Mama's Mafia

Carlos

Carlos Garcia was a trained soldier and assassin. He had been working for Princess Death Row for four years and he loved to kill. He didn't know that he was going to be killed himself. He didn't follow his boss's orders, which meant trouble for him.

Carlos had been given orders to abduct a woman's child but was told not to kill or injure the child's mother. Carlos and his partner were told not to injure a young woman named Amy Cho. He didn't know that he was in trouble for shooting into Amy's car. He didn't know that Princess Death Row wanted him dead for not obeying her demands. Carlos was oblivious to the trouble he was in. At the moment, Carlos was in complete euphoria.

He had a good time with a female coworker who was also his girlfriend. The Death Row Infantry-man knew it would jeopardize his job to have s*x with his lady friend while in the back of a company vehicle, but Carlos didn't care.

He pumped and humped between his girlfriend's legs while listening to the voice of rap star Pitbull, whose voice boomed through the sound system inside an electric powered truck.

"Don't slow down!" Carlos' girlfriend Amber whispered her demands in her boyfriend's ear. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's tattooed back, enjoying his rhythmic pump action within her v****a. Amber loved her boyfriend's movements. She loved having s*x with her man inside a van that stored explosives.

"You like the way I'm f*cking you, baby?" Carlos snarled in Amber's ear. Carlos knew that his girlfriend liked it rough and he did his best to give it to her as rough as possible.

The former g**g member worked his girl's body so hard that he had the three-ton armored truck rocking back and forth. Carlos was a big guy. He was also big in a particular area which got him lots of p***y action from other women.

What made s*x with his girlfriend more riveting for Carlos was that he was high on CG7. The narcotic raced through his veins. He felt like a supercharged muscle car, revving its engine. The soldier enjoyed listening to his favorite rapper Pitbull because he thought he looked like Pitbull.

He had a bald head and a hunky physique. A bushy goatee confiscated his face, and he had attractive ex-convict facial characteristics. Carlos still had his g**g affiliation tattoos on his bulky arms, which he enjoyed flexing most of the time. Breaking the rules came easy for Carlos. He enjoyed it, and he didn't like being told what to do.

Carlos knew it was against company policy for employees to ingest CG7. He also knew it was against company policy to have s*x in the workplace. Carlos felt that none of those rules applied to him. All he cared about was making love and getting high.

"Come on, you got it, baby!" Amber shouted while moaning and gasping. The young woman was so enraptured in Carlos' s****l performance she didn't care about her boyfriend biting her left n****e. Amber loved it when Carlos would gnaw and chew on her. She liked it rough, and she also enjoyed feeling like her boyfriend could possibly do damage to her body during s*x.

Carlos bit down so hard on his girlfriend's breast that he drew blood. He laughed when his girlfriend released a short bursting scream between her long and wild moans of pleasure. "I got you bleeding." Carlos whispered through his laughter.

The top of the mountain appeared and Carlos climbed to the top like a madman. He had the back of his girlfriend's legs sitting on his broad shoulders, and he worked his testosterone inside his girl's moist v****a, like a getaway driver shifting gears. Sweat poured down Carlos’s face and he injected his body with 12 ounces of CG7, which put his turbocharged s*x drive into overdrive.

Carlos didn't care that he had the remains of dead children racing through his veins in the form of a narcotic. As he pumped his girlfriend, he thought about the time he ran from the cops in a stolen muscle car. Carlos became one with the stolen ride just like he was becoming one with his girlfriend's body.

Carlos thought about how he took a midnight black 1971 Dodge Challenger and made it do a 180 degree spin right in the middle of a busy freeway. He then thought about how he drove the muscle car in reverse down the freeway while sticking his hand out the window and throwing up a g**g sign at the fifteen police cars that were pursuing him. Carlos drove the stolen muscle car in reverse for ten minutes before turning the high-powered stolen ride back around and swerving over to an off ramp.

Amber felt lost in her boyfriend's s****l prowess. She didn't want it to be over, but she knew all pleasurable things must end. Amber knew she'd be sore later between her legs. Carlos was tearing up her v****a, but she endured having her pleasure before pain.

The supercharged pleasure that Carlos delivered to his girlfriend went on for an hour and was about to come to a close. Carlos struck Amber's G-spot several times, and he was about to strike one last time. He could never last for an hour, and it amazed him how CG7 boosted his performance, turning him into a s****l beast.

Amber counted five seconds in her head while clutching her inner thighs around Carlos' phallic. An explosion went off between Amber's legs and it felt so good that she released an earth-shattering pleasure-filled scream.

