi also has red pupils and black irises, but most people do not see his eyes because he wears wire rimmed red lens glasses he almost always has on.
“Gentlemen, I must take my leave.” Zazi said as he reached the door. “Very well sir. Good day.” Many of the board members said in unison. “Ah Gentlemen, there is one last thing.” Zazi said with a half cocked smile. “Make peace with your maker!” Zazi said viciously. With a swift spin he spun around withdrawing two jet black Beretta 92FS from rib holsters hidden under his suit jacket. The guns flashed shells and bullets flew throughout the air. The ringing of shells could be heard as they hit the ground. The smell of blood and gun powder filled the air. Zazi then pushed the buttons on the sides of the pistols and the clips dropped out of the smoking firearms. The clips were still bouncing around and clanging as he left the room pushing up his glasses.
Zazi was greeted by his head of security Watts. “Every thing on your agenda didn’t go well I take it.” Watts said smiling. “Watts doing God’s work is nothing to smile about. Make sure they all receive proper burial. I also want you to personally see to it that their family gets payment from the company every two weeks for their losses.” The boss said sharply. “Sir? I don’t quite follow?” Watts said dumb founded. “I want their families taken care of. They were the sinners not their families. You cannot be guilty of sin merely by association.” Zazi snapped. “Aye sir. I’ll see to it right away.” Watts said as he turned and left his giant of a boss.
Watts is a black man standing around five feet eleven inches and about two-hundred pounds. He wears a blue beret with a blue skin tight t-shirt and camouflage pants that are different hues of blue. The pants are tucked into black combat boots. He has a Heckler and Koch MP 5 on strap across his back and a Desert Eagle pistol in a holster on his right thigh.
Zazi then headed to his office to plan his next move. He had already achieved his goal of controlling all of Manhattan Island. The governments didn’t bother him or business interests of Genesis Inc. because they feared his power. Now his only problem was a resistance group that did not agree with what he was trying to do. The group called themselves The Blades of Arkon. They were dedicated to not allow any strong central government to form. They were terrorists and anarchists. They had already attacked and pillaged many of the supply convoys that stock stores and soup kitchens owned by Genesis Inc.
This group was an ever growing pain in Zazi’s side. The leader of the group had not been apprehended and for this people doubted Zazi’s power. He had to bring these terrorists to justice for the good of everyone.
Zazi then radioed Watts and ordered him to come to his office. He had a plan to deal with The Blades of Arkon and he was going to make sure it succeeded.

Chapter 2: The Blades of Arkon
September, 15, 2095

Silverglade bobbed and weaved through the streets and back alleys of lower Manhattan running at full speed with two Genesis guards hot on his heels. He made it to the decrepit area of what was Wall Street. He ran past the crumbling and cracked statue of Washington and into the federal building. The guards quickly followed Silverglade and were cut down by gunfire from several Arkon members. “Anymore?” One of the members asked quietly from behind some boxes. “No.” Silverglade said sounding very confident. “You sure?” Ramosian asked. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Silverglade snapped.
Silverglade has deep blue eyes and long silver hair. He has very soft facial features and a pale complexion. He is long and lean and stands of six feet two inches and is around a hundred and ninety pounds. He is strong despite his appearance. He is confident and many people look to him as a leader which Ramosian resents. He wears all black from his t-shirt and leather pants to his running shoes and trench coat.
Ramosian dark black hair and black eyes and very high cheek bones and sharp pointed facial features. He stands at five feet eleven inches around two hundred and thirty pounds. He is a little pudgy and jealous of Silverglade. He is second in command of The Blades of Arkon. He wears a red t-shirt with a black cross on the front and back and black denim jeans with black gothic like boots. He always wears an emotionless expression but many see his expression in his eyes. Even though he is jealous of Silveglade he follows him and does what is best for the group.
“C’mon, we better head back.” Silverglade ordered. The fifteen men made their way to the underground. When they finally made it back to their headquarters in an old subway station they did not get good news. “Genesis soldier being led by Zazi are on their way here. Our forward scouts just reported it.” The tech said shaking.
“You heard him. Heat up everything we got. We are going to give ‘em hell.” Silverglade screamed as he was replied to cheers and screaming.

