BLOODWORTH, Tai Goodman [ebook reader macos .txt] 📗

HEY! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! We hide them-” The Nazi mashed the alarm button. The outside speakers yelled loudly, “We have an emergency alert at station 9. We have an emergency alert at station 9.”

Phoenix turned his head to acknowledge this, while the Nazi stood up with his gun and aimed at Phoenix. Phoenix turned around and fired a bullet through the glass, killing the Nazi with a shot to the head. “VHAT IS GOING ON BACK HERE?”

 

Phoenix climbed through the glass and grabbed the corpse, holding it like a human shield. He then entered the hallway. “Give up where your people are hiding! TELL ME, NOW!” 

The Nazi started unloading an automatic SMG on Phoenix. "Wrong move." Phoenix launched the body off of him, and onto the Nazi. Then he fired a shot through the corpse, and into the Nazi's brain. Then a bloodhound in the back showed his face. "Aww.. SHIT!" 

 

The hound eargerly pounced on Phoenix, pinning him to the floor. With one arm separating him from the dog's drooling fangs, Phoenix knocked the dog off of him with the grip of the pistol. "Bad fucking dog."

 

Phoenix put it down with a bullet to the head. In the back, there was a voice. It said, "Hey! You out there! Let me out!" Phoenix heard the cry for help, and approached the back of the station, where the cells were. And in the back was a man in a white collared shirt, red suspenders, and blue jeans. "Hey, could you let me out?"

 

Phoenix's mask said, "Why should I?"

 

The man noticed the label on his mask and said, "Oh.. Uh... I can help you out. Whatever you're doing." Phoenix nodded and asked, "Well who are you? Why are you here? And hurry up, because I think backup's coming and I can't stay long."

"I got arrested for helping a friend, who was Mexican. Happened five hours ago, at the least." 

 

"Huh. Alright. If I let you out, do you want to come with me?" 

 

The man nodded. "I can't go back, the Nazi guys are all over the place." Phoenix shot the lock off of the door, and released the prisoner. "By the way, I'm Stanley." 

 

"Phoenix. Phoenix Leopard. Now let's get going." 

 

Phoenix transformed the handlebars into the choppercycle. "Whoa, holy hell..." Stanley said. "WE GOTTA GO, HOLD ON!" 

Stanley sat down on the back, as Phoenix sped down the corridor and crashed through the glass double-doors. The police had arrived, and Phoenix ran over one of them. 

 

"OFFICER DOWN! We have a suspected criminal that is escorting an undesirable, requesting backup!"

 

Phoenix drove onto the highway. "Suspect is wearing a mask, and driving a strange vehicle, looks like a motorcycle." Phoenix pressed a button on his motorcycle's dash and deployed a smoke bomb. Then he sped down an alternate route. "Alright, I think we lost them."

 Then Phoenix headed for home. The garage was still open. Phoenix arrived with Stanley, as Pete was sitting there reading a magazine. "Stanley, meet Peter. Peter meet Stanley." The two shook hands. 

 

"Nice to meet you."

 

"Same here."

 

 

Chapter IV: The Beast Within

 "Alright. So when I went to the station, I got absolutely fucking nothing. But here's the thing- I think I'm wanted, now. I killed about five guys, and a dog. So if we're actually gonna find this asshole, we need to upgrade ourselves." Pete looked at Stanley. "Well... Let's give you an upgrade, first."

 

This took about four days. Blueprint after blueprint, they used scrap metal, real metal, and technology too complicated for human eyes to visualize. The first plan was to give Phoenix a pair of ramming pads made from an old quarterback's football pads. To create it, they added a few velcro straps and metal spikes. Then there was the revival technology. It wasn't just another vest, but its purpose was to revive Phoenix in case he dies in the middle of battle. Very complicated to make, its function was to inject BJ with a serum then shock him hard enough to restart his heart.

 

And they succeeded. In just four days.

 

DOWNTOWN NEW ORLEANS

ANOTHER NAZI POST

 

Phoenix drove up to the station, and entered without his mask on to prevent suspicion from arising. When nobody in the lobby was looking, he snuck behind the counter of the reception and grabbed a Nazi by his neck. "Hey, I'm gonna give you one- STOP FUCKING STRUGGLING!" The Nazi simmered down and sat still. "Alright, listen to me. Where's all the records of your little undesirables?" 

The Nazi grinned and said, "Ich weiß nicht wovon du sprichst!" 

Phoenix sighed and pulled his head a little to the right. "FICK SIE UND IHRE ART, AMERIKANER!" 

 

Then he pulled the man's knife out and put it against his neck. "I know you fucks know English, TELL ME IN ENGLISH!" The man cleared his throat, and sputtered, "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! The records are in ze back of ze station! They are the regional ones though."

 

"Great, I don't fucking care, regional or not." 

 

Phoenix pulled the man's skull through the knife, and split the man's head in half. Then crouching, he silently crept into the back of the station. Various file records were kept stationed in metallic file cabinets in alphabetical order. "Leopard.. Got to find Leopard." 

 

Then he found the La-Li tab. He slid the cabinet drawer opened and flipped through the folders. Eventually, he discovered his wife's file folder. Abhy Leopard. His gloved hands pulled the folder out by its tab, and read the contents within it.