The explosion ended, and Amber tried to catch her breath while putting both her hands against her boyfriend's bald head. Amber's body trembled a little from being over stimulated. The s*x act satisfied the young woman for now, but she knew she would want more later.

"That f*cking CG7 is incredible," Amber whispered up at Carlos through her heavy breathing.

"I know I'm not supposed to be taking this while on the job, but it helps me," Carlos said while leaning down and kissing his girlfriend. "It's hard to believe those Boneseeker Man motherf*ckers can produce such a beautiful drug." Carlos held up a tiny vial that contained a blue diamond-like substance inside. "It doesn't look like this when it first comes out, though. We have to convert it so it can look like diamonds." Carlos continued to explain as he handled the vial of CG7 he stole out of a laboratory freezer.

Amber took the vial out of her boyfriend's hand. It mesmerized her how the sapphire-colored narcotic shimmered. "It looks like rock candy." Amber stated while holding the vial up in front of her sweaty face.

"Yeah, but this sh*t ain't no rock candy," Carlos said through a chuckle while snatching the vial back out of his girlfriend's hand. He laid down on his back beside her with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. "They base CG7 off dead bodies. When you get high off of this, you're getting high off of stiffs," Carlos whispered while lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff from it, before handing the cigarette over to Amber.

"I never met Princess Death Row, I heard she's a b***h," Amber said while taking a drag off the cigarette and blowing smoke out through her pierced nostrils.

Carlos cleared his throat and chuckled. "I've met her," he said with a grave undertone in his edgy, rumbling voice. "In order for me to become one of her employees, I had to sacrifice my daughter." Carlos spoke through his thick Puerto Rican accent.

Amber looked around at her boyfriend wondering if she heard him right.

"You sacrificed your daughter? I didn't know that," Amber whispered while rubbing the back of her hand against the side of her boyfriend's prickly face.

"Yeah, I had to sacrifice my baby girl, and Princess Death Row made me watch this Boneseeker Man kill her," Carlos said while chuckling and trying to use his chuckling to hide the sorrow in his voice. "My daughter's name was Brittany. She was my little home girl. Me and her mom were separated and sometimes she'd let me visit my daughter." Carlos paused and snorted. "One time she visited me in prison. She was wearing ripped jeans and her little hot red crop top. She had a cute figure. My daughter was beautiful and I loved her. She wanted to get a tattoo on her sixteenth birthday. Her mom was mad about it, but I didn't give a f*ck. I took my baby to a tattoo parlor. She wanted a butterfly tattoo on her chest. She was nervous so I held her hand while she was getting her tattoo. She said getting her tattoo hurt at first, but holding my hand made the pain go away. I'll never forget the smile she gave me. On her birthday, she got her first tattoo and she also got her first car." Carlos paused and chuckled. 

"You bought her a car?" Amber asked her boyfriend through a smile. 

Carlos nodded. "I bought her a used car, but she was happy about it. It was a 2017 Mazda MX-5 Miata. It was a cute, little red two-seater sports car that still used gasoline. It had about 47,000 miles on it when I bought it. She was really excited when she saw the car. It was a convertible and she loved convertibles. We took her car for a test drive. She had the top down. I remembered her driving really fast and I kept telling her to slow down. I can remember her laughing and she had the wind blowing her hair back. That was the last time I saw her with a smile on her face." Carlos put his hand up to his head. "We came to a stop at a red light and this black truck with blacked out windows drove up beside us. These f*cking guys jumped out the truck pointing machine guns at us. My daughter tried to drive away but they grabbed her and pulled her out of the car by her hair. I tried to stop the guy but another guy hit me with his g*n. When I woke up, I was chained to a f*cking wall and I looked up to see my daughter inside a cage. She was screaming out to me and I saw this creature behind her. It looked like a half man, half tarantula. He was an ugly motherf*cker. I saw this bald woman in a black dress. She came into the room and she told her men to hold me down. She told me to say goodbye to my daughter and then she made me watch this creature eat my daughter. She tricked me. She told me that if I signed this contract she would spare my daughter's life, but I was really signing a contract to have my baby girl sacrificed. I told my baby girl that I loved her but I don't think she heard me because the cage they put her in had sound proof glass. After I watched my daughter die, that's when Princess Death Row told me that I was ready to serve under her command. That's what she does to all her soldiers. If you want to work for her as a soldier, she'll trick you into sacrificing a loved one. I had to watch my baby girl get eaten by a Boneseeker Man. I couldn't cry. You can't shed a single tear or else she'll kill you."

