BLOODWORTH 2: Darkest Drought by Tai Goodman (best motivational books .TXT) 📕

park. And then he walked over to the wooden roadblock sign from traffic safety, and kicked it out into the street. A car then swerved around it in order to maintain itself on the street. 

 

"Fuck safety. Safety's for pussies." 

 

Phoenix then walked over to his choppercycle, and gripped the handlebars. "Sorry I've been gone. Let's go home, baby." Phoenix wiggled himself out of the fur coat and continued his journey back to Neu Orleans. He removed his mask and concealed it in a leather container on the side. "I constructed this piece of metal in 1940. It was amazing how I could make a vehicle transportable. Had to work out at the gymnasium to carry it on my back, through. Put a few kinks in it, and I got myself a versatile rubber burning machine." 

 

Then on the side of the road in a small town, on the back to Neu Orleans, he rode by a woman being raped by three men. Phoenix instantly swerved around and drove back to the area which was an alley. Once he was in front of the alley way, the men had already undressed the woman, head to toe. Phoenix got off of his motorcycle and strapped on his mask, catching all three of the men's attention.

"TIKHO! TIKHO! Posmotri tuda!" one of them said. They were Russians. 

Phoenix cracked his knuckles and said in a low voice, "Let her go."

 

The three started laughing. "HAAAAA! Hahahahaha! Very funny, American, very very funny. You are "masked terror," da? You look terrifying, I no kid around. Because your outfit look like SHIT!" 

They all started laughing once again. The woman scooped up her clothes and hid behind a dumpster in the alley. The gang's leader turned around and screamed at her, "GO! RUN! YOU NO GOOD LIKE OTHER WOMEN." Then he faced Phoenix. "Listen, you masked fuck, I not sure why people are afraid of these masks. All they do is hide identity like a pussy."

 

Phoenix said, "You got 10 seconds to get the fuck outta here or this American boot's gonna kick your ass back to Moscow!" 

The three Russian men started chuckling again, but only for a shorter amount of time. "ALRIGHT, DAMBASS, DAY NAM VASH LUCHSHIY VYBOR!" 

 

 

Chapter IX: Mother Russia BLEEDS

Phoenix sprinted over to the three, and was punched in the face by one, getting knocked on the ground. "ERRGH!" 

Trying to get up, he was restrained by the other two on the ground. He attempted to lift himself up, but couldn't. "ANDREI! SHOW HIM THAT MOTHER RUSSIA BLEEDS!" 

The two stood him up by his arms, and pushed him against the brick wall to his right. "Mother Russia bleeds? Nope. It's gonna be you who bleeds." The gang leader, Andrei, socked Phoenix in the mask once. "You are BASTARDE!" 

Then again. "YOU ARE WORTHLESS AND WEAK!" 

And again. "YOU ARE TERMITE! AND I STEP ON TERMITE!"

 

Phoenix was kicked in the chest. "ARRGH!" he groaned, causing the muscles on Phoenix's arm to glow yellow. The two goons watch it in accumulating fear. "Chto, chert voz'mi, on delayet?" 

Phoenix freed himself with his enlarged strength, tearing one of the goon's hands off of his stumps. "GET BACK!" 

Phoenix looked to the goon whom he injured maliciously, and with his elbow, caved in the henchman's face with the curve. The other one backed away and pulled out a submachine gun, light enough to be held with one arm. Phoenix didn't notice, as he fought Andrei. "You may be strong, but WATCH!"

 

Andrei injected himself with a syringe of strength-enhancing steroids. "POLUCHITE NEKOTORYYE!" 

Phoenix launched a punch at him, but missed and punched his hand through a wall. Unable to yank it out, Andrei pressed the back of his heel down, and a spike extended out of the toes of his foot. "YA UB'YU TEBYA!"

Phoenix remained in place, and received a sharp kick in the side. Blood started to pour out of the wound. "NOW YOU BLEED." 

"Wrong." 

With one hand, Phoenix ripped his hand and a big block of the wall out of the wall it was in. Then Phoenix slammed the block on Andrei's head, smashing it to pieces. Andrei endured the hit, with veins pumping adrenaline and blood visibly in his forehead. Andrei picked up a brick and swung it, missing Phoenix. Phoenix uppercutted the brick out of his hand, then grabbed Andrei by his shirt and threw him into a dumpster. 

 

"HEY! AMERICAN!"

Phoenix turned around to see the last mobster, with the submachine gun. "DIE!!"

His finger cramped and fired several short controlled bursts of gunfire, 3 bullets each. The only problem was that Phoenix took the impact like it was nothing. He continuously walked through the gunfire like it was nothing, and noticed people on the street running away. Phoenix arrived in front of the goon, frightening him. A flaming skull appeared on the digital screen of his mask. Phoenix snatched the gun, removed the magazine, and tossed the gun over his left shoulder. 

 

"What you gonna do now when you ain't got no goddamned gun?" 

 

The man sprinted away. Phoenix sprinted over to the dumpster and discovered the fully dressed woman. "You alright? Pretty sure these guys ain't gonna bother you no more," he assured. Then a blue van with a Soviet Union symbol was on the hood. "MY UB'yem VAS!" 

