Scp There Was A Crooked Man Novels & Stories

“As long as you give me the name of the person supporting Manuel from behind the curtains, I’ll make sure that you won’t have to suffer.” The man gnashed his teeth and refused to speak. Cameron opened the lid of the box, and inside it was a densely packed swarm of venomous scorpions. The man gulped his saliva out of fear when he saw the scene, and beads of cold sweat rolled down from the sides of his forehead. Rumor had it that the young master of the Southerns had a perverted mind and had many ways to torture others. In particular, he loved to watch as scorpions crawled all over his captives’ bodies and got into their clothes. It was totally mental torture.

There were plenty of men floating around in the MC orbit that he’d never heard speak, even if he knew them through word of mouth, maybe even glimpsing them himself from a distance. Or across a scene of battle. Is this a friend or a foe? Or is he in the middle of switching from one side to the other? “Yeah,” Scars said. “You’re looking for a few people,” the man said. “Two of them are pretty small.” Scars held his breath, then exhaled slowly. “Yeah.” “I know where they are. Them and Wolf Connor.” Scars had a hundred questions that he wanted to ask, everything from Who the fuck are you?, to How the fuck do you know any of this?, to What the fuck do you want in exchange for your help?

"Unseemly, every last one of you." Nonetheless, Jackie strode up just then, still clutching his face as he snapped, "You fool! You'll pay for causing trouble here in Norsedam. This man here is Scorpion, a member of the Airbreakers, the biggest gang here in this city! Get down on your knees and lick my shoes, or I'm killing you!" "You heard him—on your knees, lick his shoes!" Scorpion came to his senses and glowered at Frank threateningly, stomping one foot on the chair beside Frank while brandishing his metal bat.

The scent of antiseptic on me seemed to calm it. I expertly soothed the dog, snipped the fur around the wound, cleaned it, sutured it, and bandaged it. "There, all better," I said, stroking the Doberman's head. It licked my hand gently. "Looks like Zeus likes you. That's a first." A deep, magnetic male voice came from the doorway. I stood up and saw a tall man. He wore a dark grey trench coat, his shoulders damp with rain. He had messy brown curls, and his features were strong and handsome, but his most striking feature was his eyes—as green as an Irish forest after a storm.

As the two men scurried away, Scarlett felt a chill run down her spine as she realized what was happening - they were selling out their own information to the unknown woman for some kind of undisclosed benefit. But before Scarlett could leave unnoticed, one of them spotted her lurking behind the crates. "Hey, you there!" The man instinctively pulled his gun at her. "You made a mistake messing with the wrong person bro, she's the Lord's heiress." Bamm! A familiar throaty voice boomed behind Scarlett as she watched the hand man drop dead within a fraction of second. Stunned at the turn of events, everyone looked towards the direction of the shot and there he was, standing there without a care

The other man spoke first “I can't be the first to jump down, we're in the damn second floor Scorp!, I can't hurt myself because of your insensitivity" “Well, hurting yourself is better than being caught. Now off you go!" Scorpion pushed the man and the bag of dollars they thought they had acquired. “Dadddyyy! “Help!" I found myself screaming. The two men who was still inside began to fret. I saw the one with a broken tooth pick up the bedside clock, he struck my head with it and I blacked out. *****

Her little groan must have alerted the man , as he quickly turned his head to her side with a suprised look all over he's face . " Miss !! Miss!!! " He called out , gently approaching her . At least she'll be in a safe hand , she thought . Before giving in to the darkness beckoning her. In between giving in to the darkness and holding to the tiny strand of sanity that she had left ,she saw something astonishing on the man's neck . A scorpion tattoo. That's weird. Who would get a scorpion tattoo that looks so real on their face ??? She finally succumb to the darkness,not before hearing a soft curse from the man.

The assassin gasped, struggling, trying to recover. He didn’t get the chance. Scorpion grabbed his head with both hands, twisted sharply— Crack. The sound was sickening. The man’s body went limp instantly, collapsing lifelessly onto the floor. Gasps filled the hall. Scorpion didn’t look back. He crouched swiftly, pulling the man’s wallet from his pocket, then his phone. He scanned them briefly, memorizing details, before straightening and sprinting out the doors toward their waiting car. Outside, Spider had already pushed Sarah into the back seat. Her entire body was shaking now, adrenaline flooding her system.

"What is it that you want?" Zach asked fearlessly but carefully because he knew that if it were to be him alone, he could have pulled some silly tricks since it wasn't his first time being in such a positive. The man chuckled and pulled out the chair opposite them to sit on. "I like your bravery, Zach. I have heard so much about you and I am happy to have met you this time around. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Scorpion. That's all.

Moon-soaked power. Their eyes met. The man’s lips curved...not friendly. Mira was still smiling when Scarlet approached. That smile froze halfway. The man Mira had been flirting with stood tall...too tall, shoulders thick with old scars, muscles etched like they’d been carved by violence itself. His gold tooth caught the firelight when he smirked, and Scarlet’s stomach tightened. She knew that smirk. She had seen it minutes ago...on a wolf drenched in blood. Scarlet slowed her steps deliberately, eyes raking over him like she was undressing his soul instead of his body.