Post by Urjasz Volkova on Nov 4, 2008 12:47:19 GMT -5
Okie dokie, you know the rules, no stealing, it may be offensive, it's very graphic etc etc, so if your 12 or have the mentality of a 12 year old, don't read!
First story, the origin of the original Urjasz Volkova, with no link to Sins of Impunity at all.
Full Name: Urjasz Volkova
Other Known Aliases: Polski Wilk (Polish Wolf)
Born In: Gorzów Wielkopolski, Poland
Urjasz was born into a poor family and an only child. His parents never saw eye to eye, and he grew up surrounded by violence. From an early age of 8 he was part of a small gang known as the “Brudny Pięć” (Dirty Five). Together they’d cause mayhem just for kicks, from starting fights, to vandalising buildings. Together with Krystyn, Dominik, Piotr, and Kaja (the only female in the group), they caused problems where ever they went. Urjasz never did well at school, always thinking it was a waste of time. He’d always be planning the next big chaos event, a monthly spree of violence and destruction held monthly by the gang. When he was 11, his father left his mother for a younger woman, resulting in her turning to drink. With no real role models, Urjasz was left to grow up by himself, and with his friends.
When he was 12, he developed a crush on Kaja, but never acted on it. The same year, his friend Piotr decided to vandalise an abandoned warehouse, but discovered it was a drug den for the local users. To this day Urjasz can always remember the fateful sound of the guns firing. For a couple of months the gang disbanded, and Krystyn moved away with his family to America, searching for a better life. In a random act of violence in honour of Piotr, Urjasz lit a firebomb and burned down the warehouse where he had died. It was the first time he had killed someone, and he didn’t even flinch when he saw the body of the drug dealer who’d killed Piotr.
The remaining group still met up monthly, but were growing apart. At the age of 14, Dominik decided to focus on his education, and dreamed of becoming a rich businessman. The group finally disbanded, leaving Kaja to follow her family’s business of catering. Urjasz became fond of football, and started to go to the local matches. The same year his father returned to his mother, who accepted him back, but remaining on the drink. With tension high at home, Urjasz spent more time at the matches. He never rooted for anyone in particular, but enjoyed the sense of belong to the crowd. He also met and became friends with Ryszard, another football fan. Still in touch with Krystyn, he told him of the excitement of the matches and of all the events happening in his life. Krystyn told Urjasz of how life in America wasn’t as good as he thought it’d be, and that he was constantly attacked by the coloured and the Italians. Urjasz told him to hold his ground, and be proud of who he is. It was the last time he’d hear from Krystyn.
Just before turning 15, Urjasz was introduced to a gang known as the “Gwałtowny Zwolennicy” (Violent Followers) by Ryszard. He was told if he wanted to join he would have to prove his loyalty till he was 16, when he becomes a man. For a year he did as was asked, robbing those who’d done them wrong, and beating those who had tried to screw them over. During this time, he became closer to his father, who had seen the error of his ways. His mother became more erratic due to the drink, and started going out days on end, gambling and cheating. On Urjasz’s 16th, Rafal, the VF’s leader, asked one last favour of Urjasz before he could join. He told him of how Ryszard had been tipping police off about who was in the gang, and that he needed to be spoken too. Ryszard was found hanging from a bridge the next day.
Now a fully fledged member of the VF, he was eligible to earn money from his jobs. He began to save up, becoming increasingly concerned for Krystyn’s safety after his long silence. When he was 17, and having saved enough, he was ready to travel. With his passport and visa pending, Urjasz only had days to go till his departure. He planned a two week stay in America, especially in New York, where Krystyn had gone. Two days before he was due to go, his father was gunned down by debt collectors, after his mother had gambled their house away. His father had tried to stop them, so they dropped him. When he found out, he went straight to his mother, who denied being involved, but spiting his father’s name, calling him “no good” and saying he deserved it. As Urjasz boarded his flight for America, his mother was found by a dog walker in a sewer, with glass in her throat.