Amber looked around at Carlos confused by what he was telling her.

"When she hired me, she didn't trick me into sacrificing anybody." Amber stated while giving her boyfriend a subtle look of pity.

Carlos took a deep breath in slight irritation. "She didn't do that to you because you applied to work for her as an engineering scientist," Carlos said while tapping his girlfriend's face with his tattooed knuckles. "I told you, she only does that to the soldiers. Mostly the men. If you want to work for her as a soldier, you gotta prove whether your a*s is strong enough and man enough to fight for her. So she gives you a test by tricking you into sacrificing a loved one and seeing if you'll cry. If you cry, then you're weak."

Amber kept listening to her boyfriend even when she thought she heard footsteps coming from outside the van.

"Do you miss your baby girl?" Amber asked while rolling over onto Carlos and resting her hand and chin on his chest.

"Hell yeah, I miss her. She's dead now and I can't get her back. My baby girl has become somebody's d**g fix," Carlos said while putting his thick hands behind his head. "It bothers me knowing that somebody out there is getting high off my Brittany's remains."  

Amber's spine tingled after her boyfriend said that. She was still caressing her boyfriend's face while resting her ear against his chest. While laying there listening to her boyfriend's heartbeat, Amber fantasized about being married. It was a fantasy that Amber would have after her and Carlos would have s*x. Amber knew Carlos would never marry her, but it didn't hurt to fantasize about it.

"I wish I could have been there with you when they killed your baby girl. I wish I could've saved her," Amber whispered while sliding her finger across a large spider web tattoo on the left side of Carlos' chest. "It must've been hard for you not to cry." Amber gazed up at her boyfriend.

Carlos smacked his lips. "I wanted to cry." Carlos punctuated his words with a chuckling groan. He had to watch people get killed, and he also had to kill people to keep his job. Carlos killed a lot of people and he abandoned his soul after his daughter after he witnessed his daughter's death. He knew the killing came with his job and he did whatever he needed to do to keep a steady paycheck. It wasn't too hard for Carlos to kill people since he was a former g**g member.

"You hear that?" Amber asked her boyfriend while sitting up slightly. She kept hearing things, and she hoped that maybe what she heard was a figment of her imagination.

Carlos grunted while sitting up a little, "I don't hear nothing," the soldier mumbled.

Amber kept wondering if she was losing her mind. She pinned her shoulder length, wavy golden-brown hair back behind her ears while still trying to listen for something. After a minute passed, Amber laid her head back down on Carlos' chest, hoping that the noise she heard was the sound of manufactured wind. Amber and Carlos were living inside a constructed earth-like biodome inside a starship. The manufactured wind gave the bio-dome a realistic Earth feel, along with an artificially created sky and trees.

"Maybe it's the wind you're hearing," Carlos said to Amber while putting out his cigarette. The former g**g banger kissed his girlfriend on her forehead while thinking about when him and Amber could have s*x again without getting caught.

"Hey babe, what do you think about us getting married?" Amber knew she was taking a chance by asking her boyfriend about marriage. Before Amber could stop herself, the question slipped out of her mouth like a wet bar of soap.

Carlos took a deep breath which meant that he wasn't pleased. "We talked about this sh*t already."

Amber sat up with her face hovering over Carlos' face. "We're already f*cking each other. Why can't we get married?" Amber knew she was annoying Carlos. She waited to endure a slap to her face which was what Carlos did to Amber months ago when she brought up the subject of marriage.

"Just because we're f*cking doesn't mean we have to get married. Why the f*ck are you so obsessed about getting married?" Carlos sucked his teeth a little, which was something he would do whenever he felt himself heating up.

"I want us to get married because… I want to be with you," Amber said when she could see that her boyfriend's temper was rearing its ugly head.

"Listen, we ain't getting married. You don't want to marry me because I'm a killer," Carlos whispered in Amber's face. He grabbed Amber's chin when she rolled her eyes at him.

"Look, don't beat me up again. I'm sorry I even asked." Amber mumbled while trying to free her small chin from Carlos' thick and rough fingers. She didn't mean to roll her eyes in front of Carlos' because she knew her attitude could get her killed.

"Why the f*ck would you want to marry a guy like me, anyway. I've killed women and babies. You don't want to marry a professional killer." Carlos gave Amber a deadly half-smirk after saying that.

This was not the response that Amber wanted to get from Carlos. She knew she would get a negative response from the man she loved, but she kept hoping that maybe a miracle would happen. Amber rested her chin back on her boyfriend's chest trying to stop her urge to cry.

