Joseph Roy Wright
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Hello there!
My name is Joseph Roy Wright, the British author of over 30 Independent novels!
I like to write about movies, pop culture, fiction and horror! I review all the latest films (and classics), I also like to write short stories.
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A bad trip
Frankie Daniels wasn't a drug user, he had never been a bad boy who breaks the law and engages in substance abuse. Yet, he was curious. He knew friends who had taken speed, cocaine, marijuana and some even took heroin. They always told him how fun and relaxing getting high was, or how insane a crazy psychedelic trip could be. Reading this, you may even be curious about trying out one of these illegal substances for yourself. Well, this story will put you right off! You see, one day Frankie got a little too curious. He just had to try it, just one swallow, snort or inhale of the magic powder. That's all, only to experience what all the fuss was about. Frankie was a good guy, honest! He never hurt anybody, never stole or even exploited anyone for anything. Yet, finding drugs in the Bronx of New York was a little too easy. There was a guy he knew that his so-called friends always talked about, saying his name was Jay Park and that he sold "the best shit in town" that he could be trusted and was one cool, street alley cat. Frankie went to visit the mysterious, cool Jay one night, with a group of pals just for protection against the street thugs and muggers that went around acting tough, starting fights and stabbing folks. Always causing trouble in the neighborhood. New York wasn't always the safest place to be alone, unfortunately. Frankie and the gang met Jay Park, he was just as cool and chill as everyone said he was. Dressed like a rap god, big baggy hoodie and loose jeans of the top dollar label. Guy seemed to be on his own, but Frankie was sure Jay had protection nearby, out of sight so they don't cramp his style, you dig? Well, anyway; Jay suggested Frankie go to Hollywood (not literally) by trying the most trippy bag of shrooms one could get for a reasonable price of just $30. Frankie wasn't sure if his first drug used should be so extreme, but Jay assured him it's best to see the best of the best, then you won't be curious no more. Seemed like a reasonable argument. If Frankie did just get a little high, he'd only want more and more, until he became a full on junkie. He didn't want that, nobody did. That's why this shit was illegal in most states, it could drive you crazy. Frankie was super hesitant, but ultimately bit the bullet. He bought one small bag with his "friends" and returned home to his apartment building that very night.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Horror
Super Villains
You might be surprised to learn that super powers exist. Nothing like the flying Hercules with super speed and x-ray vision you see in comics. More accurately there are psychics. People who can read minds, talk to the dead, tell the future, that kind of thing. Subtle powers, ones a magician might use with reasonable doubt. Almost anybody can achieve these supernatural gifts, typically it happens to people who have died and were quickly resurrected before brain damage. It is believed that those who visit the afterlife and return to the realm of the living; often come back with a paranormal ability most men and women will never receive. I know it sounds ridiculous, but if you've ever had a vision for the future, only for it to come even slightly true, there is a chance you also have this gift.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Geeks
Love Scam
Con-artists are the scum of the earth, it's bad enough getting ripped off buying a faulty product, or buying into a horrid investment scam, one designed to rinse your bank account dry. Yet, there is one particular scam that I find to be the most detestable! Even worse than the ones that prey on the naive elderly, these being the infamous love scams. If you don't know what a love scam is yet, then allow me to ruin your day! It is when somebody pretends to be in love with someone else, eventually fooling their victim into giving them an extortionate amount of money. What a despicable thing! But it's true folks and the worst thing of all, is that the con artist in this scenario doesn't even stick around, they eventually ghost the person they are conning. Of course the very infamous and horrible Con Man Dan got in on this terrible trend didn't he? Oh yes, there's nothing this bastard wouldn't do for a little bit of money.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Criminal
Hot new game
Last Christmas at the end of 2024, New Order Of Alexandria Productions released the highly anticipated hot new video game called The Grand Robbery. It was a game where you play as a criminal, letting you wreck havoc in the city of London as you replay the real life Grand Robbery of Royston Bank of 2013. It was a thrilling experience, one where you had to plan the heist, then act it out in-game. It had an incredible amount of replay value, you could make choices in the story that affected the narrative, who joined your crew of thieves and even what ending you got. It was highly sought after by millions and in the famous American city of New York, thousands upon thousands of people queued up to buy copies of the game before Christmas. All except for Arnold Sinbad, who had completely forgotten to buy his 12 year son the game he so desperately wanted for Christmas day. It was on Christmas Eve where Arnold tried desperately to get his hands on the game, even going so far as to commit a few small crimes along the way. This is a tale of desperation and how something as simple as a video game can drive some people crazy.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Gamers
