Defunct: Its gonna be a looong blooody ride, pack a towel...

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Darius sits in Franco's black 69' camaro, sipping a fresh coffee, wearing a black trench coat, identical to Franco's.....Franco looks over at Darius, and cracks a small smile

" This **** is gonna go down bad, a lot of blood gonna be on our hands tonight" Franco says to Darius casually..

"**** it, this **** needs to be done, we need to make sure our grip in this city is secured, a few kids gotta go...they gotta go.." Darius replied

It was about 2 in the morning and it was raining hard, Franco turned the heat up in the car as the wind outside howled. Darius lit a cigar, and relaxed into the leather seat. Franco looked at him, then grabbed a walkie..

*crackle*
"Yah, whats happenin boys, while were young, while were young...we got the back door no worries..." Franco says over the radio

*crackle*
"You got it Franc....just load up eh, I know these guys, there's gonna be runners..." A voice on the other end said a bit nervous

Franco turned to Darius, and Darius nodded, pulling out two machine guns out of the back seat, and handing one to Franco.

Franco and Darius got out, into the cold hard rain...it pelted them like a million tiny bullets....

Loud gun sots could be heard from inside, screams, and crashes. Franco began to laugh a bit. All of a sudden the doors burst open and four young men ran out, and stopped in their tracks at the sight of two trench coat wearing, machine gun toting men standing in the rain in front of them...

Darius, threw the cigar at their feet and walked up closer...

"****, how old are you son..." he said to one of them..

"sii....xt...sixteen...." he said stuttering nervously

"Damn" said Darius looking back at Franco, who just laughed.

Darius turned back to the group of young men,

"Well you have a safe night then boys, on your way..."

The young men looked shocked, and exchanged glance, before running off....but before they could even make 10 steps, Franco and Darius were mowing them down with a hail if machine gun fire....

Franco and Darius looked at each other and laughed, there amusement, was stopped by sirens, as a squad car pulled in right in front of them.

An officer walked out, and looked at the bodies casually before walking over to Darius and Franco...

"What seems to be the problem here boys" the officer said to them laughing
"haha...hey Petey, just a little turf clean up, your responding?....good, looks here is a little early advance, and uhh, Ive put in a good word for detective promotion, so....stay tuned about that eh...." Darius said handing Peter a brown envelope, bursting with money

Peter winked at them, before returning to his squad car,

"Oh, and uhh Darius......" he trailed off pointing to the cigar on the ground

"****, im starting to get sloppy now...."Darius said, picking it up, and putting it in his pocket...

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Darius and Franco, both are sitting at their desks, looking over at the head of the departments office....both of them are thinking the same thing....

"****ing Scumbag....."

Their boss, was Edward Fitzgerald, a real time *******, and scum. Sure he was crooked like they were, but he didn't do no work, he never had to meet and greet no body, never had to shoot some punk, never had to torture a dealer for information......all he did was scrape their dirty money into his pocket.....it was essentially just hush money...and Franco and Darius were getting tired of it.....either one would make a great Head of this squad..

Darius looked over at Franco, who in turned, looked at him...they both shared a look like they were thinking the same thing....

That night Darius, and Franco, were sitting in Franco's car again,they were just outside of their building, and their boss would be getting off work soon, just as soon as he stopped ****ing his secretary....

They were tired, and were hoping on killing him fast and getting the hell outta there as soon as possible.
They could see the lobby of the main floor, and an elevator door opened....out came Edward...

"Theres the trophy fish....." Darius said, spinning the cylinder on his revolver, and snapping it shut...

As Darius and Franco got out of the car, they saw Peter, walk up to Edward, they talked for a dew moments, before Edward handed him some money, and shook his hand...

"What the **** is goin on?" Franco said to Darius

They both got their guns and ran towards the building, as they got closer, they pulled ski masks over their faces. As they entered, Peter who was just going down a hallway towards a back, entarnce noticed the two men wearing masks and wielding guns, and ran towards the back exit...

Edward, not aware kept going towards the front door, just as Darous smashed through and pistol whipped Edward hard with his revolver, sending him to the floor...

"Find out whats goin on, then finish him..im goin after Pete..." Darius yelled at Franco, who was now on top of Edward punching him madly in the face shouting things at him..

Darius ran down the hall, and out into the night, down the street he could see a figure running, and he fired a few shots at him...one hit Peter in the leg, and he crumpled to the ground

Darius ran up to the crawling, terrified Peter, and grabbed him by his collar, and smashed his face with the gun a few times, till the silver of the gun was drenched in red.