Following only the address on the letters received from Krystyn, Urjasz located his home. He was greeted by morbid news. Krystyn had been murdered by a coloured drug dealer, after Krystyn had become addicted to Heroin. Tyrone Kahn, a self proclaimed gangster of New York, ran several drug rings, and had his fingers in most dirty places. Urjasz was told that the police couldn’t touch him, as he was also leaking information to the feds about the Italians, who he was in business with. Asking only where he could find Tyrone, he said his goodbyes and went looking. After a week of beating up dealers across the city, it was becoming known to Tyrone that someone was looking for him. Waiting until the day he was due to fly home, Urjasz snuck into Tyrone’s apartment and waited. When Tyrone arrived, he wasn’t alone. Two feds were also with him, so Urjasz waited. With time running out till his flight, Urjasz’s patience was running out. But luck was on his side, as Tyrone disputed with the feds, who turned out to be corrupt. Pulling out a sawn off, Tyrone killed the two feds. As he went to flee, Urjasz came out his bedroom welding a machete. Breaking Tyrone’s arm, he pushed him against the wall and slammed the blade through his shoulder, pinning him. Stuck in the wall and unable to see what Urjasz was doing, Tyrone screamed for his life. Pouring alcohol over Tyrone, Urjasz lit the drink and watched Tyrone burn. As he went to leave, he noticed a fed was still alive. Putting a knife to the feds throat, he told him he either dies or does as he’s told. As Urjasz boarded the plane, he spotted a news report telling of how a local drug dealer had been murdered by a corrupt cop, who was gunned down in a shootout between him and his partner.
His time in America had little impact on Urjasz. In his heart he had always known Krystyn had died, he just didn’t want to admit it. When he spoke to Rafal, he was told to lay low as he was wanted for his mother’s murder. Calling a reunion with Kaja and Dominik, they honoured Krystyn’s memory and told them he had to go away for awhile. It was then they told him they had become a couple. Holding his views in, he congratulated them, and headed for the station. Catching a bus to Moscow, Urjasz tried legitimate work. Working first as a delivery boy for a year, he then went on to become a barman for a nightclub when he turned 18. He tended bars for 2 years, only to be offered the job of doorman when he stopped a fight between several drunk mobsters. In this time he kept in contact with Dominik and Kaja, who had become married and had a boy called Henryk. When he was 23, the bar owner offered him the chance to run a drug ring within the club. Disgusted to learn what he’d been protecting, he told the owner drugs had claimed the life of two of his best friends, and he didn’t want anything to do with it. As he prepared to leave Moscow, he was shot in the back by a drug addict with a shotgun. Fortunately the novice shooter had shot from a distance, but the shell caused a permanent scar. After torturing the addict for information and hanging him by his own intestines, he headed back to the club. Upon finding the owner, without hesitation he put a bullet in his skull.
Back in Gorzów, he found his old roots. Rafal had been killed by a power hungry follower, who had himself been arrested and jailed for the murder. VF had disbanded and people spoke of it like the plague. Whilst he had been away, he hadn’t been told about Dominik’s growing debt to a local loan shark, a Czech called Evzen Ruzicka. Evzen was threatening to kill Dominik and his family if he did not pay up, and Kaja was talking of leaving him. Urjasz told Dominik of how his mother had done the same, and innocent people had to pay for it. Unable to cope with the pressure, Dominik stood on a stool, put rope around his neck, slit his wrists and kicked the stool from underneath him. At the funeral, Evzen told Urjasz they still had to pay up, or he’d kill them all. Urjasz replied by stabbing him in the throat. He was arrested for the murder, and incarcerated.
He was sentenced to 10 years for manslaughter, having claimed he only meant to threaten him. He kept in contact with Kaja during this time, who raised Henryk as a single parent, with a string of boyfriends. 8 years after being incarcerated, Urjasz was told Kaja and Henryk had been killed by one of her boyfriends during a violent row. Inmates who had become fond of Urjasz used all their contacts to catch him. Kondrat Tomiczek was found guilty of their murder, and was given two life sentences. Sent to the same prison, Kondrat was beaten daily by the convicts, often given a blind eye by the guards, who too had become fond of Urjasz. Urjasz never touched him though, and would sit staring at him coldly. On his last day before release, Urjasz took his lunch tray and belted it across Kondrat’s head. The guards took the other convicts out the hall, and left Urjasz with Kondrat. Urjasz’s screams of hate could be heard across the prison, as could the sound of his foot connecting with Kondrat’s head. An hour later he had to be restrained, still kicking the lifeless body.
With the guards reporting Kondrat as escaped, Urjasz was permitted freedom. With nothing to keep him in Gorzów, he decided he’d leave. Paying his respects to Kaja and Henryk, he stayed for a week, before heading to New York. Turning 34 as he left, Urjasz had nothing to live for. He hoped he could find something worth living for in America. Arriving in New York, he set about making a name for himself, beating up low lifes who owed people money.