The Wrong House
Bobbie and Robby were both burglars. Two young men who did nothing but steal from those more fortunate than them. You couldn't possibly justify theft, but in the minds of these two youngsters, they saw themselves as modern day Robin Hoods. Stealing from the rich, to give to the poor. Only the so-called "poor" in this story referred to only these two. They were brothers, Bobbie and Robby White were their names and the father of these two was called Toby. Perhaps his grandfather was called Coby or something like that. Believe me, the similar names were the only amusing thing about these two brothers. Both of them were (pardon my french) twats. Arrogant men who thought the world was out to get them, treating everyone like they were the enemy. In reality, it was these two crooks that were the villains. They had stolen from a total of 49 houses, apartments and even hotel rooms across the whole of New York City. At first the two of them had next to no money, by the time they were thieving in Manhattan, the brothers were positively rich, living like Kings. They should've stopped, of course they should have! Bobbie and Robby were far beyond lucky to get away with as much as they already had. Yet, these burglaries had become an addiction to them. The thrill of almost getting caught, of narrowly escaping with treasure worth hundreds, if not thousands of dollars was unlike anything else. It was daring and exciting, got your heart thumping wildly in your chest! There was nothing like this. No drugs, alcohol or natural feeling could match the adrenaline and risk that came with sneaking into a stranger's home, wearing black ski masks and leather gloves. Even if they were the richest men in the big apple, Bobbie and Robby would still be burglars, because no amount of money could buy anything that matched this strange high. Of course, just like with all criminals who get way too greedy; eventually they got clumsy, way too clumsy! One night in Queens, they chose to steal from the wrong house, one a psychotic killer lived in the darkness. Upon breaking into the house, they immediately smelt death, like rotting ham burger meat under a summer sun in Texas. "We should leave..." Bobbie whispered (he was the smart one). "No..." Robby shook his head, pressing forwards (he was the dumb one). Bobbie followed his brother with great hesitation and dread, this wasn't the usual thrill he felt when robbing houses. Tonight he was scared. Scared of the hideous stench of death, of course he only continued this robbery because of his stupid brother Robby. They both crept into the kitchen where the smell was coming from, Robby was the curious cat and curiosity killed the cat. The killer inside this house sprung out from a dark corner of the room, big, sharp kitchen knife in hand, he stabbed and murdered Robby within an instant. "Robby, no!" Bobbie cried, backing away from the knife wielding lunatic, whose knife was stained red with his brother's blood. The psycho began laughing, his teeth were mostly missing and they were black with rot. He stunk worse than hell itself. This man's clothes were stained a dark brown, like dried up gore. He hadn't washed in years (or so Bobbie thought). "You picked the wrong house!" The killer laughed maniacally, dancing with the knife, licking the fresh red liquid upon it like juice. Bobbie tried to defend himself as the killer dived towards him, knife slashing wildly. Bobbie didn't stand a chance, as his body was cut to pieces, he screamed, pleading for mercy. "Please mister!" He begged, "I'm so young, please don't kill me!" "This is the first time a curious cat came to me!" He giggled, "normally I have to hunt my victims down, this is a surprise to be sure... But a welcome one!" Then the killer sliced open Bobbie's throat. He died in his arms, eyes bulging in pure terror! At least the brothers both tasted delicious, the killer was a cannibal you see and ate their livers with a Salisbury steak.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Horror
The Getaway Driver
Claude Carr is the greatest getaway driver on planet earth. He helped the infamous Johnson Brothers in London, pull off the greatest bank robbery of all time in 2013. He helped them again in 2025, pulling off another daring bank heist, this time on the island of Ibiza, it was the Grand Pamela Bank they stole from, running home with over 40 million euros. Claude was also a champion street racer on the island of Mallorca, not once had anybody else ever beaten him in a single race. However Claude Carr began his criminal career as a car thief within the city of New York. This is his legendary origin story, full of crime, police chases and plenty of thrills!
