Well this isn't really survival horror type but is a great story. I hope you all enjoy. by the way ragu helped me co write this and we are still working on it.

"Many People die every year. But the three hundred in the last two days are not an accident." President Anderson had just taken the podium. "However the two contract killers are now being held by the F.B.I. outside Washington D.C. Their real names are unknown but we do know they form the Brothers of Blasphemy. Their code names are Lil Evil and Death. After the entire termination of a smaller section of the CIA called Free Lives....May god have mercy on their souls." Without another word the president goes into the shadows and disappears.

"You know you don't have to die this way. You could have just accepted the original contract. And to think now you don't live to see your sister die." The creep in the suit smiles as he strikes Death across the face again. The bruise would probably show up better if Death wasn't scarred over every inch of his body. The fire that had taken his skin had occured on his third contract. He had planted a incerniary bomb but it had accidentally went off three minutes early. He's a large man weighing about three hundred with two eighty of that being muscle. He stands about 6'3'' so its looks like they have a small sasquatch handcuffed to the wooden chair instead of a man.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Because when I break free I'm going to remember these little slaps of yours. You are on five." His voice is the slow steady thunder that creeps for miles across the nebraskan plains. "But its your choice not mine."

"Oh, I'm so scared. I belong to Free Lives. I'm trained to take out anyone I come across so give it up Death. I own you." The creep goes to the table that's on the far wall and picks up the two gold plated .45s that are there. He also picks up the survival knife and begins to juggle the three.

"You drop any of my things and I'll count it as six not five slaps." The creep laughs but puts the weapons back. Then turns on the radio.

Through the static Death hears the president's voice. "May God have mercy on their souls."

Death laughs as he speaks the next sentence. "No need to worry about God we don't have souls." He leans forward and the chair threatens to break. "We could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble and ammo if we would have just killed him when you hired us." He tries to stand quickly and the chair shatters. He swings his hands hard and connects with the man who flies into the wall and is knocked out instantly. Death goes over and grabs the key and lets his handcuffs fall to the floor. Then goes and grabs his weapons. After holstering the .45s he walks into the hallway and kicks in the next door.

"What the hell?" The guard runs forward and tries to punch Death in the face but instead of connecting Death just catches his fist and slams it back into its owner's nose. Lil Evil raises his head just in time to see his brother grab the keys and walk toward him.

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Haha, so you DID post this thing

Yep and u r next cuz its your chapter not mine

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hahaha dude i had all my chapters on my laptop remember, it died, and all my work on BoB went with it remember?

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Chapter 2. Reunited

As Lil Evil raised his head he saw Death dangling the keys. Lil Evil said with a smirk “what took you so long?”. Death gave him a look that would wake the dead, Lil Evil grinned. Lil Evil was a rather short man of 6 feet, with Brown hair and a clean pale face. As Death unlocked the hand cuffs he Lil Evil snapped “oh I’m gonna wring the neck of that fatty that took my .45’s”. Death laughed, Lil Evil saw the man and broke into a sprint after him, he caught up to the man and broke his neck from behind. He then picked up the keys to the evidence room. The two menacing brothers walked to the evidence room, Lil Evil put the key in the door and heard a crack that sent his blood pressure through the roof, Death stood still for a moment and let out a burst of laughter. Lil Evil gave him a glance and he shut up immediately. Lil Evil backed away from the door, ran and jumped at the door like a bullet, the door came off its hinges and slammed onto the ground.
Death extended his hand to help Lil Evil up, Evil got up and went to the back of the room where he noticed a shadow, before he could say anything a gun was in his in his face, he let out a chuckle and grabbed the gun, broke the owner’s arm and kicked him in the face. It was a Sig p226, he put it in his pocket and then took his Silver Colt .45’s from a box on the table.
As he walked back Death saw the man on the floor, and said “what did ya do to him” Evil replied “we made a new secret handshake”.
The two made it to the front desk and walked out without an ounce of trouble, and headed to a nearby Bank, in front was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. The two had a double mint twins moment and entered the car at the same time and closed the doors the same time. Lil Evil noticed a ticket on the windshield and let out a scream saying “you gotta be joking me!”.
Death let out a huge laugh and said “I knew you were handicapped”.
The two then headed to their base of operations in Las Vegas, Nevada.

