Category : Stories

Sub Category : Thriller

 With his fists starting to get sore, Donald Riggs swore to make them bleed. Even if he is to die, He will make them bleed. He will walk a mile through Mr. X's thugs, leaving a trail of entrails, painting a bloody path of vengence.

 Three of these low life thugs circle around him. The chubby one wearing suspenders comes charging at Riggs with his gut acting as a battering ram. Riggs's punch punctures the gut causing the chubby man to heave and fall back dead . One of the chubby one's buddies, clocks Riggs over the head. Riggs tries to shake off the dizziness when another thug throws a chain at him. The chain miss swiping off Riggs's face by inches. 

 Bending down quickly, Riggs grabs hold of the chain and pulls with such force that the thug on the otherside comes flying at Riggs. A punch that fractures the thug's skull ceases his flight. The thug rocks on the ground moaning. Riggs begins whipping the thug on the ground with the chain. His distaste for this thug's noises fuels the raging hatred seething in Riggs. The last thug is horrified by the possibilities of his own fate.

"I just want your boss's head. It's time he pays for the blood on his hands. My daughter's blood on his hands." 

 Speaking of blood covered hands, Riggs grips his, popping knuckles and moving towards the thug. The thug drops to his knees, sniveling and pleading for his life to be spared.

"The entrance to his temple is under The Blue Night club. He peforms his sick rituals there."

 If there is anything Gaf City is in abundance of, it's sick psychotic fucks. And Riggs is counted among them. Riggs lifts the thug to his feet, kisses the man on his lips, and then grabs the thug's head with both hands, then snaps the scum's neck.

 The Blue Night sounds like a nightmare come true. Riggs thinks as he walks away from three corpses whistling a tune about a bluejay on his shoulder.