Phoenix looked at the dumpster. "GET IN THE DUMPSTER! NOW! GO!" 

He lifted one of the lids and the woman climbed inside. The escaped henchman aimed his pistol out of the window of the van's door, firing in random directions. One bullet hit Phoenix in the arm. "GODDAMN!" 

Andrei blinked and looked at what was coming. A Russian van was approaching from the front of the alley, and took up the width of the space. "Uh oh." The van drove into the dumpster, ran over Andrei, and Phoenix flew over the hood and onto the roof. With his knife, he stabbed it through the roof to maintain stability. Bullets and gunfire flew through the roof, without hitting Phoenix. The van reached the very end of the alley, pushing the dumpster out into the middle of the street. Phoenix watched the dumpster go over the sidewalk and then crash into a store's display case. 

Phoenix removed his knife, and landed on the ground, right besides Andrei's corpse covered in rubber marks. "You don't understand. It was you who was bleeding the entire time." 

 

Phoenix pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into the back of the van, "BOOM!" 

Flames, shrapnel, and metal fragments flew everywhere. The van's chassis ran into a light pole without tipping it over. Phoenix sprinted across the street to check the dumpster. "Come on, please be alive."

The moment he opened it, the woman questioned him, "Is it over?"

 

"Yeah, you can come on out."

 

The woman jumped out of the dumpster and said to Phoenix, "I know who you are. I won't report you." Phoenix nodded and added, "Well if the police question you, make sure they know I saved your life from those... PIGS." She nodded, and went on her way. "I can't thank you enough!"

 

"Chupacabras. Vampires. Wolfmen. These monsters aren't the scariest monsters out there. It's human beings. Unpredictable, but alike, and the more you predict out of one, the more wrong you'll be when the truth is pulled out from under you."

 

Chapter X: The Powerhouse Effect

 Phoenix arrived home, and walked through the front door as he retracted his choppercycle. "Phoenix!"

Abhy ran into his arms and hugged him. Hans was behind her, standing there impatiently. "Are we ready for the next task?"

 

"I guess."

 

The group entered the garage, and unrolled a map of a factory. "Herr Phoenix, do you know what zhis is?"

 

"Looks like a manufacturing building," he said, noticing the heavy equipment and tubular technology circling the place. "Right," answered Hans, "People's products, fresh filtered water, agriculture, weaponry, people receive it in this building. They order it through a technological device in vhich zhe product is quickly created and sent to zhat person's location through zhe transportational tubes. But when you receive your quarry or package, you must put zhe box back in and send it. And that's where zhe Nazis have made un mistake.

 

And this is an all participational event. Every one of us is going to go. Ve vill use these explosives that Peter and I have created, set the timer, and send zhe box back up. Then the technology within the factory will be demolished. This vill show Pultzei that ve mean business, and that if ve can't have it, nobody can."

 

 

LARGEST MANUFACTURING FACILITY

TOPEKA, KANSAS

 

"We're in the center of death. Circle's closing in by the second until all of us are dead, and it's me still on the decimating platform. I want to reverse that process. But it's a dog-eat-dog world. The dog that's eating us, I'm gonna kill it once and for all."

 

 Phoenix arrived at a large building. It was shaped like a dome. Tyler turned the rentable vehicle off and said, "Alright, we all know the plan, right?" 

Everybody agreed, and Tyler added, "Put on your earpieces, that's when we'll signal each other. AND REMEMBER, buy ONE item, and make it CHEAP." The gang headed inside, each with a custom built explosive in their pockets. The entire factory was surrounded with kiosks with tubes running through the ceiling. "Holy hell, what is all of this?"

 

Somebody bumped into Phoenix carrying two boxes. "Sorry about that." 

"It's alright." Phoenix then continued his way to an empty kiosk, deeper into the building. He found one, with an electronic label reading: "Unoccupied." He pressed the "on" button on the screen and turned on the kiosk. The words were all in German. "GODDAMMIT." Phoenix used his comms system, "Hans, come in." 

 

"Ja? Herr Phoenix?"

 

"Yeah, it's me. Listen, you speak German- Are you at a machine?" 

 

"Now I am, ja."

 

"Okay. I don't know what the fuck this says."

 

Hans went silent for a minute. "Herr Phoenix, I do not mean to insult you, but you do know zhere is an English option on zhe device, right?" Phoenix looked around and noticed a flat button reading, "Speak English? Tap here!" 

He pressed the button and the screen turned into English. "Wow. Technology's taken over this place." Phoenix searched through the catalog. 

 

"Now what's the cheapest item I can buy..." 

 

He narrowed the search options down to a single hairpin. "Jesus Christ, this is actually on sale?"

Phoenix pressed and confirmed his purchase. He looked above at each of the tubes to watch the box come, and without noticing it, the doors slid open with a loud noise. "GAH!"

 

The box with ONE hairpin was ready for pickup. Phoenix opened the box, took the hairpin out, and then heard over the comms, "Great, everybody set the timer for 20 seconds and