Chapter 3: True Colors
September, 15, 2095

“Where the hell is Silverglade?” Ramosian asked. “Went to get ammo sir.” A young rebel replied. The gleam of headlights and the rumble of trucks startled the rebels. There were about three hundred rebels and Zazi had a force of about four hundred. Neither side opened fire as they stared each other down. Zazi made his way to the front of his troops to address his adversaries.
“How did you find us?” Ramosian asked. “I used a rat to catch a rat. Now you all can surrender and confess your sins or face punishment.” Zazi said as he brushed off Ramosian’s question. “What of your sins?” Ramosian asked defiantly. “I repent, you all are merely pagans and do not know how. You need my enlightenment in order to repent.” Zazi sneered.
“Judge not lest ye be judged.” Ramosian replied. “He is the judge!” Silverglade exclaimed as he mad his way from behind Genesis soldier and stood next to Zazi. Watts and Zazi exchanged glances and looked at Silverglade. Many of the members were confused of why their leader betrayed them; they would never get an answer. “How many of you surrender?” Zazi asked and did not get an answer.
“So be it. The first one to face punishment shall be him.” Zazi said as he grabbed Silverglade and flung him forward. Watts fired four rounds from his MP 5. Three caught Silverglade in the lungs and the last caught him in the heart.
All hell broke loose. Gunfire and screaming filled the air. Ramosian was trying to find his mark, Zazi. Ramosian found him trying to make his was to the surface. Ramosian chased him up the ladders and cat walks to the surface from the subterranean battlefield. The two took post shots at each other the entire way up. Zazi quickly punched open a man whole cover at the top and popped onto the street with Ramosian close behind with his two colt 1911’s.
The two began a wild shoot out. They were running, diving, rolling and shooting. Zazi took a hit to the abdomen and left leg. Ramosian was hit in the shoulder and right leg. Neither one showed pain as they fought on.
They popped out from their hiding places and were right in front of each other. Each one had their weapons aimed at the other’s head. They both pulled on the triggers at the same time. Click. Click. Were the sounds they heard. They were both empty. Zazi dropped his guns and punched Ramosian in the face knocking loose a few teeth. Ramosian recovered quickly and threw a flurry of punches into Zazi’s ribs and abdomen. Crack! Ramosian had broken Zazi’s lower ribs on his left side with a right hook. Zazi came down with his massive tree trunk like arms and hit Ramosian on the neck just above the shoulders. Ramosian fell to the ground and began to cough up blood as Zazi repeatedly kicked him in the abdomen. Zazi the stomped on Ramosian’s head effectively ending his reign as the leader of The Blades of Arkon.
Zazi stumbled and walked for a few more blocks before he collapsed over a railing on a flight of stairs.
The next day the vice president and Zazi’s lover took over Genesis Inc. Kitsen was now in charge and could run the company as she saw fit or so she believed…

[Hellrider]

here is some pissed off poetry of mine that again is just as old as this story, but it kind of fits with the character.


“For the Masses”

Things that I loathe
Can be anything from the sink,
To the kitchen stove,
Even an ice skating rink.
Political parties need to go,
Along with “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

Ignorance is bliss they say
Such people should not receive pay
Emo kids need to re-learn everything
It is down the street not across the road
Although the razor may very well sting
Do not tell me this poem goes against any code
If you do something do it right
The first time, and save the rest of us from your plight

Apathy is a friend to me, I don’t care
And I have never felt better.
People en mass disgust me
Along with posers, conformists,
Nonconformists and those that,
Don’t understand what it means to be free.
Some wonder “Is it malice that makes you this way?”
It is not malice it is nothing, but pure fuming hate.
Don’t try to change my opinion
My opinions are great

Call this politically incorrect,
But to me, it's totally correct.
I see the world for what it has become
A foul, steaming cesspool of devastation,
Man's wasteful nature, his avarice, his pride
Has made it this way.
Every problem that exists,
Is man's fault, and the only
Thing that will correct it.
Is total human annihilation

Liar, Adulterer, and criminal
Are the three requirements
To become a politician.
The "good" ones all have it,
The gift of the silver tongue
This is the mark of a good leader,
And of a complete and total liar.

PETA is an acronym for
People for the
Ethical treatment
Of Animals
I like to think of it as
A hypocritical, bio terrorist group just as dangerous
To the United States
As al-Qaeda.
It can also be thought of
As please eat tasty animals

When compared to PETA the NRA is,
The great American Legion
Patriots to the complete end
They know what it takes to be
Awesome and complete Americans
Deer, Bear, Caribou, and Moose
Firearms and responsibility
The best lobbyist Group ever created

Call me a liberal, a conservative
A democrat or a republican if you dare.
I hate them all and I promise you
it will be the last thing you do.
I have beliefs that line up with them all,
But every single political party
Needs to be dissolved completely

I have embraced apathy and so should you
If you disagree don’t berate
Because you will become the next target of my hate
I will be taking names, and embracing my loathing
And truth be told my rage is bliss.
Remember, I am and the epitome of the best
Trying to stop me, you will go down in flames like the rest
Now for those of you that dissent
Take your opinion and shove it!