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The Green Scorpions

29 Wednesday Jun 2016

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castration, London, vigilante

Deep under the City of London

Way beneath the Underground

Is the Headquarters of a Secret Organisation

Who call Themselves the Green Scorpions

They Live way down there amongst the Ferals and steps

the Outcasts.

The Green Scorpions are an Elite Group

It is a very hard Group to join

You have to have the ability to Live you Life without

Sunlight.

And also be able to Commit some serious Crimes to rid

the Earth of Vermin and garbage of the Human kind.

They call Themselves the Green Scorpions because They

like to strike hard and fast.

Then disappear into the Night

Dragging their Prey with Them.

The Group consists of only Six Members

They are all very different.

But they are all exactly the Same.

Just like the Ferals and the Outcasts

The Six Green Scorpions have also been rejected by Society

Because of attitude problems and Body Modifications

The Six Green Scorpions share a common bond.

They are all Brutal and will never take a backward step

They will never rest until the World is rid of Scum and

Trash

One Person at a Time.

One of the Ferals

Is a young Dreadlocked ex Meth Addict Named Dougal

Dougal is Sixteen and He has been in the System since He

was Ten.

But He has fallen through the cracks.

And He now Resides deep underground

Down in the Dungeons.

But now He is a Man on a Mission

The Green Scorpions and other underground Colony are

Hungry.

So Dougal has to make His way to the Surface

Tonight it is Chinese.

A few Owners of the local Restaurants have taken a shine to

Dougal and the other Ferals

So They provide them with leftover Food and uncollected

Orders.

Dougal arrives at the Alley leading to the Back Door of the Chinese

With him is His trusty Sidekick a large White Rat named Rat.

Then Dougal Hears some muffled Screams behind some Wooden

Pallets.

He sees a Girl being brutally Raped.

Dougal quickly backs off.

And from his Backpack He pulls out a Notebook and a Pen.

And He Writes a short Message.

Then He ties the Note to Rats Tail and sends Him on His way

Rat knows exactly what to do and where to go.

He slips down a Stormwater Drain with a Message for the

Green Scorpions.

The Owner of the Chinese Restaurant comes Outside with

a Shitload of Food.

But Dougal waves Him back and tells him to call for help.

The Two Rapists have finished their dirty deed

They pull up Their Pants Laughing and Giggling

Then They make Their way to the Pub for a Pint or Two.

They don’t acknowledge Dougal as They pass Him.

Dougal slips a Honing Device into each of their Coat Pockets

Then He watches Them go on Their way.

He goes back to the Alley where the Rape Victim is being comforted

by the Restaurant Owner.

The Girl is Traumatised and in Shock.

Dougal can Hear the Police and Ambulance arriving.

So now that He knows that the Girl is in safe hands.

He grabs the Food and heads back down to the Dungeons

The Six Green Scorpions are Cleaning Their Weapons

When Rat arrives with the Message

After Reading the contents of the Note.

A Smile comes to the Face of the Leader of the Green Scorpions

Nick ‘Waxhead’ Knowles.

He is called ‘Waxhead’ because Years ago when He was a Member

of the SAS

A Rebel Soldier in Chechnya Threw a Molotov Cocktail that hit Him

in the Face.

So now His Face looks like a Melted Candle.

Hence the Name ‘Waxhead’

He calls to the Frenchman Pierre to follow Him.

And they head towards the Surface.

Two more Dregs of Society are about to feel a whole lot of Pain.

After about Six Pints Each.

The Two Rapists decide it is time to go Home.

They stop to Light Their Cigarettes.

So They don’t notice Two Pair of Hands reach up through

a Drain.

And Pull Them down.

‘Waxhead and Pierre drag Them through the Sewer Water

Where the Two are covered in Shit and God knows what.

They are dragged all the way down to the Dungeons

And When They get there They Look like They have gone

Ten Rounds with Mike Tyson.

Then the Two are Tied to a Couple of Steel Beams.

Then ‘Waxhead’ steps forward and Announces

;I am The Leader of the Green Scorpions a Group set up

to rid London of Human Garbage

‘I am Your Judge and Jury and I pronounce You both Guilty

as Charged

Your Sentence will be carried out now’

Without another Word ‘Waxhead’  Steps towards the First

Offender.

He grabs hold of the Offending Penis and Testicles

And with a Slice from His Knife the Appendages are

Separated from His Body.

