Why Does He Need To Be A Hero (Chapter 3)

The Father; The Children Pt.I

Death has always been consistent in my life, ironic as it may sound it’s the truth. I remember days passing after my mothers death, my body cold clinging to existence as much as it could. I surely thought my fate was sealed until they came. They brought me to him, at that time everyone kneeled before one man. One man controlled the police force the underworld and also had political influence, his name was Ra. Ra was not only feared by the thugs he was feared by the suit and tie straight laced club soda delegates of corporate America, Ra was almighty. He stood at 6’6 skin black as tar from the pit’s the dinosaurs stole time in. His eyes were grey as stone and upon him a crown of rusty razor blades that fit perfectly on his lacerated forehead. They told him I was near dead; my lungs were entrenched in blood therefore making it difficult for me to breath or move. He asked if I had any family, they told him it was not of there concern.

The amazement was I survived in one of the vilest places in the city “The Fort” for three days with no food or water. He made them cut slits under my ribcage to drain the fluid out, I screamed as the knife grazed my flesh readying the tubes to be inserted. When the process was complete he turned to me and said, “There is mysterious anger that rest in your heart, this anger has made you strong. This anger has sent you to me; this anger will be your fuel. THIS ANGER WILL MAKE YOU IMMORTAL.” He began to teach me of all things of his world, he told me of his children. The assassins, thieves, drug lords those who walk when the light fades off the earth and darkness swallows the sky to embrace them. When the time was ready he made me watch his children kill. Years passed and I grew closer to Ra, he became my father and I his son. The children feared me as they did my father, they had reason so. I was ruthless, I killed women, children and raped with no fret. On a cold rainy night I will never forget, my father came to me and told me the thieves were forming an alliance and disbanding from us. The thieves in the city knew of everything that went on from drugs, murder, rape, money, power moves etc. He wanted to meet with there leader and lieutenant, with only me by his side. There leader was Vandal Arch, Vandal was loyal to my father for many years, in fact he was the man who saved me. He and his comrades are the ones who brought me to Ra; they are who I owe supreme loyalty to. I knew Father wanted to work it out somehow to keep us all together. We all had a sense the old ways were near end and order would be reestablished but only by blood.

Why Does He Need To Be A Hero (Chapter 2)

Pestilence; the Fort


The Fort is a housing project within the city known for its high violence. It consists of 3 identical buildings, all 12 stories high. The main entrances are steel reinforced doors to keep out the degenerates of society; on one of the door it reads “Asar is a killer!” in graffiti. The buildings occupy a block on Main St. within the city; between each building are small alleyways where you could probably find bodies of children maimed earlier that evening. Within these alleyways the criminal underworld exist, the blood soaked on the walls can still tell there tale. The city is mine, the reason they follow me is because I’m there father. The city is the mother and I have fornicated her enough to produce adequate spawn. Drugs, sluts, guns, whatever means criminals use I own. There is no God for I am him; I am the alpha and omega I cannot die. Though I must admit many have tried to see me off. They told me the Russians wanted to meet, I arranged so in one of the alleys of the Fort. My loyal subject Pestilence was with me on the ride to the fort. Pestilence mmmmmmmmmmm what a beautiful name the lord has given him, I mean I do try. This young man was brought to me from the serpents, the serpents are those who sliver in the night they are the “tribe of thieves” if you will. His mother swallowed my children on many occasions before my satisfaction was fulfilled with sticking my blade into her throat. Her screams were a serenade to my soul, and the blood that sprayed from her beautiful neck a vision of love. I saved his mother, I saved her. “Asar, Were here”, the driver says as he rolls back up the window in the limousine. I explained to Pestilence that when I drop to my knees he should make his entrance; these meets are not always friendly. The Russians want a merger to control one of most powerful drugs in the city “Heptoxic II”. The fort is the manufacturing lab of the product, within these housing projects tenants are forced to slave labor. I own 2 of the buildings in the fort, while the Russians own one. If we did merge then the city would be under the Russians and my control. I am ASAR!!! I stand alone, and the children of Asar stand only with there father! Upon exiting the vehicle I see 2 of the Russians and there leader Volkof. For the last 10 years he has ruled over them with tight grip, he stands about 6’4 dark hair and soviet tattoos all over his flesh. I also have tattoos but not those associated with ink; my flesh bears the scars and bruises from many years of discipline. Its sort of a ritual of mine before a meeting to strip bare, I think this is the truest form of honesty. One of the Russians chuckling screams out in a heavy accent “aren’t you cold, mighty Asar???” I smiled proceeding closer to them, keeping my arms open in a show of good faith. The alley seems so familiar, the smell the……… “Well now Asar, are you ready?” asked Volkof. I nodded and we began to discuss the merger. One of the Russians took post next to me while the other beside Volkof. I started to sense there was more to this than the merger. The Russian next to me was shaking; I could see the beads of sweat form on his face as his brow readjusted to keep it from touching his eyes. This was no merger at all they wanted my head.