"The only reason you're a professional killer is because it's part of your job," Amber mumbled out while wiping away tears that escaped from her eyes. "I don't give a damn about you being a killer. I love you. You were forced into being an assassin after Princess Death Row killed your baby." Amber had the courage to speak her mind, and she didn't care about the response that Carlos would give her. Amber closed her eyes thinking she was about to get popped in her face, but to the young woman's surprise, Carlos didn't strike her.

"F*ck you talking about?" Carlos grumbled while affectionately stroking his fingers through Amber's hair. There was a brief silence between Carlos and Amber as the two continued to share a cigarette with their n***d bodies nestled against each other. 

 "Hey babe, what the f*ck does a Boneseeker Man look like? I've never seen one," Amber asked her question while lifting her beautiful gray exotic eyes up at her boyfriend again. Amber saw a complete look of dread come over Carlos' face, but she could see how her boyfriend was trying to keep his expression subdued.

"I already told you. A Boneseeker Man is an ugly motherf*cker," Carlos said with his limited vocabulary. "The one that killed my baby girl looked like a zombie with these f*cking crab legs coming out of his body. He got a big a*s head too. It looks like his skull is pumped with helium."

Amber tried not to imagine what her boyfriend was telling her, but her mind couldn't help it. She pieced together the image of a zombie with a gigantic head and the legs of an arachnid.

"This motherf*cker ate Brittany right in front of me and then some black sh*t came out of his mouth." Carlos went on explaining the nightmare of what he witnessed happen to his child. "This black sh*t came out of his mouth that looked like acid, and it melted my baby girl's bones." Carlos stopped talking while shaking his head and taking a deep breath. The soldier felt nauseated while thinking about what happened to his daughter.

Amber had sat up from her boyfriend's chest and she felt like she was listening to a horror movie. Listening to what her boyfriend was saying sounded surreal.

"A Boneseeker Man got this big damn head that looks like a burnt up pumpkin, and then you see these four dark eyes looking back at you." Carlos kept trying to explain to his girlfriend what a Boneseeker Man looked like even when he felt like he was about to throw up. "The motherf*cker even has a tail, and it's covered with these tiny prickly things that look like razor blades. You don't want him to hit you with his tail." Carlos said while releasing a grunting chuckle.

Amber couldn't say anything after her boyfriend stopped talking. She just stared down at her boyfriend while stroking her hand across his chest. Amber loved stroking her fingers across Carlos' hairy chest. To her, it felt like she was touching a bunch of feathers.

While massaging her boyfriend's chest, Amber was getting ready to say something else but she heard another noise coming from outside the van. This time Amber was sure she heard something. It sounded like footsteps. The shouting of a familiar voice accompanied the running footsteps.

"Yo Carlos, it's Ricky, man!" Amber and Carlos both shot up when they heard Ricky's squeaky voice, which sounded like it was still going through puberty. "Carlos man, you're in some deep sh*t!" Ricky's cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency while banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp.

Carlos opened the armored truck's automatic rear door to reveal a slender pale skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose.  

"Hey Ricky, what's the matter, sweet pea?" Amber said while giving Ricky an affectionate smile. Amber always liked Ricky and sometimes she would imagine Ricky as being her son even though she wasn't quite old enough to be his mother.

"I was walking past the safe room on the North Wing and I overheard them talking about a State of Execution Demand on Carlos," Ricky told Amber while trying to catch his breath. The young man wiped the sweat from his brow while looking up at Carlos. "Yo man, you're in trouble. Princess Death Row placed a State of Execution Demand on you for dereliction of duty. I came to warn you and tell you that her men are out looking for you right now."

Carlos stared down at Ricky in a state of pure confusion. The soldier didn't understand what Ricky said to him at first. He also didn't want to believe it. Carlos' heart shifted when he realized that Ricky wasn't joking, which was something he was known to do.

"Princess Death Row wants me executed because of dereliction of duty? What the f*ck is she talking about?" Carlos asked the teenager through clenched teeth with half of his bulky body leaning out the back of the armored truck.

Ricky licked his chapped lips, "Dereliction of duty means you didn't do your job right," the teenager answered with urgency. "I overheard them talking about how you injured some lady. You were supposed to break into some lady's house, and take her little boy, but you weren't supposed to shoot her. You put her in the hospital. Princess Death Row wants you executed because you disobeyed her command."

Carlos felt his heart sputtering in his chest. The man climbed out of the back of the truck before sitting down on its rear bumper. He knew what Ricky was talking about when he told him about breaking into a lady's house and taking her little boy.

