Well this isn't really survival horror type but is a great story. I hope you all enjoy. by the way ragu helped me co write this and we are still working on it.
Brothers of Blasphemy
by Azriel
and U.B.C.S. Ragu
Chapter One. Escape
"Many People die every year. But the three hundred in the last two days are not an accident." President Anderson had just taken the podium. "However the two contract killers are now being held by the F.B.I. outside Washington D.C. Their real names are unknown but we do know they form the Brothers of Blasphemy. Their code names are Lil Evil and Death. After the entire termination of a smaller section of the CIA called Free Lives....May god have mercy on their souls." Without another word the president goes into the shadows and disappears.
"You know you don't have to die this way. You could have just accepted the original contract. And to think now you don't live to see your sister die." The creep in the suit smiles as he strikes Death across the face again. The bruise would probably show up better if Death wasn't scarred over every inch of his body. The fire that had taken his skin had occured on his third contract. He had planted a incerniary bomb but it had accidentally went off three minutes early. He's a large man weighing about three hundred with two eighty of that being muscle. He stands about 6'3'' so its looks like they have a small sasquatch handcuffed to the wooden chair instead of a man.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Because when I break free I'm going to remember these little slaps of yours. You are on five." His voice is the slow steady thunder that creeps for miles across the nebraskan plains. "But its your choice not mine."
"Oh, I'm so scared. I belong to Free Lives. I'm trained to take out anyone I come across so give it up Death. I own you." The creep goes to the table that's on the far wall and picks up the two gold plated .45s that are there. He also picks up the survival knife and begins to juggle the three.
"You drop any of my things and I'll count it as six not five slaps." The creep laughs but puts the weapons back. Then turns on the radio.
Through the static Death hears the president's voice. "May God have mercy on their souls."
Death laughs as he speaks the next sentence. "No need to worry about God we don't have souls." He leans forward and the chair threatens to break. "We could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble and ammo if we would have just killed him when you hired us." He tries to stand quickly and the chair shatters. He swings his hands hard and connects with the man who flies into the wall and is knocked out instantly. Death goes over and grabs the key and lets his handcuffs fall to the floor. Then goes and grabs his weapons. After holstering the .45s he walks into the hallway and kicks in the next door.
"What the hell?" The guard runs forward and tries to punch Death in the face but instead of connecting Death just catches his fist and slams it back into its owner's nose. Lil Evil raises his head just in time to see his brother grab the keys and walk toward him.