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Chapter 3 Beginning
Las Vegas 3 Days Earlier

"My view on the war is this. It needs to end and..." Anderson's voice is cut off as the man watching TV leans forward and shuts it off. His name is Ishmal Lopendor. He is the newest addition to the ring leaders of Vegas crime. Unfortunately for him someone called Brothers of Blasphemy Contracts. Death is only about six feet away and a gold .45 out. Silently he screws the silencer in and waits for the signal from Lil Evil. Two seconds later the windows in the building next door all explode as the building collapses. Their employer had a special request. Blow out his knee caps with a gun then throw him to the streets below.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lopendor." The man turns but Death is already in action. Two shots and Lopendor is on the ground pleading for his life. A large hand slams into his jaw and the pleas become sobs. The mandible shatters as Death begins to drag him towards the balcony. Thirty seconds later an egg like crack is heard and the contract is fulfilled. Death walks out the back door and crawls in the passenger seat. "Do the people always whine when they realize their worthless lives are about to end? I mean this guy was pleading so damn loud that i had to break his jaw to shut him off."

"Yeah they do seem whinier these days. Perhaps we should raise our price again?"

"Nah not yet but soon." They are interupted as the phone in the center console begins to ring. "Death speaking."

"Mr. Death its good to hear your voice. My name is Jonathan Panel and I'm the CEO at Free Lives. I have a proposition for you and Mr. Evil to hear. Are you interested?"

"Sure meet us at the strip in at ten tonight. You and one other any more and we won't show. Have a good night Mr. Panel. See ya then" He hits the end button just as Evil pulls the car into the base's garage. "Lil Evil I'm gonna go to town in an hour. Until then I'll be in the basement." He grabs the briefcase that's in the front door and heads straight down. Seconds later a thunderous echo runs through the house as Death once again is training with the sniper. Meanwhile Panel turns toward the president of the united states and promises once again that his ass will be safe.

If Panel's plans fail then he won't be lying but hopefully he just lied to the president.

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Chapter 4. I Will Kill You

As Lil Evil pulled onto the strip, all the killings he made there entered his skull like a .45 slug through his temple. Death turned to look at him and he knew that Lil Evil remembered what happened to his family.
Just as Death opened his, Lil Evil popped in a Disturbed cd into the car stereo, and snapped at Death “don’t even say it”. Death kept his mouth closed, then punched Lil Evil in the side of the head, Lil Evil screamed “what the hell was that for?!”, Death said nothing.
Lil Evil pulled off the strip and headed to their hideout, it was an abandoned airfield about 1 mile away from Vegas.
As they pulled into the garage, Death said “leave the keys, I need to go into town”, Lil Evil replied “ok, but so help me god if I find a scratch on this car, I’ll beat you with one of the shotguns” Death nodded and burnt out of the garage and headed for town, Lil Evil went inside, put his feet on the table, and cleaned his Colt .45’s, then looked at the p226 that he took from the guard at the building, then he took it apart and inspected it.
Meanwhile while Death was driving around in Vegas he noticed an FBI truck following him, he loaded his gun, but then quickly looked back to the road and there was a black Hummer H3 about to ram him. He swerved and missed it, but a mirror was knocked off and a large amount of paint was taken off the side of the car, he muttered “Lil Evil aint gonna like this”, he managed to evade the FBI and returned to the abandoned airstrip, parked the car in the garage and went inside.
Lil Evil tossed him a beer, and saw from his face that something was wrong, he said “if you messed up my car, I will kill you..” just then, they saw a car pull up, and a guy got out. Lil Evil said “this dirt bag is mine!” he snuck out the door and saw that the man was trying to pry open the garage he pulled out one of his Colts and slammed his head into the garage door, the man’s nose was broken and bleeding very heavily, the man yelled “you son of a….” but before he could say it, Lil Evil had wacked him with the gun. Two other men got out of the car and were shot with such accuracy you would swear a sniper had done it, one shot to each man and they fell like a ton of bricks. Lil Evil picked the man up and put the gun in his mouth and said “looks like flowers and a funeral for you my friend” just then the man yelled “please don’t, I work for a contract killer, he told me to scout the area, and report everything” Lil Evil let out a smirk and said “please give your employer a message” the man said “yes, anything” Lil Evil said “tell him I said this” and Lil Evil shoved the gun in the man’s mouth and pulled the trigger. Lil Evil opened the garage and saw the car, he couldn’t say anything, he just stared at the damage to the car.
He walked inside and went into the back room and yelled “Death get ever here”, Death walked down the hallway and got hit in the back of the head with a shotgun, he fell to the floor and kicked Lil Evil’s legs out, Lil Evil tried to run for the kitchen but Death grabbed his ankles and he slammed his face off the floor, Death then went for the bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the counter, Lil Evil preempted and smashed Death with a chair, Death fell to the floor and got up and slammed Lil Evil through a table. Lil Evil said “ok, im done, but you wrecked my car” Death pulled him up and Lil Evil staggered to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Tequila, sat on the couch and downed it. Death grabbed a large bottle of Vodka out of the cupboard and guzzled it standing up, Lil Evil looked over to Death and said “what are we gonna do about Sis?”….

