(If you are offended by acts of violence or stuff like that look away, this thread is not for you!))
(This will be one of many chapters of this story, but please feel free to give your opinions and helpful story-writing tips here! If I don't get any tips on how to improve it'll just be that much harder to improve.)
A punch flew for Joey's gut as four men were holding each of his limbs, trying to keep him still as about six Family Mafia Men were kicking, punching, spitting, and shooting him in various non-lethal places. Joey's massive left arm raises up, lifting all four of the mobsters holding onto it. Joey begins swinging his arms, struggling for dear life trying to shake them off sending a few of the mobsters into the wall of the buildings in the small alleyway they were in.
However his efforts were futile as a group tackled him to the ground with renewed vigor, holding down the thrashing behemoth of a man. One man in a freshly tailored white suit, a white fedora, and a pair of black 'Daddy-O' style sun-glasses walked up to the restrained Joey.
"Joey, Joey, Joey, Didn't your mother ever teach you manners or was she too busy on her knee's to teach you anything?" The man in the white suit said with a wicked sort of smile as Joey's fighting spirit was renewed as he thrashed even harder againts the huge group of Family Mobsters holding him down. The man in the white suit took out a silenced 9MM Pistol and fired it repeatedly into Joey's massive body. Everything went dark and the voices faded, except for ringing, slight, soft, ringing.
Joey quickly jerked up from his bed to the sound of his Cellphone Ringing, his body covered in sweat, his bed in shambles and his breathing labored from the panic of the nightmare. He reached over to the desk beside his bed and picked up the Cellphone, opening it and answering it.
"What?!" Joey said rather harshly, still upset from his dream.
"Watch your tone, if it weren't for me you'd still be rotting in Ziggursky, your just a worthless no name thug in the Rogue Isles, if you want to go anywhere you'd best listen to me." A Female's voice said from over the line, he studied it for a few seconds before remembering it to be Kalinda's.
"I am sorry Mistress Kalinda, it's just that I...well I had other things on my mind." Joey said, his tone dramaticly changing into that of a whimpering puppy.
"So I see, being haunted by the past Joey?" Kalinda's voice said with a wicked sort of tinge mixed in.
"Mistress Kalinda I am grateful for you letting me become a Destined One but...I wish you wouldn't do that...I hate it when people rummage through my mind like that." Joey spoke passive and quietly.
"Yes yes, well I did not call you for mindless chatter..I have a job for you, and if you get this right I'll pass the word onto Huntsman Oheka to consider your initiation into the Wolfspider Unit. " Kalinda spoke, her voice never changing from its cold, emotionless tone.
"Im listening Miss Kalinda." Joey said as he sat up in bed to devote further attention.
"It involves your good friends the Family Joey.." Kalinda spoke with a sort of amusement, feeling his reaction. Joey was not the brightest bulb, which worked well for Kalinda since it meant he had no mental resistance whatsoever. Kalinda was confident when she made him a Destined One that he was destined to be a servent to Arachnos..
(If you are offended by acts of violence or stuff like that look away, this thread is not for you!))
(This will be one of many chapters of this story, but please feel free to give your opinions and helpful story-writing tips here! If I don't get any tips on how to improve it'll just be that much harder to improve.)
A punch flew for Joey's gut as four men were holding each of his limbs, trying to keep him still as about six Family Mafia Men were kicking, punching, spitting, and shooting him in various non-lethal places. Joey's massive left arm raises up, lifting all four of the mobsters holding onto it. Joey begins swinging his arms, struggling for dear life trying to shake them off sending a few of the mobsters into the wall of the buildings in the small alleyway they were in.
However his efforts were futile as a group tackled him to the ground with renewed vigor, holding down the thrashing behemoth of a man. One man in a freshly tailored white suit, a white fedora, and a pair of black 'Daddy-O' style sun-glasses walked up to the restrained Joey.
"Joey, Joey, Joey, Didn't your mother ever teach you manners or was she too busy on her knee's to teach you anything?" The man in the white suit said with a wicked sort of smile as Joey's fighting spirit was renewed as he thrashed even harder againts the huge group of Family Mobsters holding him down. The man in the white suit took out a silenced 9MM Pistol and fired it repeatedly into Joey's massive body. Everything went dark and the voices faded, except for ringing, slight, soft, ringing.
Joey quickly jerked up from his bed to the sound of his Cellphone Ringing, his body covered in sweat, his bed in shambles and his breathing labored from the panic of the nightmare. He reached over to the desk beside his bed and picked up the Cellphone, opening it and answering it.
"What?!" Joey said rather harshly, still upset from his dream.
"Watch your tone, if it weren't for me you'd still be rotting in Ziggursky, your just a worthless no name thug in the Rogue Isles, if you want to go anywhere you'd best listen to me." A Female's voice said from over the line, he studied it for a few seconds before remembering it to be Kalinda's.
"I am sorry Mistress Kalinda, it's just that I...well I had other things on my mind." Joey said, his tone dramaticly changing into that of a whimpering puppy.
"So I see, being haunted by the past Joey?" Kalinda's voice said with a wicked sort of tinge mixed in.
"Mistress Kalinda I am grateful for you letting me become a Destined One but...I wish you wouldn't do that...I hate it when people rummage through my mind like that." Joey spoke passive and quietly.
"Yes yes, well I did not call you for mindless chatter..I have a job for you, and if you get this right I'll pass the word onto Huntsman Oheka to consider your initiation into the Wolfspider Unit. " Kalinda spoke, her voice never changing from its cold, emotionless tone.
"Im listening Miss Kalinda." Joey said as he sat up in bed to devote further attention.
"It involves your good friends the Family Joey.." Kalinda spoke with a sort of amusement, feeling his reaction. Joey was not the brightest bulb, which worked well for Kalinda since it meant he had no mental resistance whatsoever. Kalinda was confident when she made him a Destined One that he was destined to be a servent to Arachnos..
(Look Forward to the Next Chapter.)