Now, with a steady job debt collecting for a firm, he looks to the future, hoping his life finds something worth living for. The last of the Dirty Five. The survivor of Violent Followers. Alone.
Second story, Involving Urjasz:
A Days Work:
The cigar smoke flowed smoothly across the room, and mixed with the silence in the air. Knocking the ash of the end of his cigar, Urjasz walked over to the front door, and took out a knife from the top of the frame. He held it upright, facing the door, taking a long puff from his cigar. The door opened, and Brad walked into the clearing. Seeing the smoke, he looked around and saw no fire, nobody. Opening a window, he turned back to look inside. Noticing the ash on the table and floor, he hastily makes his way to his drink cabinet, and pulls out a Walther PPK/S, a small handgun. Shaking, he wipes sweat from his brow, and makes his way to his bedroom. Jumping through the door, he waves the gun in all directions, but sees no one. Checking the closet and under the bed, his heart races waiting for the blow. After checking all the rooms intensely, and finding nothing, he returns to his living room. As he does, the phone rings. Shaken, he answers it, listens to the voice and tells them to fuck off. Jumping over the back of the couch, he lounges on the coach. Throwing away the gun onto the floor, he fails to notice the shadow descend from the ceiling behind him. As he flicks on the tv, he feels the blade pass through his spine. With a quick twist, he goes limp. Pulling the blade back through the couch, Urjasz takes a cloth and wipes the blood. As he walks round the front of the couch, Brad’s eyes follow him, full of pain and paralysed. Crouching infront of him, Urjasz speaks firmly. “My employer gave you every chance to pay. He even let you have a few more days to get the money. But instead, you take, how do you say, you take the piss. But now he pisses on you.” Rising, Urjasz takes a cigar from his pocket, and cut the end of with a cigar cutter. He takes the cigar, lights a match and lights his cigar. Taking a long breath, he moves closer to Brad and blows the smoke in Brad’s face slowly. Pausing for a second, he takes his cigar out him mouth and moves it close to Brad’s eye. Unable to speak, unclear mumbles come from Brad. Just before he reaches the eye, Urjasz takes the cigar away and smokes it. Breathing out, he states “If I did that, you would not see what I do next”. He kneels infront, takes his hand and places a finger in the cigar cutter. As he cuts each finger off, he stares into Brad’s eyes, before burning each finger with the cigar. After he finishes both hands, he gets up and leaves the room. A minute goes past, and Brad begins to get faint. Urjasz returns to the room, and takes him by his hands. Dragging him by his stumps, he pulls him into the bathroom. Dumping him by the bath, he takes a petrol can and pours petrol into the bath. Sitting Brad upright, he leans closer and whispers “Any last words”, moves back and pulls him up by his head. Thrown head first into the bath, Brad falls face down into the bath. As he floats there limp, Urjasz takes a last puff of his cigar and drops the cigar into the bath. As he walks out the house, he can sense the taste of burning flesh.
Third and finally story with Urjasz:
The Two Trades
For once in this miserable city, the sky was clear and the sun up high. The everyday rush continued despite the heat. Urjasz sat in “Genie’s Café”, eating a full English. A tall, dark haired man in a grey suit walks into the café and sits next to him. “Josh, I always tell you, you dress like a homosexual” Urjasz remarked as he looked up. “Yeah yeah, fuck you too Urjasz” Josh replied, adjusting his tie. “Listen, Frankie wants you to visit this up-his-own-arse type business man who owes him. Apparently he got him planning permission but never got repaid. When he confronted him, this cockroach called the pigs on him”. Finishing his meal, Urjasz responded “Stop talking like that”. Puzzled, Josh leaned forward and said “What do you mean, stop talking like that. I’m telling you how it fucking is”. “There it is again, taking a simple message and turning it into a fucking sob story” Urjasz remarked, pointing at Josh. “Just tell me who and how much you offer” he added, sitting back. Agitated, Josh leaned forward and stated “It’s not that easy this time. You’ll need to work with someone”. Intrigued, Urjasz followed with “Why would I need anyone else, I always work alone and I always get them.” Grinning, Josh adds “Well you’ll need our man Danny. The target is Johnny Sykes, a wealthy club owner, who looks clean to cops, but he deals a bit of dodgy stuff in his spare time. Our boy Danny is one of his clients.” Handing his plate to the waitress, Urjasz replied “Firstly, how can you trust him. Secondly, why would he help kill off his source to the high heaven?” Taking a card from his pocket and holding it, answered “We can trust him because he needs drugs, and we pay better than Johnny so he can get more. And he doesn’t need Johnny no more, we hooked him up with some better shit. Full cycle my friend.” “Ok, he can tag, but if he screws me, I kill him too. Anyhow, what’s that?” Urjasz remarked, pointing to the card. “This my friend is a little helping hand sent from Frankie. His name is Donald McNally, an Irish small timer who just went big scale. Big scale in big fucking weapons. We figured you could do with a contact like this.” Taking the card, Urjasz stood up, putting his coat on. “Ok, tell this Danny I’ll call him tonight. I’ll go see this Irish fella now.” As he past the bar, he tells the waitress “Put the bill on the suit”.