"Babe, what's he talking about?" Amber asked her boyfriend while feeling her heart pounding.

Carlos shook his head in disbelief. "It was supposed to be an ordinary confiscating mission. They sent me and my partner Tony to some lady's home yesterday to kidnap her boy. We used one of the ship's teleportation pods and we arrived on Earth within five minutes. We drove to her house and used a Spacebender connector so we could enter her house without coming through the door. In the blink of an eye we were standing in the lady's living room. As soon as we entered her house, she walked through the front door and saw us standing there like two morons. Tony tried to grab her little boy but she killed him like it was nothing. She moved like a boxer. She was about to kill me, but I knocked her down and grabbed her boy. I ran out the house, jumped in my car and drove away, but she chased me down. We got on the freeway and I shot into her car. Her car crashed into a barrier and I thought I had killed her. I knew f*cked up when I shot into her car. Her little boy was crying. I pulled over to the side of the road and tried to comfort him. I reached into the back seat and I tried to hold the little guy, but he swung his little fists at me and connected. Without thinking, I got pissed off and I hit him back. I shouldn't have done that. He was just a scared little kid and I felt like an asshole for hitting him. I shot his mom and I thought I killed her," Carlos explained with a lost fearfulness in his voice.

"No man, you didn't kill her and you weren't supposed to shoot her. You were only supposed to take her little boy. The lady is still alive and she's in the hospital. Princess Death Row sent her men to kill you. You and Ms. Smith need to get the f*ck out of here." Ricky had been waiting to tell Carlos that he needed to escape while looking at him and Amber through wide eyes. The teenager patted his hand on Carlos' leg, feeling sorry for his friend and praying to God that he was warning him in time.

"If I run, where will I go where she can't find my a*s?" Carlos whispered his question while hanging his head down and running his hand across his bald head.

"You could take an escape pod and leave the vessel. Hide on Earth." Ricky told Carlos while looking around the underground parking garage, hoping not to see a Death Row Infantry-man with a g*n approaching them.

"If we use an escape pod, that means we'll be out in space. I've never been out in space before," Amber said while putting her hand up to her mouth. She could feel her heart picking up pace while thinking about her and her boyfriend escaping death by traveling out into the deepness of space. "I grew up on this starship. I grew up inside this Earth bio-dome and this place is all I know. But I don't want us to die here and I don't want us to die out in space."

Carlos looked up at his girlfriend when he heard her voice quivering a little as if she was about to tear up. The ex-convict soldier placed his hand on his girlfriend's curved back, trying to comfort her, which was something he normally wouldn't do. But since he was a little afraid for his life, his fear of being killed was changing his behavior and making him more compassionate.

Ricky was trying to think of something comforting to say to Carlos, but the teenager's mind went blank when he looked up to see a Death Row Infantry-man in the distance. The Death Row Infantry-man moved between two parked cars like a prowling tiger while scanning the garage using the scope on his machine g*n. Ricky swallowed hard when he spotted another Death Row Infantry-man dressed in all-black and prowling between a row of parked cars.

Carlos was so deep in thought that he didn't feel Ricky tapping him on his shoulder trying to get his attention. The soldier snapped out of his short trance and he glanced up to see Ricky putting his finger up to his lips while pointing at two Death Row Infantry-men who were standing twenty feet away from the armored truck.

Amber followed Ricky's trembling finger which pointed near the front of the truck. She could feel her heart crawling up her throat when her eyes caught on to a group of dark figures carrying heavy artillery while marching around parked cars in the distance.

"It was two at first, but now it's five of them and it looks like they're coming over here. I don't think they can see us," Ricky whispered while trying to hide his body behind the armored truck's open rear door.

"We better get the f*ck outta here. I don't want those motherf*ckers to see us and kill—" Carlos stopped whispering mid-sentence when he looked past Ricky and saw two Death Row Infantry-men crouched down behind a parked car aiming their rifles at Ricky's back. Carlos grabbed Ricky by his arm and pulled the teenager into the back of the truck. While pulling Ricky into the truck, he reached for his firearm, which he kept strapped to his ankle.

The first shots came from the two Death Row Infantry-men, and the bullets struck the armored truck's rear doors. One bullet struck Ricky in the back of his leg, but the teenager didn't realize he was shot until he felt something wet running down his leg. It shocked the teenager when he glanced down to see his own blood streaming down the back of his knee. When Ricky saw his leg bleeding his body froze up. Carlos tried to pull Ricky into the truck but it was too late.