"Whats going on Pete? huh/.....since when does Edward operate with anyone...how long this ben goin on...you piece of ****...working for him now?

Peter coughed blood, and began to speak weakly....

"Edward has been running a police gang bigger then yours for years, its so big, even your gang is inside it....you didn't even realize it...everyone works for Ed...and he works for someone else....."

"Piece of ****...liar!" Darius roared at him...

Darius ran back to the building confused, and unsure....when he went in the back door, he heard shouting

Looking down the hallway, six men with strange masks on their heads were beating Franco, Edward was now standing wiping blood from his mouth and nose...On eof the men, pulled out a hatchet, and buried it in Francos leg, and then began to chop away at it...Franco screamed...and Darius ran out firing his gun.....the first shot...hit Edward in the back of the head, the second hit the man with the hatchet....there was no third shot, because someone had grabbed the gun, and the next thing he knew, everything blacked out...


Darius awoke in a cellar, he was in shackles, and across from him, was Franco...well what was left of him, Francos torso remained, but his legs and arms had been cut off...and hed been left to bleed to death....his body a horrible white color and the flesh beginning to rot.....dried blood all over the walls and floor...

"Hell-o....Darius....".said a man in a strange mask..... "Welcome to helll....my friend.....welcome.....all of your needs will be fulfilled.....but first lets get rid of these horrible legs of yours....they just tie you down dont they...." he said in an evil voice...

A chainsaw lay on a work bench, along with over sharp objects, and power tools, all covered in blood....
The masked man, began pulling the cord, and starting the engine, and with a final yank got it roared up.....he reved it, and began to laugh"......you dont **** with The Masked Syndicate........" he said

All of sudden, a shout was heard upstairs and gun shots.....the masked man, out the still going chainsaw back on the table, and pulled out an uzi...

A dark figure came bursting through the stairs, and the man fired the gun wildly at it...it landed on him, and as he inspected it, it was his colleague, also masked.....at the top of the stairs was........

"Peter?" Darius said softly, his voice hurt....

Peter wearing several bandages and limping, he held a shotgun, and aimed it at the masked man

He came down the stairs, and still pointing the gun at the masked man, undid Darius's shackles...as Darius got free he grabbed the masked figure and threw him into the still going chainsaw, slicing right through his back, and making a nice spray of blood all over the wall and Darius's face...

Darius turned to Peter...."What the ****..." was all he could say

Peter looked in a lot of pain, and he cracked a weak smile at Darius.....

"Its you, from here on out man...." Peter said...

Darius walked over to the body of Franco...touching his face......

BANG!

Darius whipped around, Peter lay on the ground the shotgun in his mouth.....

"What the ****..." was all he could say....

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Darius, looked through the room, he found Francos badge, and Francos wallet, but he couldnt find his stuff, so he took Francos and went upstairs....upstairs, was four dead bodies, strangled, stabbed, shot, and burned were their cause of death.......on the table lay the unmistakable camaro 69" keys...Darius snatched them up, and headed for the door.....as he grabbed the handle he shook his head....turned around and went downstairs....he pulled the chainsaw out of the masked man, and went outside with it, got in the car and drove off.....


Within a few years, Darius began to do more detective work, trying to find the leader of the Masked Syndicate, he quit the force of course, and began doing some street cleaning with his now trusty chainsaw, he worked out everyday, and was now a very strong hulking man, he wore a ski mask, and a bullet proof vest, he wore Francos badge around his neck, and called himself Defunct.....he didnt think he was a hero, as he enjoyed killing his victims too much, some gangs even called him Cell Death, as his preferred method of torture was to cut off circulation of limbs until they got gangrene, and he would then amputate willingly....

When he finally met up with the leader of the syndicate, he was wounded in a big fight, and although the masked leader got away the giant syndicate crumbled, and all the gang wars began again.....determined to end this problem too, Defunct, or Cell Death started his own gang, comically called Gang Green(gangrene)
His gang spread like..well Gangrene, and took over most of the smaller gangs, he controlled quite a large criminal empire, larger then his gang in the police squad........then in 1992, he heard of what happened.....and everything changed.......\



Darius goes to a mirror, and takes off the mask, he looks at his horribly disfigured face, then looks at Franco's badge.......WWFD.........he mulls it in his head and thinks......




Hero........or Villain......


Darius turns back to himself........

HERO OR VILLAIN! he roars as he smashes the mirror into pieces with his bare hand....





OOC: SO? Should Darius,aka. Defunct, aka, Cell Death become a nemesis, or a hero? YOU DECIDE!