Putting the card in his pocket, Urjasz walked across the road towards the garage. Knocking on the door, he waited for a few moments. Wandering around the door, he tried looking in the window, only to here a clear Irish accent “Can I help ya there?”. Turning towards the voice, he saw a 14 year old boy. “I’m looking for Donald McNally, and I hope you’re not him.” “He’s me father, I’m Joseph McNally. You won’t find him here” he replied, wiping oil off his fingers. After a moments pause, Urjasz asked “Well where can I find him then.” Joseph turned and pointed down the road. “You’re fucking kidding me, in there?” Urjasz stated, pointing too. Smiling, Joseph nodded and walked back into the house next to the garage. As Urjasz walked down the road, he grumbled to himself. “Fucking Irish, never reliable”. He took a breath as he reached his destination.
Before him stood the “Green Clover”, a notorious Irish pub in which most people steer clear of. Walking in, he stood out in his big heavy coat, and the loud drunken noise turned into loud drunken whispers. Looking around, he yelled “I’m looking for Donald McNally.” “And whose looking for him” replied a drunken voice from the back. Walking towards the voice “I fucking am.” “Well the garage is shut till tomorrow so I can’t help you till then” it responded. “I don’t want the garage” Urjasz remarked as he pushes past the last drunk, and coming across a greasy bearded fella. Before him sat Donald, nicknamed “Mad Don” by the other Irish. Don had come to America in his early teens with his family, and established ways of making money quickly when he reached adolescence. Often selling goods, he began to find that the weapons he came across took more money than most items he sold. Focusing on weapons, he tried to get his fingers in other people’s pockets. But he was caught by the police carrying a sawn off, and during his arrest punched one of the officers. Sentenced to seven years in jail, Don thought his life was over and very little was heard from him during the seven years. When he finished his sentence, he headed straight to the Green Clover and got so drunk they had to pump his stomach. It turned out he was celebrating, as he had met so many people who needed and supply weapons. He was busy for 3 months straight after leaving jail. He often stated that “Gettin’ caught was the best damn thing that ever happened to me”.
Urjasz sat opposite Don on a table and leaned closer. “I have been told that you can get weapons. But I now wonder if this is a joke played on me” he said, looking around the pub. Putting his drink down, only to pick it back up, Don took a sip and replied “I get you weapons, that I can do well. This is the safest place to do it mind.” “It’s a fucking pub, full of drunken Irish” Urjasz remarked. “Precisely” Don exclaimed, grinning wildly. “How many pubs do you see in this feckin’ country? None or very little, as they only seem to do bars. Which are shite and full of drunken depressed people.” To this, Urjasz took another look around the bar. “They all look fucking drunk to me, hardly safe” he pointed out. Laughing, Don slammed his drink on the table, got up and ran over the nearest drunk. “Drunk aye, but depressed? Feckin’ hell I’ve not seen a jollier bunch!” he shouted as he began to dance with the drunk. Concerned that he had wondered near a mental hospital, Urjasz got up and began to walk towards the door. “Ok, you’re mad, you don’t do business well. If at all. Safe my fucking arse” he shouted as he paced. Running over to Urjasz, still laughing, Don grabbed Urjasz by the shoulder and added “Business may not be for me, but this place is definitely safe. Anyone tries and make this pub unhappy, by say, trying to kill me, and the lads will deal with them. Ain’t that right lads?!” The pub was filled with drunken agreement and the sound of one drunk falling off his chair. Turning back towards Don, Urjasz softened, answering “Ok. I believe you. Now where do you have guns?” Don smiled and then proceeded to whistle. All the Irish put down there drinks and pull out various weapons and place them on the tables and bar. Once they finish, they resume drinking. Smiling, Urjasz asks “Simple, very good idea, but how do you trust them? How do you know they not kill you?” Putting his arm around Urjasz, Don responds “We have a deal, me and the lads. As long as they look after my guns and don’t use them, take them or flog ‘em, I buy the drinks for them. The money I make from these things, buying their beer is nothing. Hell it’s cheaper than buying one of you feckin’ muscle men. Now, what can I do ya for?” Looking around the tables, Urjasz pauses and asks “Have you got any good shotguns? Full stock preferably.” Walking over to one of the drunks, Don picks up a shotgun from the table. “Feck lad I could get you a submarine if you wanted one. Actually, I have got one, do you want one?” Chuckling, Urjasz politely replies “I’m ok, I don’t intend to nuke any countries. Well maybe this one. But later. What gun is that?” Brandishing the shotgun, Don goes into salesman mode. “This my son, is a full stock Mossberg 590 pump-action riot shotgun, with 20-inch barrel. The Model 590 and the eight shot Model 500s are only sold as special purpose models. Special purpose models have short barrels, either 18.5 inches for the six shot models, or 20 inches for the eight and nine shot models.” “Ok, I like it, how much?” Urjasz said taking hold of the gun. “With ammo included, I’ll say $299 should cover it” Don responded as he took out a bag and filled it with several small boxes of shells. “Good price, hopefully good gun. If it works well, I will use you again in the future and I always need a new weapon. Here’s your 300, put the extra dollar towards the lads drink” Urjasz chuckled, as he handed over the cash. Saying his goodbyes, he picked up the bag, put the gun inside and headed out the door.