The temporary freeze caused Ricky to get shot in his back multiple times. Carlos tried to rescue the teenager, but it was too late. By the time Carlos pulled Ricky into the truck, the soldiers riddled the teenager's backside with bullets.

"Oh God!" Amber screamed while holding Ricky's body in her arms and looking up at her boyfriend, who was shooting back at the soldiers from behind the armored truck's door.

"You wanna piece of me! Come get some, motherf*ckers!" Carlos roared at the soldiers while shooting back at them with deadly precision. While shooting at the armed men who were hiding behind a white sedan, Carlos relived his drive-by days.

He unloaded his semi-automatic 3D printed Glock 352 at the Death Row Infantry-men, and somehow he shot one soldier in the arm and another soldier in the head. Carlos felt more enraged when he heard his girlfriend screaming and crying over Ricky, who was fighting to breathe in Amber's arms.

"He's dying in my arms!" Amber shouted through her tears, while looking down at Ricky, who was gulping for air. The child's blood drenched Amber's hands and her lap.

Ricky saw his life flash in front of him. He was fighting to breathe so hard that he could feel his chest bone cracking. The teen wanted to cry. Every breath made Ricky feel like he was trying to breathe with a thousand pound weight on his chest.

"P-please h-help," Ricky gurgled up words through the blood he was coughing up into his mouth. The teenager didn't blink as he stared up at Amber while tightly holding her hand. "P—Please, It-It hurts," Ricky stuttered and gulped while trying to recapture his breath. He gripped Amber's hand when he felt a sharp pain shoot from his back all the way up through his chest.  

"It's okay babe, I got you. Just hang on." Amber tried to comfort the child while crying over his face and flinching at the loud popping sounds of gunfire. The g*n battle was still going on between her boyfriend and the group of Death Row Infantry-men outside.

Amber didn't know that a few bullets had already struck Carlos in his chest, but the former gangster didn't even notice the pain. Carlos was shooting away at the Death Row Infantry-men and he even pulled out another handgun he had strapped to his back.

Amber was still trying to comfort Ricky, but she knew the teenager was dying in her arms. She could see that Ricky had lost too much blood. While crying over Ricky, Amber thought about when she first met the teenager from Carlos introducing him to her.

Amber remembered when Ricky told her he had a crush on her. She thought about when he brought her flowers as a thank you for giving him a ride to school. And she also thought about when her and Carlos went to visit Ricky at the hospital and how she brought him flowers.

Amber thought back on when a drunk driver struck Ricky while he was riding his bike. She was at his bedside comforting him and telling him to be strong and that he would walk again. Amber remembered how hard Ricky was crying and how she felt like a mother to him. She stayed by his side during his days in the hospital. Amber tried to visit Ricky every day at a physical rehabilitation center.

Amber thought about how her and Carlos took Ricky to a rock concert just to cheer him up after his accident. It was like watching a beautiful dying star for her when she could see life dissipating in Ricky's eyes. The woman let out a guttural cry when she held Ricky's face against her chest and felt that the child was no longer breathing.

"Ricky, babe wake up." Amber let out a sobbing whisper in the teenage boy's ear knowing her words weren't being heard by Ricky. She ran her slender fingers through Ricky's white mohawk and she rocked back and forth while clutching his body even tighter in her arms.

Amber went into shock while lifting her red tear soaked eyes up at Carlos who was now standing over her looking down at Ricky's lifeless body. Carlos had stopped shooting at the soldiers and he closed the armored truck's back door and locked it before going to check on Ricky.  

"Is my little homie dead?" Carlos asked his girlfriend through a soft voice that Amber never heard him speak in before.

"He's gone," Amber whispered out while wiping the moisture from her eyes. She watched as her boyfriend kneeled down over Ricky's body, and she almost panicked when she saw three bullet holes in Carlos' chest. "Oh my God babe!" Amber screamed while touching Carlos' b****y chest and still holding Ricky's body in her other arm.

"I'm okay. I can't believe those motherf*ckers killed my little homie." Carlos said while reaching down to touch Ricky's face. "F*ck this!" Carlos barked out while jumping up in a fit of rage.

"Carlos? Babe where the f*ck are you going!?" Amber shouted out while trying to reach up to grab her boyfriend's tattooed wrist.

"I'll be back." Carlos told his girlfriend before giving her a quick and hard kiss on her forehead. He went back to confront the Death Row Infantry-men outside who were still shooting at the armored truck's rear doors. Carlos reloaded his two handguns while making his way outside.

