A former U.S. commando turned Syndicate enforcer recounts his first and only mission with the infamous Black Creek Security firm. It’s on this mission that he has the honor to witness the Godfather’s favorite nephew in action.
When a young street tough stabs a nonviolent door-to-door preacher, a small town urban neighborhood becomes infected by several of the most notorious criminals in the world. Continuing with the “Tales of Ybor” stories, this title contains graphic violence and street level language. While “The Godfather’s Sword” revolves around Braden Pierce, the prodigy syndicate enforcer, “Seven Deaths” introduces us to one of the few individuals who can match him in skill and execution. Gavin Hassell is an indiscriminate mercenary who sets his own agenda based on the highest bidder and his own private personal constitution.
By- Rock Kitaro Date Started: March 1st 2013 Date Finished: March 8th 2013
My Chemical Romance – “Teenagers”
Introduction –
Pious and good-natured college student, Aida reminisces about the day she first met the infamous leader of August the 18th, Eliza Christie. Even as children, Eliza exuded the personality of someone who would one day make men bow down before her. And while the two were initially thick as thieves, equal but opposite and joined at the hip during their waddling days, there was one incident that would scar Aida and change the way she saw her childhood friend. It was the day that Eliza released an inner demon that would go on to dictate her violent need for retaliation for the rest of her life.
Aida Jenazzo – potential cast, Ashley Rickards
“Every time I open my mouth, I taste ice. That’s how fucking cold it is.”
Now, was it necessary for her to curse? Probably not. She wasn’t foul-mouthed. She was just used to being around people who talked that way. Understandable the way it would rub off on a thirteen-year-old, an impressionable age, so we were told. Impressionable…that’s one way to put it. In retrospect, I like to think Eliza was groomed to behave the way a single father whose occupation was law enforcement would’ve wanted her to behave. Who knew she’d grow up to be one of the nation’s most notorious outlaws, or folk hero. Depending on whom you’re asking.
Back then, her father was a headstrong young detective in the world’s most dangerous police department. Being that he was a single parent and constantly on call, Eliza was entrusted to stay with my family almost every other weekend and on some school nights. My mom and her father were old friends from before I was even born, so we became like a second family to her.
I remember a time where I used to sit inside all day. My family lived in Oldsmar, the outskirts of the city away from all of the crime, fast cars and helicopters. It was a peaceful time. My older brothers, Jamie and Justin are twins and everything you’d expect from a pair of hot-blooded Italian upstarts. My little sister was the baby of the family leaving me as the middle child. So I didn’t really receive a lot of attention, nor did I ever really want it. Just give me an antique paperback book that I checked out. Or leave me alone to practice some Beethoven for the afternoon and I was in heaven. Staying out of trouble. Staying away from risks. Just happy. By myself.
Then entered Elizabeth Christie. I remember the first day I laid eyes on her. I was playing a recital in the living room…my improvised version of “Moonlight Sonata”. From my position in the living room, I saw my mom opening the front door to the detective. It was a rainy day. A foreshadow I should’ve observed. I didn’t stop playing. I just slowed down in tempo as I watched them in the foyer. After taking the girl’s raincoat, my mom pointed her out to me. And in approached a green-eyed beauty with long wavy blond hair that would provoke envy from any aspiring pageant entry. Green seemed to be a common theme with her as she was always wearing it. Either in her tops, or her skirts, or some blaring necklace, you couldn’t catch Eliza without any sort of green on her.
Even the most peaceful god-fearing men on earth have family members who are dangerous. A local machete-toting street gang learns this lesson the hard way.
In this short story, a small town urban neighborhood becomes infected by several of the most notorious criminals in the world. And it all stemmed from one young gangster who felt insulted by a middle-aged preacher speaking to him about the bible. Like the Braden Pierce side story, this story contains graphic violence and street level language. It’s not to show how good I am with choreographing fight scenes or to display how attuned I am to retribution and intimidation.
These side stories involving characters from “The Three Kings of Ybor” are written to show the depths of how well they live up to their infamous reputation. To show that in this world…some people just aren’t people. They’re fucked up individuals who stand atop of empires they’ve created, empires built by the media who makes these killers look like superstars. And as hundreds of thousands of the good hardworking individuals point at them and protest their existence, wish for their downfall… these “three kings” take it unfazed, unconcerned and without care in the world about how others think. It isn’t until someone has the audacity to step up do these kings remind them and everyone caught in the crossfire… that monsters do exist.
8:02pm – April 28th 2209
Tallahassee, Florida…The old Floridian capital still served as a distinguished municipality. Though it had its share of scars from the war, it was still a decent place to live and raise children. Tallahassee was an urban city made up of old structures, mom and pop businesses and half-assed state departments. But for the most part, it was a peaceful city where people tended to their own and kept to the confines of “things just being the way they are.” But in this world… There are just several kinds of people that you don’t want to mess with.
At a little past eight at the Thompson Medical Center in downtown Tallahassee, drama was unfolding with a family of Mexican descendents. A fifty-two year old man named Gene Sanchez had just suffered from a brutal stabbing attack and was rushed to the intensive care unit via ambulance. Sanchez’s family and friends had received word of the stabbing. They congregated in the hallways, barraging the doctors for updates and answers that the doctors just didn’t have as of yet.
I know people think that in the future we’ll have flying cars and teleportation machines. While it would be nice if people really thought about and poured money into those ridiculous problem-causing types of inventions, everyone knows that war has always been history’s biggest moneymaker. Sure ideas and ambition can drive men to strive for improvement. But in the year 2202, the people who really stand up to make a change…those people fully believe in the idea that fighting solves everything.
As expected, a lot has changed from 2012 to 2202. The United States, once a country built on democracy and expressed freedoms, has turned into a machine controlled by men who have never stepped foot in front of cameras. The ones dancing in front of podiums and giving manufactured speeches are puppets held by the strings of corporations and investors. The renaming of the United States of America to the United Empire of America was a joke. America is still one of the most influential countries in the world, but the real power comes from private corporations that act on their own independent constitutions.