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Criminal
Con Man Dan
Con Man Dan was someone you didn't want to deal with, not ever! He was a con artist (hence his nickname), one who stole from the elderly and gullible youth, preying on innocent idiots and naive aspiring actors, artists, authors, musicians and social media influencers who were willing to do anything to be rich and famous. Don't think for a second that you're somebody special if you do any of the above, millions if not billions of people all across the globe dream of fame. It is by design, it's how big tech companies keep you glued to your phone screens. It's also how self help books sell like hot cakes on the internet. Most of them are full of bullshit and the simple truth behind why they sell so well in the first place, is because hundreds of desperate people are willing to fork over mountains of cash for something that promises them the fame and fortune they seek. That, in a nutshell is what a scam is. A broken promise. Buy this book and you'll know how to make money, the first chapter reads; "sell people a book promising success and they'll buy it, just like you bought this one and that's how you make money". It's that simple and Con Man Dan was a pro at this deception, only at least the self help books might actually help you (unlikely but true), Dan's cons were far less forgiving. He mostly operated in the city of New York (occasionally nipping to LA, especially around Hollywood to fool desperate wannabe celebrities, into buying into his false promises). He lived in the big apple and knew there were a lot (and I mean A LOT) of young business men who wanted to be the next wolf of Wall street. Yet, Dan knew too well that the movies made this gig look way too easy and fun. The Hollywood movies will lie, saying almost anyone can become a millionaire wall street trader overnight. Reality is always far more difficult and Dan knew that far too well. He was an older man, who often preyed on the impressionable youth who still believed in those fantastical dreams. He ran a classic investment scam on many young Americans, "invest with MegaTech (an electronics company he made up) and I can promise you, in a year's time; you'll quadruple your stock value! MegaTech is a new upcoming company that will take Silicon Valley by storm!" Con Man Dan would exclaim to them, smiling his salesman's grin, he'd even go so far as to show them fake sales charts of the company's success over the recent years. Of course many knew this was too good to be true, yet very few actually believed in his lies and that's all Dan needed. Just a few. Even if it was just one dumb kid (or elderly nanny) who believed him, he knew he'd be walking home a rich man, leaving them poor and enraged! He did not care, that scumbag! Well, one day he scammed the wrong woman. Her name was Maria Samaris, an elderly lady (of course) who put her trust into Dan's fake persona and false assurances that he only wished to help invest her retirement money properly. Dan pulled off this exact scam a million times before, however what he didn't count on was the fact Maria was related to some very serious, scary and deadly crime family. He had ripped off the grandmother of Tommy Samaris, the leader of his very own mafia making moves within the city of New York. Once news of Con Man Dan's greatest mistake got out, Tommy ordered gangsters far and wide to hunt down and kill the bastard. Dan caught news of this and ran! Leaving the city to hide out in the nearby countryside, thinking he was safe, Dan moved into an isolated motel and began new cons on small town folk who were easy prey. Of course, The Samaris heard about this sooner or later, they ordered a man and woman of the gang to Dan in disguise, pretending to be clueless foreigners on a romantic holiday away from Italy. The Samaris crime family was Italian/American after all, so pretending to be dumb tourists was all too easy. "Can you show us on motel laptop?" The woman asked Dan, purposely speaking broken English just to trick him further. "Oh, why yes of course!" He smiled, blissfully unaware of the trap he was walking into, as he entered their motel room. "Where is your computer?" Dan asked smiling, then he suddenly looked terrified as the male tourist pulled out a silenced pistol. "Tommy Samaris sends his regards." The man said coldly, before drilling Con Man Dan with half a dozen bullets. Dan fell back onto the hotel room's bed, staining the sheets red with his blood, killing him instantly. So ended the tale of Con Man Dan.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Criminal
Smokey's Gun
