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    Ultra Violent: Unleashed
    Ultra Violent: Unleashed
    Ultra Violent: Unleashed
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    Ultra Violent: Unleashed

    By Kenneth Guthrie

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    Ultra-Violent loves eyeball pulling. It’s his hobby, if a madman can have such a hobby. Unfortunately, there won’t be much time for that as a creature from the depths of hell emerges to steal the one treasure that UV knows he must keep. Enter a cast of kooky characters mixed with super violence and you have a recipe for disaster and a lot of fun.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLunatic Ink Publishing
    Release dateOct 16, 2011
    ISBN9781465703385
    Ultra Violent: Unleashed
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    Kenneth Guthrie

    Kenneth Guthrie is a writer of sci-fi, fantasy and crime novels.Profile image credit: Vincent Gerbouin at Pexels.com

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      Ultra Violent - Kenneth Guthrie

      ULTRA-VIOLENT: UNLEASHED

      Kenneth Guthrie

      Copyright 2011 Lunatic Ink Publishing

      Find more at Kenneth Guthrie’s Book List

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      A Statement From The Man

      Eyeball Puller

      And You Thought UV Was Bad

      Suspense Up!

      Stinky Invader

      Don’t Piss Off Necro

      Escape Is Impossible

      Give Me Back My Damned Life

      Kneel

      City Of Filth

      Shanty City

      Ultra-Detective

      Robbery

      Molested

      Awakening

      The King Of Filth

      Decision

      Chasing Lassie

      A Pirate’s World

      Influence

      Going Undercover

      Dog Food

      Necro's Task

      Return

      Loose Ends

      A STATEMENT FROM THE MAN

      I don’t hate you specifically – I hate everyone. I’m not sure why that is, but thinking about it just pisses me off, so bear with me, or just don’t listen, both are ok. You see I have a hobby – not one you’ll like, no one ever likes my hobbies – I like to pull eyeballs out. The mages think I’m broken inside, but that’s not true. I just like causing pain.

      That’s my introduction. Welcome to my fucked up life, fucker. You were warned.

      EYEBALL PULLER

      Ultra-V reached down to the man’s face with no indication of gentleness what-so-ever and brought his two clasp fingers into the perfect shape of a fleshy scoop and thrust his fingers deep under the side of the man’s eye socket.

      UV was a professional at this. This was his special skill, his ultimate ability – the one that set him aside from all those useless wannabes that just didn’t get the sexy romance of a well removed body part.

      The scoop hit optical nerve and he yanked up. It was a picture of greasy satisfaction served hot and ready, still wet and red with the man’s, who UV didn’t really even know, blood.

      A shower of blood flowed upwards from the man’s open access point and Ultra-V was sure to have a quick taste as it slowly flittered down to the broken dirty tavern floor.

      He held the eyeball up in homage as the man slid to the floor in a perfect image of shocking physical agony. It was gorgeous: blood stricken with red veins breaking off along the white surface, which was stretched near oval under the pressure of UV’s fingers.

      He held it out to the semi-conscious man and his rather wary fellow, who should really have been running considering how weak he probably was (UV would soon find out just how much so), and dropped it to the floor.

      His big leather boot, stained a dark red from the blood of others in just such a situation – UV wasn’t much for cleaning things, and STOMPED AS HARD AS HE COULD ON THE EYEBALL.

      The ‘fellow’ turned to run. UV laughed heartily. He would now show the customers of this dingy excuse for a bar the true face of the beast they had welcomed so eagerly into their ranks.

      He picked up the squashed goo of the eyeball and smashed it against the front of his face. (He figured the man didn’t care. No mage could heal this wound now and it did make a lovely decoration.)

      The man had made it to the door.

      Ultra-V took hold of the hilt of his sword and leaped across the space between them.

      Once across the waist. It passed through.

      Again upwards through the chest and out the neck. A nice cut.

      Reverse and repeat. It was complete.

      WITNESS!

      The men, woman and children ducked down low in fear at his mad proclamation.

      The runner stood stock still (there was always a delay). Ultra-V waited patiently. This was the beginning of his special show.

      Blood started to leak, gentle at first, from the big cuts in the man’s body. A leak became a gush and became a fountain. UV stepped in close to absorb some of this pretty shower. It coated his face – eyeball and all – and left what was about 10 years ago a white shirt, even redder.

      The body fell apart then and UV got the glance he was hoping for. He’s nice and healthy for a bar brawler. The liver had a good tinge to it. This guy had looked after himself.

      UV wondered if he had killed another innocent man again. He grinned broadly. He hoped so. What would be the purpose of being a freak if you couldn’t kill those who hadn’t done anything to deserve it?

      He went over to admire the body. Maybe he could have some more fun…

      ****

      He didn’t get much time to have his fun. An intestine in hand, he watched in deep concern as the tell tale shape of an armored shape past the window. He turned to the hiding crowd, some of which had already slipped out.

      I wasn’t here.

      He put his finger over his mouth. Shhhhhh….

      The door burst open as expected. A man in a black long coat rushed through and spread out a weave of glowing light in front of him.

      Ultra-V started running. These madmen were crazier than him – he knew, he had tried to apply and had been told he didn’t have the right ‘character’ to join the guard (character meant level of insanity in this case.) He needed to get out of here right away.

      The man weaved the light into tightly bound little rings. A morpher.

      UV kicked the bathroom door open and pulled the man hiding in the stall out to be carved up by the violent psycho in the bar’s main area.

      A tentacle touched UV’s shoulder and he cried out. He was too close to escape. He didn’t want to become food for that beast forming out there.

      The tentacle gripped him firmly and tried to drag him towards the bar area. He set his legs and turned to get a good angle on the doorframe so he could put his big blood covered hands on either side.

      UV noted the barman just then. He was holding a long cylinder like device and was sighting up Ultra-V as he struggled to survive the now choking grip of the tentacle wrapped firmly around his neck.

      UV cringed. Those damn dwarves and their inventions. Those short little midgets caused him more and more problems everyday as the world bowed to the wonderful power a gun could give the merely mortal.

      The man packing the big heat let loose a burst of flame. UV yanked back hard and dropped back through the doorway, using the tentacle to hold his frame up from the floor. It was an instinctive move and he really didn’t think that it would save him (the bartender looked fairly competent with that little contraption of his).

      The explosive round passed into the greenish length filling the spot where Ultra-V was just standing. It impacted then exploded in a mess of bluish fire that indicated a magically enhanced round.

      Green juice burst from the gored creature’s severed end and spewed all over the bathroom walls. It was a fascinating sight in UV’s eyes and he would have liked to examine the mess, and perhaps later torture the bartender to death, but preservation called and he was listening well.

      UV turned, jumped, still with the tentacle loosely hanging from his neck, and spun through the closed window to litter the alleyway outside with broken glass and his chop sueyed frame – prone on the ground.

      AND YOU THOUGHT UV WAS BAD

      It crept. The world of living things was strange beyond imagining and smelt rank of filth and degradation. It breathed deep. This was the smell

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