"Carlos!" Amber screamed while watching her boyfriend open the rear door of the armored truck. "Babe don't, they'll kill you!" Amber cried out, but she could do nothing but watch her boyfriend as he ran outside roaring and shooting back at the soldiers. Some of the men that Carlos was shooting back were who he thought were his brothers in arms.

Carlos fell into a rage after he found out Ricky died. He became overpowered by wrath while unloading his two guns at the Death Row Infantry-men and shouting obscenities into the night air. Carlos trembled at the thought of dying, but after he saw Ricky dead, he didn't care about his own life anymore.

"Y'all think you kill me like you killed my little homie!" Carlos roared. His rage changed his voice. He approached the Death Row Infantry-men, ignoring the pain of bullets ripping through his steroid fueled muscular body. Carlos even danced while shooting back at the Death Row men and roaring obscenities at them.  

By dancing, Carlos wanted to prove to the soldiers that the bullets they were firing at him would not immobilize him and bring him down. He had bullet wounds all in his chest and his arms, but his rage and his adrenaline levels were causing him to do the impossible.

Even with bullets in his huge body, Carlos could still lift a Death Row Infantry-man off his feet. He head butted the soldier across his helmet before taking the man and body slamming him down on the windshield of a parked Cadillac.  

Amber stayed inside the armored truck sobbing and holding Ricky's body. She had her eyes closed while listening to her boyfriend outside cursing and ranting. She moved her hair away from her eyes while kissing Ricky's face and holding the teenager's head against her sweaty neck.

Amber couldn't believe this was happening to her. She couldn't believe she was holding a dead boy who she loved like a son. She also couldn't believe she had lost her boyfriend too. Amber knew Carlos was dead when she didn't hear him roaring outside anymore.

The only thing that Amber could hear was the sound of marching boots surrounding the truck. She could hear the soldiers' boots striking the ground with fury and she could hear the clicking of their automatic rifles. Amber knew it was her turn to die. The pounding feet of the soldiers caused the armored truck to vibrate.

Amber kept her eyes shut even when she heard a group of soldiers climbing into the van. She could tell that the lead soldier was a big man and his heavy armor-plated combat boots rocked the truck. Amber could hear the man's heavy breathing through his bulletproof combat face helmet.

The Death Row Infantry-man stood over Amber and she could feel the nose of his machine g*n being aimed down at the back of her head. All she could do was keep her eyes closed while trying to stop herself from crying. Amber tried to focus on the fact that Ricky's body was still warm in her arms.

"She's unarmed." Amber heard the soldier say into his mouthpiece receiver. "Yes Commander Chan, we killed officer Garcia, but it wasn't easy. He had a g*n and a few of our men got hit." Amber listened as the soldier continued to speak into his mouthpiece receiver. "The woman is holding the body of a dead boy in her arms. It looks like the boy is Officer Lang."

Amber didn't like the sound of the soldier's voice. His voice sounded systematic and computerized. Amber cringed when she heard the soldier asking if he should kill her now or later, but he made it sound like he was asking about a dinner special on a restaurant menu.

"So you want us to distribute her body for conversion?" The Death Row Infantry-man asked while reaching down and snatching off Amber's work badge which hung from a key chain around her neck. "I have her work badge. Her name is Amber Valdez. She's a Lab Engineering Development team member who works on level five."

Amber whimpered a little and her body shivered when the soldier snatched her work badge from around her neck. She prayed for a miracle, hoping that maybe she was dreaming and that she would wake up.

"Yes ma'am, we'll terminate her and send her body into conversion, along with the bodies of Officer Garcia and Officer Lang," The soldier spoke into his mouthpiece receiver and he even sounded like he had the inflection of a slight chuckle in his voice.

Amber opened her eyes when she heard the soldier say that he was sending her body for conversion. Amber knew what that meant. After working in the laboratory for six months she knew the CG7 d**g compound she was helping to distribute came from prisoners being killed and converted.

A wave of panic fell on Amber when she thought about Carlos' daughter dying at the hands of a Boneseeker Man. Amber lost it in a heartbeat and she released a crying outburst while swinging her fist at the soldier who remained over her, aiming his heavy duty machine g*n down at her face. Amber's punches merely phased the soldier, and he chuckled a little when Amber jumped up and attempted to run off the truck. She even tried to carry Ricky's body.

Amber screamed like a baby suffering from a broken limb. She twisted and turned her body, trying to free herself from the Death Row Infantry-man's massive arms.