Within New Jersey, there was a gang of bikers, calling themselves The Snakes, and each member all had different nicknames. The leader was Smokey, a big bald fella with a million tattoos, a thick manly goatee and a black leather vest that he always wore with his black jeans and army boots. He never wore a helmet, driving his bike with next to no protection, just made him seem all the more badass! Smokey also had a gun, that being a gold painted Desert Eagle, looking like the rare pistol you'll find in that New Order Of Alexandria video game, which was a popular, military shooter at the time. The game was Nick named; "Smokey's Gun" as he always carried it around like some kind of prized trophy, buried under the strap of his belt like some cowboy's revolver holster. Smokey wasn't afraid to use his gun either, often killing those of his gang that stepped out of line. Bang! Just like that, no warning, not even a moment of terror, he'd just end your life in millisecond without any hesitation. It was horrifying to witness and think about, his whole gang were always on the edge of their seat because of how ruthless of a killer Smokey was. Nobody even knew what his true name was (because surely, nobody on earth is actually named Smokey by their parents, right?). Those who dared to ask, also got a bullet to the brain. The message was simple; don't question or disobey Smokey, or you're dead meat! There were some who conspired against him though, although Smokey was terrifying and certainly intimidating, a good gang leader also needs to be charismatic and well liked among his peers, otherwise resentment and jealousy will eventually reveal its ugly head. That's exactly what happened to Smokey, the gang noticed he never figured rival gangsters or nosey police men, always relying on his golden pistol to do the job. It was obvious to everyone that this almost fifty years old gang leader was no martial artist. So much younger, yet equally scary biker began to plot against him. His nickname was; "Cobra" but unlike Smokey, everyone knew Cobra's true name which was; Jerry May. Knowing his real identity made the man far less mysterious and respected among the gang, but Cobra was adamant that he could run the bikers better with less intimidation and more friendly team work. He neglected the fact that The Snakes were a gang of tough guys and gals who wouldn't listen to kindness or politeness, actively rebelling against their own leaders if they showed any weakness. Cobra genuinely believed he was safe from such betrayals, but he'd soon learn just how wrong he really was for even thinking that. So one night, after a long day of gang warfare, when everyone had their guard down; Cobra decided to strike like a snake in the grass. Smokey was high as fuck, watching TV in the gang's private bar, smoking several ounces of marijuana. In fact, a lot of the bikers were. This made it all too easy for Cobra to sneak up on Smokey and steal his golden gun straight out of his jacket pocket. "Wait!" Smokey screamed as Cobra aimed the pistol at his head and fired! A loud bang followed by bloody gore exploded in the room. Everyone stood and screamed. "What have you done?!" One of the terrified bikers asked. "He was a joke!" Cobra laughed, aiming the gun at the scared biker, "I'm in charge now. I got Smokey's Gun, so that makes me leader, see!" "You think any of us would want to work for you after this?!" Another biker yelled, pulling out a pistol of his own, "that's not how it works, Cobra!" Then he fired four times, shooting the assassin in the head, shoulder, knees and toes. Cobra fell with a great big thud! Dying out on the ground, the other bikers gathered round him and began kicking and punching the traitor to death. They buried his body the next day, knowing how to avoid police detection. The man who killed Cobra, was nicknamed Snake Eyes, he was the one to eventually take over as leader of the gang. Unlike Cobra, Snake Eyes really appreciated Smokey, he was a great boss of The Snakes. Snake Eyes struggled to keep the gang on top, as organised crime was no easy feat. Yet, despite this, the gang respected him far more than Cobra could ever dream. Of course Snake Eyes got Smokey's Gun, which in time became Snakes Eyes Gun. So ends this tale of the shake in the grass who got what he deserved. Nobody missed Cobra, in time, nobody will even remember who he was, yet Smokey will always live on in the hearts of The Snakes. Forever and always.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Criminal
Legend of Snake Eye
The following is the prologue to my new upcoming book, Legend Of Snake Eye. Coming April 1st! Before we begin our legendary story of Snake Eye's lost love, it is important to understand who exactly this man was. Therefore I shall start with how he became one of the most skilled assassins to ever walk God's green earth. His journey began in Birmingham, England in the year of 1978 when he was first born into the Sun family. His father, Hideo Sun, was a Japanese Martial Artist who made his fortune teaching Jiu-Jitsu to impressionable youths at the time, as the martial arts trend was at an all time high during the late 1970s. His mother (named Emily Bennett) however was an English native who fell in love with Hideo's exotic moves (not just on the mat, but in the bedroom too; the details of which I shall spare you out of respect for the mother of a legend such as Snake Eye). Long before Snake Eye got his famous