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Chapter 5 Beginning of the End
Still the Past
Death pulled up to the newest casino in town. It was rather large and looked like an Aztec temple. Except everything was plated in gold. It was called the Apacolypse. The grand splendor seemed to be drawing quite the crowd but failed to impress Death. He got out and let the valet park Lil Evil's car. He didn't look like himself. Death had tons of synthetic masks that looked like skin. He always put one on before going to meet a client. To cover his hands he wore black gloves. Combine this with his pure black suit with black tie and that was his normal look. He walked silently into the main hall and began to look for the man who had called him. It wasn't hard to spot. The two of them were sitting with their backs toward the far wall and constantly screening the entrance spots. When Death walked in the blonde pointed and was quickly scolded by the older. Which to Death meant that the older man was Panel and the young blonde whoever he decided to bring with him. He heads straight toward their table when suddenly another man appears right in front and tries to strike Death in the face. Without thinking Death drills him in the nose and kicks hard on the left knee. There is a loud crunch followed by a thud as the man hits the ground. Death then sits as if nothing happened. "Good evening, Mr. Panel. What is this proposition you speak of?"
Panel looks worried but answers in a voice that is laced with honey and pleasing to hear. "Aw Mr. Death. Pleasure you could join us but please keep the guns in their holsters instead of setting them on your lap when you sit. They will be quite unnecessary."
It is Death's turn to look worrid. "Sure. Whatever you say." He sits but still draws his knife and sets it so the handle is easily reachable. "Now who's the target?"
The blonde says nothing and suddenly gets up and leaves. Death shows no reaction and just waits for Panel to continue. "You don't waste time, Death. Of course none of you reaper boys ever do." Death looks flushed and a smile crosses Panel's face. "Don't be too nervous or shocked. I know all about you. I also know that you might want this contract. The target is Nicholas Anderson. That's right the president. He's pushing right now for no war. But on the side he is also pushing for less terrosism in our own country. That would mean war on you my friend. Now, Death I'm going to give you a number and i want you to call it tomorrow. If you choose to accept the deal order two large pepperonis with no sauce, extra cheez, and light on the pepperoni." He grabs his hat off the tabel and walks out the main entrance. Death sits there a while then orders a shot of Vodka.
Two hours later Death is in the old air strip sitting in his room. Its quite simple. Nothing on the walls except a small photograph right above the door. There is a small bed in the far corner and a stool with a desk in the nearest. Other than that the room is bare. He's sitting on the stool writing in a small leather bound notebook. It serves as his journall. Next to him is an open bottle of vodka with two thirds of it gone. The mind behind the pen is troubled and the pen wiggles as it writes. "I was born in Miami. Didn't stay there long. Project Reaper showed up my parent's house when I was a month old and basically abducted me. My father proved to be a terrific marksman and soldier in the war. His reward was his son was chosen for this project that trains kids to be killers. When I turnt a year old they drowned me and brought me back. Second birthday they took me into the woods and abandoned me for three days. When i turnt six I finally met the man behind Project Reaper. Robert Lenap. He was an ex-senator from Texas. His view was that the perfect soldier were to be brought up without the caring and love that a family would support. Perfect soldiers should know only one constant in the world. Orders. When I turnt twelve they gave me the mark of the project. One of them heated a scythe blade super hot and burnt me my back in between my shoulder blades. It took nearly six months to become a scar. Even after my accident that brand is still visible. At sixteen I was given my first contract. I was told to assaniate Richard Rosecave. He was twenty five and on his way to becoming one of the most influential speakers of the century. However he supported the wrong issues according to the government. I disguised myself as student wanting to seek his advice and quickly pulled my gun out of my suit jacket. I had every chance to kill him but decided that if I faile Project Reaper would disown. Freedom had its appeal. I shot myself in the shoulder and told him to run. As as he took off I shot the window out and then fell in a corner. Lenap was the first to arrive on the scene. He refused to let me leave the Project. So I shot him four times in the chest and took off out the window." He stops writing and chugs the rest of the bottle of Vodka. Then continues writing. "The only reason these memories are even beginning to come up again is because a new client knows my past. I have decided that we will not be taking this contract. It feels wrong." At this last sentence he stands, walks to the bed, and passes out. His dreams have never been more depressing. Too bad they are not true nightmares but only recollections of the past that created Death.