As the Rapist Screams His Vocal Chords  are cut out to keep

Him Quiet.

Then the Wounds in the Groin  and Throat are Sealed with a

Soldering Iron.

The Second Rapist watches in Horror  Then He to is Castrated

and His Vocal Chords are Cut.

And His Wounds are also Sealed

Then after a Week of Convalescing the Two Villians are taken to

the Surface.

And released back to Society.

They are no longer a Harm to Anybody.

They just wander around in a daze.

Forever Haunted by the Sting of the Knife.

And the Sting of the Green Scorpions.

The Six Green Scorpions are Celebrating with a Beer or Two

When Rat Scampers on to the Table.

He has another Note tied to His Tail.

The Job of Fighting Crime never ends.

There is always one more Scumbag to take off the Streets.

THE END

Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories, now if you have the means could you please donate so i can realize of dream and become a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Secret Agent Ma’am

06 Friday Mar 2015

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CIA, female agents, London

You have read the books and seen all the movies

about the Secret Agent Man

James Bond,Jason Bourne and all the rest.

Well this is a story about the Secret Agent Ma’am.

A female agent named Agent Cynthia Chance.

Give her half a chance and she will take it.

Give her your heart and she will break it.

Cynthia grew up on a farm in the state of

Georgia.

Dreaming about life in the city.

She was sick of picking Peaches.

She is good with a gun

And she can ride a Horse with the best of them.

When Cynthia was ten years old she was sitting

at the kitchen table.

Dreaming about being a Secret Agent.

And eating her favourite meal which was

alphabet soup.

And that will come in handy when you think

about it.

You have the FBI CIA NSA DEA TFA and all

the rest.

Cynthia made sure that she got good grades

in school.

And that is what she did.

She got A in all subjects.

On to college and Cynthia is still dreaming her

dream.

Quantico Fort Meade fort Lauderdale.

She doesn’t care where she is posted

As long as she gets a post.

But first she has to finish college.

After college she applies to all of the

before mentioned three letter employers

And the CIA shows some interest.

Can she come in for an interview?

Well of course she can.

She wears her lucky outfit and her pumped

up shoes.

And she walks out of the door with a look of

confidence.

The interview starts on time

Cynthia is very nervous and she starts to sweat.

But she answers all of the questions.

And then her time is up.

Cynthia leaves the building she doesn’t know

what to expect.

She is told that she will receive an email in a

month.

Telling her if she has been successful or not.

Cynthia goes back to the farm.

Her parents are happy to see her back at home.

Cynthia helps around the farm but her mind is in

another space.

She boots up her laptop every hour on the hour.

waiting for that email.

On the 29th day her prayers are answered.

And Cynthia is offered a position at the CIA.

She flies off to Fort Meade and she is put through

her paces physically and mentally.

She is put to the test.

Cynthia passes with flying colours.

Nothing can keep that girl down.

She not only passed but she finished in

number one position.

It goes without saying but the male recruits

weren’t happy to being upstaged by a female.

But Cynthia doesn’t even notice she is just

getting on with her training.

All the running jumping gym work.

Plus all the time spent in the classroom.

It doesn’t leave much time for romance.

Cynthia knows that she has the goods

With bright Blue eyes and killer thighs

But all she wants is her first posting.

And she gets it.

Her first posting is to London,England.

A safe post for a rookie.

Her title says Cultural Attache.

But she really is a Spy.

Cynthia likes the outdoor Cafes when it isn’t

raining.

A month after her arrival in London she is enjoying a Latte

at her favourite Café.

Then there is an almighty bang.

And a double decker bus explodes in a fireball.

Body parts and debris rain down on the

bystanders.

Cynthia automatically goes into Spy mode.

And she spots a black Saab parked just up

the road.

With a couple of suspicious characters inside.

She draws her Beretta and approaches the car

from the rear.

The passenger suddenly aims a weapon out of the

window.

Cynthia goes tap tap and the rear window explodes and

both occupants disappear in a red mist.

All up there are 42 fatalities and 30 injured.

Cynthia has passed her first test and the bad guys are

down.

For at least one more day the streets of London are safe.

Cynthia the Secret Agent Ma’am is ready for whatever

happens next.

Move over Bond and Bourne.

Cynthia Chance is on the case.

Her mission.

To save the human race.

Keep an eye out for the next instalment.

Cynthia Chance in Second Chance.

Will you take the chance?

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