nickname, his parents named him Ryan Sun. Hideo had fought in wars as a Japanese soldier, using both long range weaponry and relying on his close quarters combat skills. Because of this, Hideo raised his son like a soldier, even at the dismay of his own wife. It meant Ryan's childhood was more strict and difficult than most UK children, although it formed him into the deadly killer he would later become in life. Ryan was so disciplined in childhood, that when he first began military school at the ripe young age of 11, he was the only boy not to cry under the strict commands of the drill sergeants that trained them all into one day becoming great soldiers for the Great British Army. At 18, Ryan Sun became a soldier for the British government, later fighting in Afghanistan in late 2001 alongside American and European soldiers at the age of 23, by then he was a sergeant, although a young one he was incredibly reliable and stern, everyone respected him. Yet, it wouldn't be until 2005 when he first became the government assassin, at age 28, that would eventually lead to his ultimate destiny. His final mission took him to Tokyo, Japan in 2008 where he would go undercover, infiltrating the Yakuza who had recently been stirring up a lot of trouble internationally with the likes of sex trafficking and drug trades that even the British government were afraid of since many of the drugs that were flooding the likes of London, came from shipping containers and mysterious boats from Eastern shores. Ryan's job was to find the leader of this criminal organisation and put a stop to him, permanently. They chose Ryan Sun specifically for this task, as he already spoke perfect Japanese and appeared to be a local to Tokyo already. Ryan loved visiting Tokyo, in fact finally entering Japan after all these years fighting in Afghanistan and living in England was a treat! He always planned on visiting his father's homeland, yet being a soldier and government assassin kept him too busy for any holidays. He only wished he could have visited this wonderful country under better circumstances. Yet, that was not to be. He wouldn't even have time to be a tourist, as he set foot in Japan his first goal was to join the Yakuza and prove himself worthy of their gang. However, the flight there and travelling by taxi to the big city was wonderful. Nobody suspected Ryan even was a tourist, they treated him as a local, although some noticed is slightly more British accent even when speaking in their native tongue. This was something he did well to hide, yet it still stood out from time to time, it would be a bad situation if the Yakuza clocked onto his true origins. For a long time, it seemed his cover was secure, as the gang welcomed him into their ranks without problem, although he could not meet the boss of the Yakuza yet until he had proven his loyalty and reliability to them. So Ryan found himself doing despicable things in order to earn enough trust into meeting this evil businessman. He soon came to realise his target was known as Chan Lee, a name that would haunt Ryan for the rest of his life, he didn't know it yet, but the Yakuza were far smarter than Ryan had given them credit for. Unfortunately his accent did slip from time to time, proving that Ryan was of British origin and Chan knew too well that Western Governments from Europe, Britain and America were taking a great interest in him. So Chan set Ryan up for failure, they were to finally meet in his office for a chat, only for Chan to order his guards to lock the doors behind them, locking Ryan in with him.
By Joseph Roy Wright10 months ago in Fiction
Not a rat
Not long after the arrest of Travis Deniro (AKA: the infamous Taxi Smuggler) in 2018, the Italian American Mafia known as the Samaris Family began to suspect that there was a rat among their ranks. They had no idea Travis only got caught because the police were already suspicious of him to begin with, they believed somebody inside the family had ratted them out to the NYPD. The father of this crime family, that being Tommy Samaris had already begun writing a list of likely suspects that may have betrayed his gang:
By Joseph Roy Wright11 months ago in Criminal
Taxi Smuggler
The yellow American taxi is synonymous with the big apple, that being New York City. A place many movies are made every single year, most of which are romantic comedies portraying the city as a bustling, beautiful place full of life and opportunity. Other films depict the often unseen or spoken crime and grime within this place, as a city this big is bound to have a lot of diverse characters. From big hat, wall street businessmen who run entire empires and companies, to the common street thug who sells homemade heroin. There is a lot to see and love (or hate) about New York, but this particular story will stray away from the Hollywood vision of New York, that being handsome people and ridiculously expensive fashion shows. To instead reveal one of the greatest (or more accurately infamous) smugglers to ever grace (or taint) the city.