 

Abhy Leopard. Age: 36. Reason for Arrest: Jewish Descent. Location of Arrest: Neu Orleans, Lousiana. "Getting fucking tired of people saying Neu, it's NEW Orleans you German assholes."  Then Phoenix took a further look in the back of the station. There was a basement door, locked. A padlock was chaining the door and wall together. Out of curiosity, he slipped a bobby pin into the keyhole and started fiddling with it. "Come on.. Stupid tumbler." Then the lock's chain released. Phoenix pushed the door open, and walked downstairs. Once his feet touched the floor, he noticed an undesirable in a torture chair. His wrists and ankles were tied around the arms and legs of the chair.

 

The man was African American, and was staring blank at the floor. Then he looked up at Phoenix. His mask said, "HEY." Then a picture of a waving hand showed up on the mask. "Hey, man, you gotta let me go! Please!" Phoenix nodded and released him from the shackles. "You're the best, man!" 

 

"Don't mention it." The man looked over Phoenix's shoulder, then took a few steps back. "Oh my God, he's here! WATCH OUT!" Phoenix turned around and was shoved backwards into the torture chair. The Nazi pulled out a Luger pistol, shot the black man in the head, and then shot Phoenix in his side.

 

'Don't let the pain stop you now, Phoenix. Let it be your shield.' The Nazi kicked Phoenix in his neck, and shot him four more times, killing him. "Zat vas easy as einz, zwei, drei!" 

He walked over to Phoenix's corpse, and poked it. "Not so powerful now, are you, American scumbag?" Once he reached for Phoenix's mask, Phoenix's vest injected him with a serum vial, and a powerful electrocuting shock encompassed his body, and zapped the Nazi.

 

"AAA-AA-AA-AAAGGG-GG-HHH!" 

 

Phoenix grabbed the Nazi by his neck, and stood up, while still electrocuting him. "Nazi scumbag." He pulled out his shotgun, forced it in the Nazi's mouth, and blew a huge crater in the Nazi's skull. The voltage stopped, and from upstairs, a Nazi said, "Vhat is going on down zere? Buckheider? Buckheider do you hear me?" Phoenix erupted from the basement, crashing through the door, and repeatedly stabbing the Nazi in the stomach. One last stab, and the knife pierced through the body, and through the wooden wall behind him.

 

Phoenix's job was done. He left on his choppercycle, leaving behind a police station of four murdered men. 'Killed you. Stole your shit. Now I'm coming for you, Abhy." 

 

 

Chapter V: Remnants

Phoenix returned home. The panic room door in the garage was open, on the floor. The secret contraption to open it was by turning a vise on a workbench, wired up to the door. Phoenix walked down into the basement, and found Pete and Stanley drunk. "What the f- Are you guys DRUNK?"

 

There was three bottles of beer scattered around. "Listen, Phoe-Phoe- MMHMM! PHOE-nix, I'm not as think as you drunk I am. I'm perfectly fine," Stanley told Phoenix with his hand on his shoulder. Phoenix started laughing. "Well, I got what I came for. A piece of paper in a cardstock piece of paper."

 

"Heh heh heh, he did all that for a piece of paper," Peter snarked. Phoenix's mask showed a flaming skull on it to show his anger. "Hey, man, your mask is too bright. Could you take it down a notch?"

 

Phoenix grabbed Peter by his neck and said, "Peter this folder tells me where my wife is. It's not just a motherfucking piece of paper."

Peter said, "OKAY- UNDERSTOOD. PLEASE- STOP! CAN'T BREATHE!" Phoenix released him, and Pete was on his knees. "Aye aye captain, what's the next step of this plan thingy?" Phoenix took off his mask and took a second to breathe. "We go for the location, and according to the file, she was taken to..."

 

He skimmed the file's data. "Baton Rouge. We go there, get her, come back. Done deal." The group nodded. 

 

'Went to the capital once, only once. These unfamiliar roads churn my stomach, make me feel weird. Whatever was here before, it's not here now. So I'll never get to see what Baton Rouge once was. But for now, my only goal is to get Abhy back." Phoenix sped on the road to Baton Rouge, while Peter and Stanley were following behind him.

 

Phoenix arrived at a toll gate, with a Nazi operating it. This time, security was tight. "Identifikation?" Phoenix shrugged and handed the man his ID card. "You may go. Heil Hitler."

The toll opened.

 

"Heil Shitler." 

 

"No no no, it's heil-" Phoenix drove off. Then Pete and Stanley arrived. "Hey, uh, I don't have my ID with me," Stanley informed Pete. "Great, we're fucked, because I just remembered I left my wallet at the house." 

 

"Identifikation, please."

 

Phoenix slowed down, looking behind him, seeing Pete and Stanley holding up the toll. 'Great. What the hell's the problem now?'

 

Stanley pulled a dollar out of his pocket and said, "One dollar if you let us go." The Nazi laughed and said, "Sir, I do not care about your money. I want your identifikation card. If you do not have it, you will have to go somewhere else." Then a bullet soared through the glass and hit the Nazi in the head.  Phoenix slowly rode over by the window, and with the