Asar:  Enough of this back and fourth ramble I know why you are here Volkof.


Volkof:    Then enough of this! We have never been allies so I will tell you the truth ASAR!! They have sent me to tell u submit, you think you’re a god you are creating too many problems!!


Asar:    Problems…………, it seems I fix the problems but never less I understand.


Volkof:    If you don’t submit they will come, they will kill all your children; they will bury your memory in the pages of fucking history!!! No one will speak your name, and if shall will have there tongues removed and mouths stapled shut!


Asar:    You must have a powerful force backing you. Let me guess the “Triple Blade??” They have been trying to destroy me for years but have always failed as you can see.


Volkof: (Laughing) the “Triple blade” is a joke! I am working with a power far greater, a power that will take over this city and destroy any rival that dare cross its path!!


I stood still for a moment, everything became silent. The three looked with waiting eyes. The sweaty one had his hand on hip as if preparing for the duel. I took one step forward and raised my hands, the two henchmen pulled there pistols but Volkof waived them off.


Asar:    Time is the enemy of the gods; time is what those who are incomplete want so much more of. Time has met me today, I will submit.


I begin to drop to my knees, my eyes close as I await my end. Before my knees could touch the cold pavement, I hear a yell. Blood pours from a blade in the throat of the sweaty Russian that was standing directly over me, I reach quick grab his pistol as he falls and fire at the other henchmen. The bullet made way to his face ripping though the cheek, exploding his jaw upon impact. Out of the shadows another blade flies out to catch a running Volkof in the back. From the shadows a lean figure in a black trench coat appears, in one hand a pistol in the other a curved blade. The lean figure kneels before me and lowers his head. My son Pestilence always knows how to make an entrance. I grab the curved blade from his grasp and walk towards Volkof, as I get closer I noticed the blade that Pestilence released into his back rendered him paralyzed.


Volkof: (whimpering) y-you n-need me Asar, they will come!!




I inserted the curved blade into the back of Volkof’s neck slowly, every inch of penetration his eyes widened more. I covered his mouth to contain his yells for mercy, “shhhhhhh” I whisper calmly in his ear as he bites down on my hand. His bite started to let lose as his life slowly faded away.


Why Does He Need to Be a Hero (Chapter 1)

She was somebody; Protect and Serve

They each had there way with her, naked leaned over the filth infested dumpster she cried. To “protect and serve” they wore on the uniforms, they protected no one and served only themselves. There were 4 of them, eyes full of lust and desire. The leader shouted “who next on this tramp?!?!” They took turns upon her fragile flesh, busting inside her narrow domain. One of them kept his hands pressed around my young neck forcing me to witness the horror. I cried and screamed as much as I could, it was only answered with cheers and hi fives from the officers. She never gave them the satisfaction as much as they forced there way inside her she never screamed; only cried. Her face looked like she had 2 golf balls permanently trapped in her cheeks from the constant abuse. Her tears became a pinkish tone as they ran down her face due to the blood, her life was withering. After countless hours of this torture the culmination came with a gunshot to the woman’s forehead. Her body flew back against the graffiti and painted the alley way wall a crimson hue. The leader look towards me, as they approached I closed my eyes in hopes they would disappear; they didn’t. A sharp blow came across my face which caused me to stumble to the ground. I was flat on my face when I felt him inside of me; I shouted to the heavens to save me but like her was only answered with laughter and applauses. All had a turn with me, to abuse to rape. I lay faking dead until I heard there footsteps fade, I dragged my tortured mutilated body over to hers and collapsed beside. I was only 14, and she was my mother.



Why Does He Need to Be a Hero (Author Intro)

Ok I’ve been working on a book for quite sometime now and figured I would start posting chapters for whoever wanted to check it out. The story is set in the future about a serial killer who runs a powerful criminal family, and one day has a moment of clarity. I will post in chapter format so every post will be a chapter from the book.


I present to you the dark drama “Why Does He Need to Be a Hero”



The city is alive, the blood pumps from electric eyes to the ribcage of steel reinforced housing projects to the lungs which inhale all that is life. The shadows are home to those rag tags, misfortunate ones who’s souls could not consider that of a normal life. Normal life – LIFE of the ho hum punch clock pressed sleeve reject who saves his whole life to lose it all. Do you understand what it means to save, do you?? I know what it means to save. I was saved once, along time ago before the rampage. I read somewhere when I was young, all hope would be lost. In my past that was the nightmare of the future, I cry tears of blood because the future is the present and the present is a gift to those who are privileged to unwrap. I may be dammed but I am privileged………………….very privileged.