By Joseph Roy Wright11 months ago in Criminal
Murder Games
Once there was a game host, not like the ones on TV, no this guy was an absolute sadist. He loved to see people compete against each other, not fighting for money but fighting for their lives! The only other prize on earth more valuable than a million dollars, is to survive with your life still intact. There have been many science fiction shows, movies and books that depict dark futures where people battle each other on live TV for the entertainment of those sitting at home. Johnny Swift (this was his stage name, the killer's true name is still unknown) was obsessed with this premise. So much in fact he dared to bring this fantasy to life. He called it, Murder Games. He would abduct several different victims from all over the country of Australia, keeping them locked up in cold damp places like prisoners. For the longest time his victims thought they were simply kidnapped prisoners like in all those thriller movies about creepy abductors. However he didn't touch them, not even once. They were all confused, he had held hostage almost a hundred different people and none of them knew each other even existed. Until Johnny Swift was finally ready to start his murder games. He drove them all out to an underground construction site that was left abandoned and forgotten for decades. It would be here that the mad man would begin this insane stunt. He set up hidden cameras all over the site, before unleashing his prisoners from their cages. They were confused, scared yet relieved to be free of their confinement. They all finally saw each other, in a line next to some strange machine that had large holes in it, reaching in deep like long tunnels. "What is this?" A middle aged Korean man wearing a blue jumpsuit with the yellow numbers 65 said to a young blonde woman wearing a pink jumpsuit, the yellow number printed on hers was 16. "I have no idea!" She cried, looking around the area, all men wore blue jumpsuits while the women were in pink, there had to be almost a hundred of them all lined up for the games to begin. "Welcome players!" The voice of Johnny Swift yelled through the speakers within the underground construction site. "Who?!" Player 16 exclaimed, staring up at the tall ceiling. "I'm your host for tonight, the one and only Johnny Swift!" He sang. "I've never heard of ya!" An Australian bloke wearing the yellow number 69 roared, shaking his fist, "what is this bollocks, mate?" "A game..." Johnny's voice suddenly sighed. "What game?!" An old woman asked, her number was 58. "Excellent question my friend!" Johnny's voice brightened up again, "the game of survival!" He laughed, as the machine in front of them all sprung to life. The round tunnels spun like those at a fun house. Demented circus music played and Johnny's voice sang; "get in, let the games begin!" "Fuck you!" Player 69 spat, instead turning the opposite way, trying to escape. "Player 69, you're out!" Johnny exclaimed, then a gunshot was heard, deafeningly! Everyone screamed, as Player 69 was suddenly dead with a bullet through his head. "Only those who win get to live!" Johnny teased, his joyful mannerisms were a stark contrast compared to the horror that was unfolding. Unfortunately many other players began to panic and run away, then more gunshots were fired, as if from an automatic turret. "Stop running!" Player 65 cried loudly, so that everyone could hear, "the only way we're getting out of here alive, is by playing this damn game!" "That's right, 65!" Johnny's voice was cheerful, "good man, good man!" "Fine, I'll play your stupid game!" 65 screamed, being the first to enter one of the spinning tunnels ahead of him. "Player 65 has a head start!" Johnny cheered, "this is a race for survival, which one of you is gonna make it?!" "I want to live!" Player 16 raced into the same tunnel as 65, holding his hand for support, he took it gladly. "No cheating!" Johnny warned, as a nearby wall opened to reveal a machine gun turret that quickly fired at player 16, killing her instantly! "No!" 65 cried, witnessing her death was terrible, "you're a sick bastard!" "Wow! 13 players died already, only 77 left alive, we got a few more games yet, so try and stay alive!" Johnny laughed again, sounding like an excited child. Player 65 pressed forwards, eventually sharp blades like those from a chainsaw began to roar and spin madly in front of