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Chapter 6. Don’t Let Bad Memories Kill You.

Death put down the empty bottle of vodka and looked at Lil Evil, he replied “at the moment, there is nothing we can do”. Evil kicked a table over and stormed out the door.
Evil walked down to the highway not too far from the airstrip and put his thumb out. A big black truck stopped and the driver asked where he was headed to, Evil replied “Vegas” the driver said “that’s quite a drive” Evil sharply responded “look can you drive me there or not?” the driver nodded his head and Evil closed the door. As they were driving Evil pulled out a picture of his family and a smile went on his face, the driver looked over at the picture and said “running away from something?” Evil waited a moment and said “no, I’m running after someone.” The driver took a moment and then realized that the man’s family was most likely murdered. The rest of the drive was quite unpleasant, when they arrived in Vegas, the driver looked over and said “don’t let bad memories kill you” Evil slowly looked over at the driver and quietly said “thanks, I’ll try to remember that…and thanks for the lift”. He got out and walked into a nearby motel and walked into the office. The manager gave him a typical welcome and Evil just looked around then when the speech was done, he said “I want a nice room, with a TV, and some liquor” the manager looked at him for a second then replied “as you wish sir” then the man looked down and said “and what would your name be sir?” Evil thought for a moment, he’d never used his name for quite some time. He said “Kyle Lacey” the manager said “ok, here you are sir”. Evil took the key and walked into his room, then pulled out the picture and sat down on the small bed. He looked at the picture for a moment and then remembered the day he was dismissed from the Navy S.E.A.L.S., then a dark memory popped into his head like a bullet. It was not too long ago but he couldn’t remember the exact day because he had amnesia. It was his son’s 3rd birthday. All of his family was there but something evil was about to go down, something so evil you’d think the devil himself was behind it. Lil Evil was going to cut his son’s cake when all of a sudden machine gun bullets rippled his mother’s chest. She collapsed and then everyone else was killed with shotgun, and machine gun fire, soon it was only him, his father, his wife, and his son. He looked over and told his dad “were going to have to go into the shed and pull out some good ole noise makers” his father was shot in the top of the head before he could say “ok”, Evil grabbed the butchers knife on the table and charged at the gunman who killed his father. He tackled the man and stabbed him 23 times out of aggression. Then ran to the shed and grabbed his Colt S.A.A. and 2 silver Colt .45’s. his wife and son ran and hopped into the family car which was a GMC Jimmy but before the car started his wife’s head exploded from a shotgun shell. He yelled her name and kept running to the truck, he must have been 2 feet away when he was blown backwards. He was shot in the chest by a 9mm sub-machine gun. He got up and put his S.A.A. in the man’s mouth and pulled the trigger. Blood squirted into his face and then the man who shot his wife hopped into a black car with his son, and drove off. He ran out onto the road and yelled to his son “Nicholai!!!” then the car was gone, so was the only thing he had left in the world. A large group of men with metal baseball bats surrounded him, he muttered “get it over with you pieces of ****” within seconds he was beaten to within an inch of death and thrown into the trunk of a car. When the car stopped, the men pulled him out of the trunk and he was thrown over a waterfall along with his guns. Then he snapped out of that horrible moment by a knock at his door. He wiped a tear from his eye and went to the door.
When he opened it, he saw Death standing there with keys to a car held out Evil took the keys and said “…these are not keys to my Impala.” Death pointed to a car in the other side of the parking lot, it was a jet black Mercedes SLR McClearen. Evil stood there for a minute then pressed the button for the horn, sure enough it was his new car. Then bullets exploded the window in his room. Death yelled “grab your stuff we gotta jet!”.