Night had come and Urjasz is sat in a black Ford Falcon Cobra (351 V8) outside a small apartment. As he sat there, a scruffy man comes out the apartment, doing up his coat and pulling his shoes up on his feet. Danny Miles is unemployed, internet obsessed man, or a “waste of space” as others call him. He also has a huge ever growing addiction to drugs. You name it he’d try it. Despite being unemployed, he has a free lance income through selling junk and scraps, usually things he’s stolen that day. Often caught by the police, his record is nearly as unclean as he is. Despite being arrested for being found with various Class A drugs on him, caught red handed robbing a house and caught hiding in a club’s women’s toilets, he has never served more than a few weeks in jail. This is because whilst robbing a house, he found a tape with the current mayor shagging one of his male campaign staff. After being caught in the mayor’s house, he blackmailed the mayor. Now with a get out of jail free card, he began to take liberties. Thinking no one can touch him, he ended up in debt with various debts. After he was beaten by one dealer, he was discovered by Johnny Sykes. Johnny got Danny to flog his drugs on the streets and pay of his debt to Johnny, who paid of all the dealers. When some of the drugs started going missing, Johnny blamed Danny and barred his access to any drugs in the city. Little did Danny know at the time, Johnny had been taking the drugs and was setting him up. Whilst Johnny had been looking after Danny, he had also been on trial for attempted murder, shortly followed by murder when the victim died in hospital. Johnny used Danny’s get out of jail trick, and voila, was off the hook. Instead some tramp was tried and jailed. When Danny found out it was Johnny all along and what he’d been up to, Danny wanted revenge. Fortunately for him, so did Frankie Biggs, Urjasz’s boss and wealthy bookie. Frankie got in contact with Danny and organised the hit. It would be simple. Danny would distract the security, as he was a known threat, whilst Urjasz gets into building.
Danny jumped into the car and tapped the dashboard like a drum. “You must be that Polish killer man I have to help. Name’s Danny.” “I know who you are, and I know what you are, so if you so much as put your thieving hands near my pockets, I’ll cut them off” Urjasz growled. Nervously laughing, Danny replied “Ah I’d never steal from you. No you’re my friend. Not like that cunt Johnny. I’m going to enjoy watching him die. I want him to die so pain-…” He was cut off by Urjasz holding a blade to his neck. “You talk too much shit. And I’m not your friend, I’m just working.” He returned back to the wheel, putting the knife in his pocket. Setting off, they travelled in silence. A few blocks down the road, Danny begins to tap his leg rapidly. “What are you doing” Urjasz enquired. “I can’t help it, it’s been so fucking long since I’ve had some. Cold turkey man, it’ll fucking kill you. Or Johnny” he laughed. “Listen, Ur…whatever your name is, once he dies I can get back on my feet. Start finding stuff, selling it and getting high. Easiest job in the world mine”. Focussing on the road, Urjasz asks “Does it not bore you? Don’t you ever run out of money? And I don’t think getting high counts as getting back up on your feet.” Annoyed, Danny tapped the dashboard again and replied “Anything is worth something. And something gets you drugs. Hopefully, lots of drugs. And I could never get bored of drugs. After taking some… hell I don’t remember what I took, but after taking it, I played World of Warcraft. And now I know what it’s all about, it made so much sense, even why they call it “WOW”. Frustrated slightly, Urjasz simply answered “I don’t care what you do when you’re on wacky backy, if you mess tonight up, you die not me”. Silent, Danny turned towards his window. As they neared the office building, Urjasz pulled up a road of two away. Looking at his watch, he sits back, winds down the window and lights a cigar. Coughing, Danny moans “Why are you smoking that?! What about Johnny?!” Letting out a breath, Urjasz says “It’s 9.50, he arrives at 10. Therefore there is no reason for us to be there until then.” Convinced, Danny turns back to the window and starts tapping the dashboard again. Minutes pass, he begins to tap harder and faster. Then he passes out.