him, there were only small gaps big enough for him to squeeze through within 20 seconds. "Fucking hell!" 65 winced, this was almost impossible to pass, he stared at it intently for a little too long, then tunnel behind him shut with a big, loud slam! The blades then slowly inches closer and closer towards him. "Better act quick ladies and gentlemen, or you're all mince meat!" Johnny announced. "Get me out of here!" A male voice next door to 65 cried. "You're not a celebrity, Player 7!" Johnny howled hysterically. "My name is Richard Palmer!" The man cried. Player 65 was moments away from speaking words of advice, but then Richard screamed as the sound of chainsaws slaughtered the poor man alive, even the blood splatter could be heard through the metallic tunnel walls. Player 65 hopped through the small gap between the blades, cutting his hand in the process, but from the sounds of ear grating screams; he was one of the lucky few to escape that trap. "Yikes!" Johnny laughed wildly, "maybe I made that one too hard, only 21 of you survived. I might just have to cut this game short!" "Fuck you!" 65 cried, as he came to the end of the tunnel, which opened out into a tiny arena surrounded by red metal scaffolding. At the end of each exit was a collection of different melee weapons such as knives, baseball bats and medieval looking spears. "Now that the survival games are over, it is time to begin..." Johnny held his breath for anticipation, "...THE MURDER GAMES! This is survival of the fittest, lady and gentlemen!" Johnny mocked the fact only one woman had survived the blade trap. "No!" Player 14 cried, he was a male who only looked about 18 years old, "I won't kill anyone!" "Too bad!" Johnny's voice whined, then the sounds of a button pressing were heard through the loud speakers, another turret fired and killed Player 14, now only 20 players were left alive. "Fight!" Johnny demanded and the remaining players picked up their weapons and fought, the girl managed to kill three men, but was slain by Player 47, who was a blank faced bald man with a strange tattoo of a barcode on the back of his head. Player 65 kept his distance from the cold blooded killer, knowing this would be a tough opponent as he strangled and stabbed players with relative ease, the remaining six contenders actually ran from him as 47 left behind piles and piles of bloody bodies in his wake. "Well done 47, it's a wonder I was able to abduct you at all!" Johnny cheered him on. "You're next!" 47 laughed, as if finding the whole thing funny. Johnny's voice giggled in reply, it was creepy! Three players teamed up to take on 47, all charging for him at the same time. "What did I say about cheating!" Johnny roared, as the same turret that killed player 14 sprung to life and fired at the three team mates, killing them brutally. Soon enough there was only Player 65 and 47 left, fortunately 65 knew martial arts and proved to be a good contender against 47. "You are determined." The bald killer chuckled, blocking and countering most of 65's attacks, however 65 got a good uppercut on 47, then sliced his throat as he fell backwards, 47 rolled over onto the ground clutching his wound, squirming and crying until the bald man bled out and died. Player 65 looked around the bloody arena, it was a complete horror show of brutal death. "Congratulations Player 65, you're the winner! You get to keep your life!" Johnny cheered, revealing himself on top of the scaffolding, overlooking the horrifying mess that he had created for his own amusement. Johnny Swift was wearing mirror reflective sunglasses, his hair was blonde and gelled back like a 1960s popstar, he had a golden tan and a white leisure suit straight out of the 1970s. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" Player 65 roared, running over to the scaffolding and climbing up. "Well... Good luck getting out here alive without my help!" Johnny groaned, disappointed in his sole survivor. Then he turned and shut the metal door behind him, 65 raced towards it and tried to open the door, but no matter how hard he pulled or pushed, it just wouldn't budge. Player 65 was trapped with the men Johnny Swift had made him kill. "I'm going to get out here, I swear! And when I do, Johnny Swift, I'm going to kill you." 65 said under his breath. "Good luck..." Johnny's voice replied through the speakers.
By Joseph Roy Wright11 months ago in Horror