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Chapter 7 Hell emerges. Past
Death awoke the next morning and tucked the journal away in the floorboards. He was extremely secretive about just how twisted his past was. Just as he knocked the last board back in place a young woman came through his door. She is maybe twenty six. She's flashes a brillant white smile and him and runs over and gives him a hug. "Hey Bro glad to see you up. I just stopped by to give you and Evil a bit of green. I had a good night last night. About the other day when I said I hated you. I didn't mean it. You and Lil Evil are all I have after that night. You guys are family."
That night flashes into Death's memory like a movie. He and Lil Evil had been hired by a woman whose daughter was killed by this man named Diablo Angelo. He was a small time punk who forced women into prostitution. They were not to kill anyone including Diablo. They were too just go and retrive the woman's daughter. Unfortunately right after they recieved their payment the woman was killed in a drive by shooting. "I say we do this anyway, Death. I mean we have the payment."
"I agree." The two enter the dark alley in which at the back was a door leading to an empty warehouse. Well officially it was empty. In truth it was Diablo's home. It was ran like a strip club but in truth was a brothel. Diablo forced women who owed him money into being a working gal. As the brothers got closer to the door they pulled their guns. Death flashes a quick smile and kicks the door off its hinges. "Nobody move. If you move I will shoot you." A man sprints towards him and Death fires one shot. It slams into the man's head and a second later a body falls to the ground.
Lil Evil walks a couple step forward and begins to speak. "We are looking for Diablo. We are not here to kill anyone. We are here to retrive a young girl. We will not speak her name only show a picture to Diablo then be on our way after we have her." From the back of the large room emerges a man. He has long black hair that is pulled tight into a ponytail. His skin is scarred and tattooed. He looks like every other smalltime crook on Vegas's streets.
"I am Diablo. How do I know I can trust you?"
Death answers him. "You can't but do know that if you don't release the girl that I will kill you." He taps the guns against his chest and smiles again. Diablo motions for them to follow and they finally reach his inner haven. Its a dark room and there is three women chained to the wall. They are dancing. When noone is looking Death releases the nearest chain from the wall. He winks at the woman and follow the others to a table. As they sit Lil Evil begins to speak.
"We are only here for this one girl. Personally we don't care what you do here but we were hired by this girl's mother to get her back. We bring with us the payment we recieved to do this task. All twenty five thousand is yours if you let her go. Her name is Rochelle Namtih. On the streets her nickname is Virus. This is her." Lil Evil pushes a photo across the table.
"Yes that's her there." He points a large finger in the direction of the woman Death just released. The woman is nearly at the door but Diablo is over there in a second and brings his hand down hard on the woman's face. Lil Evil slams into the man and begins to slam fist after fist into the man's head. Five minutes later the man loses conciousness and Lil Evil stands up and walks away. Death however walks over and grabs a glass of wine off the counter. He splashes it in Diablo's face. As he sputters awake Death places the barrel of the gun to Diablo's temple.
"You shouldn't have ever laid your hands on a woman in violence. For that the penalty is death. Tell Satan hi for me." His finger pulls hard and there is a sound not unlike an egg exploding. Death stands and grabs the woman's hand. "You'll be safe with us. Come."
The memory is swept away as Virus touches his hand. "I really you two a lot. Thanks again for coming to save me."
"No problem." Virus gets up and walks out the door. A second later there is an explosion and the front door of the hideout disappears. Death sprints over but Virus is gone. He begins to holler her name as Lil Evil appears. From behind them comes the sound of a shotgun cocking.
"Down now both of you." The man standing there is dressed in all black with a mask on. As the brothers get on the ground he pulls the mask off. Death recognizes him instantly.
"Savior. What the fuck are you doing?"
"Sorry boys. Just business. I was offered a lot of money to kidnap Virus. Oh and to leave you this." Savior is six five and built like a soldier. He was one of two Reapers who became the best of the best. The other was Death. However while Death had left the system Savior had embraced it and became the leading assasion for them. But when Project Reaper was disbanded and Lenap disappeared Savior joined Free Lives. His hands reach deep into the pocket and he tosses down a very small cell phone. "Enjoy your night. Later." He throws Virus over his shoulder and walks out the door. Lil Evil jumps up and begins to run out the door but sees the trip wire. Savior had rigged the entire outside perimeter.
"He's a pro. Maybe a little trigger happy at times but he's good at what he does."
Death is cut off as the phone begins to ring. Lil Evil registers the ringtone as Amazing Grace as he answers it. Panel is on the other end. "So how about you reconsider that job I offered? Either that or we vaccinate Virus."
"We'll take the job."

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