1 A.M. in the morning. A young man lights a fat blunt while being bundled up in heavy clothes. He curses then reaches into his pocket and takes out a phone. Punches a few numbers in and puts it to his ear. "Yeah..., oh no I won't kill him just ya know...play...." He smiles then laughs a little. A tall figure in nothing but a dirty white t-shirt and black jeans comes around a corner and bumps into the man with the fatty. "Oh excuse me," says the man in the t-shirt. "Damn right, you better be! You don't know who you bumpin into." The man on the phone grabs his groin and hold his middle finger in the sky. The man in the t-shirt has dark skin and a crazy afro that goes all over the place. "Who am I bumping into then?" The African man asks. "I'm the fricken Choppa boy!" The white man on the phone take out a small butterfly knife. "So youre the target?" The African man turns fully to the white man. The white man looks at the tall man, trying to figure him out "You high or somethin?" He looks at his blunt and flicks it into the streets. "Man I'll call you later some punk is trying to buck up to me," he hangs up the phone "look man I'll give three minutes to back off" "Three is all I need," the African man makes a swift kick to the other man's groin then grabs him by the hair and slams his face into the ground. "Oh, well look it only took me one minute, by the way the name is Doz, you should remember that when you're being takin to court" Doz lifts the man on his shoulder then walks into a dark alley.
Doz runs his free hand through his hair, "Damn boy needs to lose a few pounds..." he enters a giant warehouse and moves towards the back. He flips a switch hanging from the ceiling. "What the fu..." The white boy says. "Hey! Youre awake!" Doz pats his back. "Just in time to enjoy all thefun we're going to have!" He places the white boy on a metal table and cold metal clasps grips his wrist and ankles. "The hell, ay man I'm not gay, not even into that freaky sexual crap!" The white boy yells getting panicked. "Well lucky for you I'm not Jeffery Donmer!" Doz chuckles then makes his way to a metal cabinet, he looks around inside and pulls out a tray. "Whats that?" The white boy looks over at Doz. "Well Mr. Joe! I'm going to interrogate you, then after I'm done youre free to go!" Doz takes out a giant cleaver. "What the...hell is...-" Joe get cut off by Doz's loud luaghing. "Whats so funny!?" Doz continues to laugh "Well youre going to die, so i lied, oh and two: this will hurt...a lot!" Doz chuckles loudly again. The lights cut off. The place dark. Joe panics and looks around hoping for a glimpse of light. "WAIT! STOP I'll TELL YOU ANYTHING!!!" "Oh, Joe, shh this'll only hurt for um...an hour then well ya know youre free to go, hopefully you wont be drained before you make it to the exit." "THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Joe screams. "Nothin," Doz's voice turns cold and serious...and deep. "I just enjoy seeing scum like you squirm when you in deep crap." A loud pain rips through Joe's right arm. He screams then blacks out from the pain. "Aw...no fun." Doz chuckles again.
Doz wipes blood onto his long sleeved white shirt, "Damn kid couldn't even handle the first second" he shoves a cart across the floor. He then proceeds up some stairs and into a large room containing: a bed, bookshelves filled with books, a fancy computer, a large HD tv, and a fan hanging from the ceiling. He takes off his shirt revealing cuts and closed bullet wounds, he peers opens up a hidden door holding clothes. He take out a black muscle shirt and black cargo shorts, get dressed then heads out of the room. Joe was just now waking up. "Huh?" He tried to look around but his head wouldnt move. "The hell...?" He tried to move again but only succeeded into completely falling over. He couldnt feel his body anymore "My hands?" He felt nothing. "My legs?" Nothing. "My...my heart?" He stopped talking and listened. Nothing. "WHATS GOING ON?!" He cried. His whole body felt like...well nothing! He finally realized something. Where the hell is he? Joe looked around his surrounding, dirt, spider webs, and rat droppings filled the area surrounding him. Joe heard footsteps coming towards him. "You awake await my little undead monster?" Joe recognized that sadistic voice, playfully teasing him. "No, he's not here right now so leave a message at the beep JACK ASS!" Joe was pissed. He felt his whole body? Shift forward and peer directly into the eyes of Doz's. "Well seems like my theory was right..." Doz looked him up and down. "What?" "Where is the Undead Mafia located?" Doz's voice hardened. "Huh? What do you mean?" Joe was genuinely confused. "...I can see that youre an idiot but youre not stupid enough to not notice that youre a undead, are you?" Doz's playful tease voice came back. Joe's head hurt, he couldn't feel his body, this random stranger than captured him and tortured him is calling him a undead!? "I'm...dead?" Joe asked. "Undead, youre dead but you came back to life, youre one of the lucky ones." "So...what the hell happened to my body?" Joe's anger was building up again. "Cut up into sections! By yours truly!" Doz smiled. "We can put em back on later." Joe could steam right now, his anger was loose but he had no way of fighting without his body Ꮤe can always nag him to Ꭰeath, Joe thought. We? "What are you then?" Joe looked him over with his eyes. "Demon, a African American Demon! But the anti-hero not the bad guy, anti-hero big difference." Doz's smile continued. "So...all that fairytale bull is real?" "Unicorns aren't, well they use to be Werewolves made go el extincto!" Doz thought for a second "Giants are on the verge, minotaurs and centaurs are starting to breed with each other, the offspring is fugly! Oh and fairies are into demons, which is weird if ya ask me hahaha!" Doz clutched his stomach and laughed hard. Joe looked at the person that done him wrong, Ꭰoz...huh? And turns out I was working for some undead mafia crap..., Joe thought to himself, Ꭰammit.