Amber tried to escape, but it was no use. She couldn't escape from the arms of a soldier who was six foot five and weighed two-hundred and fifty pounds. All Amber could do was release a scream and struggle. And the only thing that stopped Amber from screaming was a hard precise blow to the back of her skull by the soldier's fist. After being hit by the soldier, Amber fell into a deep state of darkness.

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The darkness felt like it lasted for a week, and when Amber opened her eyes, it was so dark at first that she couldn't tell if she had her eyes opened or closed. Amber knew she wasn't inside the truck anymore. She could feel she was sitting on cold, wet steel. Amber also noticed that she was n***d, and that something was clawing at the bottom of her right foot.

Amber snatched her foot back when she felt these claws trying to tear through the skin. She couldn't see at first but she could hear clicking sounds. It wasn't the clicking of something mechanical, but more like the clicking from something organic. It only took a minute or two for Amber's eyes to adjust to the darkness and when they did, she could see the dark outline of a man standing a few feet away from her. Amber could also hear people sobbing and moaning around her.

She looked around to see she was inside what looked like a steel reinforced cage that was the size of a motorhome. There was a God awful smell inside the cage that made Amber gag. It smelled like rotting meat and vinegar. The stench instantly nauseated Amber and she could see a crowd of objects lying on the cage's floor, and some of those objects were still moving.

Amber scooted around the floor and she tried to stand up but she kept stepping on what felt like body parts. She didn't want to believe it, but it felt like the bottom of her foot came in contact with a piece of a person's hand. There were other familiar feeling objects that Amber's feet came in contact with such as, a piece of what felt like an ear, a thumb, and a thigh bone.

Amber screamed when she felt a hand reach up and grab her, pulling her down almost on her face. She knew the hand that grabbed her wrist was the hand of a woman. The woman's hand felt like it had blood on it and it was ice cold.

"Help me," Amber heard the woman whispering through a weak voice.

"It's okay, I'm right here," Amber told the woman while trying to look into her face through the darkness. She could feel the woman struggling to crawl up into her arms. From the way the woman's skin felt, Amber knew the woman was elderly. She tried to embrace the woman, but she saw something through the subtle darkness that stabbed her heart with terror.

Amber jumped back. She tried to scream but her voice departed from her. She knew where she was when she looked at the old woman who grabbed her and saw that the bottom half of her body was missing.

When Amber finally released a short scream, that's when something standing on the far right side of the cage groaned and clicked at her. Amber looked toward where the clicking noise emerged from. She could see the dark outline of what she thought was a man. Amber realized that what she was looking at was not a man. She knew what it was when the creature stood up in the darkness with an arch in its back. It moved like a man with no spine.

The human body only has two legs and what she saw climbing the cage's walls had eight. Amber couldn't move. and she watched as the Boneseeker Man climbed the cage's walls, making his way toward her. The clicking had a guttural slimy sound like an ape regurgitating while smacking his lips at the same time.

It was a dreadful noise, and with every passing second the terrible slobbering clicking would get closer to Amber. She closed her eyes and prayed while feeling her urine running down between her legs. The sight of the predator caused Amber to urinate on herself.

Stepping on bones was bad enough, but Amber's became worse when she heard another slobbering clicking noise coming from behind her.   

The other thing that Amber could hear was her pounding heart. Amber's heart increased in speed when she felt a tall presence behind her and felt something sharp scrape across her bare back. Before Amber knew what was happening the clicking noises had surrounded her.

Amber thought there was only one in the cage, but she discovered that there were others and they had her surrounded. One of them was right in Amber's ear and he was hissed and clicked with his acidic drool dripping down from his fangs. Amber tried not to move a single muscle in her n***d body. She tried not to breathe or blink and she struggled not to scream when she felt the sharp claws dig into her lower back.

Amber tried not to scream from the pain and she tried to keep still, but her nerves caused to violently tremble.

She could see through the faint darkness the Boneseeker Man's pumpkin shaped head. Its head twisted every time it took a breath. It looked like the monster had large air intakes on both sides of his head. To Amber, they looked like a million nostrils.

Amber was fighting so hard not to scream. But she didn't realize that even if she wanted to scream, she couldn't, because her vocal cords were paralyzed.

Amber couldn't scream when she felt sharp claws pierce her spine. She couldn't scream when she felt two rows of jagged teeth sink into her left shoulder and severing her collarbone. She couldn't scream when she felt burning acid dripping down on her arm. The acid burned straight through her skin reaching the bone. There was no screaming in the darkness. The only sounds were bones breaking and human flesh being torn apart, along with chewing, slurping and clicking.