Two guards are sat inside the entrance to the office building. As they chat, Danny walks into the entrance, his nose still bleeding after being punched and his arms behind his back. They both get up and walk towards him slowly, hands near their pistols. He stops just before them, spits blood on the floor and stares at them. “Leave the building sir, it’s private access only” one of the guards informs him. Saying nothing, Danny stands still, spitting the occasional drop of blood. The other guard radios for backup, and moves closer to Danny. As a voice answers the radio, Danny pulls out two pistols and fires at the two guards until both guns are empty. He turns and flees at the door, with various guards running from the staircase after him. Meanwhile, seeing the flashes, Urjasz gets out his car, opens his boot and takes out his bag. As he passes the passenger side, he looks at the big crack in the window and grumbles. Walking into the entrance, he passes the two guards and walks up the stairs. Reaching the office, he takes the shotgun out the bag and begins loading. He searches the rooms but finds no one. Noticing a recently used cup of coffee, he heads for the toilets. When he walks in, he sees one of the cubicles is in use. Moving closer, he informs “Mr Sykes is that you in there?” A voice replies “Whose asking?” “Um.. Brian Marty sir, one of the new security staff, I’ve been sent to evacuate you. There’s a gunman on the loose”. The voice replies “Ok gives me one second.” As paper is heard shuffling, Urjasz stands infront of the door and aims the gun. As the door clicks open, he lets off two rounds, and Sykes flies back in two pieces. Wiping blood from his face, Urjasz heads for the door, taking out his mobile. He texts “Job done” and walks out. As he leaves the building, he pauses, takes out his phone and texts:
“Good gun, will use again”.
Well hope you enjoyed, have good day XD
First story, the origin of the original Urjasz Volkova, with no link to Sins of Impunity at all.
Full Name: Urjasz Volkova
Other Known Aliases: Polski Wilk (Polish Wolf)
Born In: Gorzów Wielkopolski, Poland
Urjasz was born into a poor family and an only child. His parents never saw eye to eye, and he grew up surrounded by violence. From an early age of 8 he was part of a small gang known as the “Brudny Pięć” (Dirty Five). Together they’d cause mayhem just for kicks, from starting fights, to vandalising buildings. Together with Krystyn, Dominik, Piotr, and Kaja (the only female in the group), they caused problems where ever they went. Urjasz never did well at school, always thinking it was a waste of time. He’d always be planning the next big chaos event, a monthly spree of violence and destruction held monthly by the gang. When he was 11, his father left his mother for a younger woman, resulting in her turning to drink. With no real role models, Urjasz was left to grow up by himself, and with his friends.
When he was 12, he developed a crush on Kaja, but never acted on it. The same year, his friend Piotr decided to vandalise an abandoned warehouse, but discovered it was a drug den for the local users. To this day Urjasz can always remember the fateful sound of the guns firing. For a couple of months the gang disbanded, and Krystyn moved away with his family to America, searching for a better life. In a random act of violence in honour of Piotr, Urjasz lit a firebomb and burned down the warehouse where he had died. It was the first time he had killed someone, and he didn’t even flinch when he saw the body of the drug dealer who’d killed Piotr.
The remaining group still met up monthly, but were growing apart. At the age of 14, Dominik decided to focus on his education, and dreamed of becoming a rich businessman. The group finally disbanded, leaving Kaja to follow her family’s business of catering. Urjasz became fond of football, and started to go to the local matches. The same year his father returned to his mother, who accepted him back, but remaining on the drink. With tension high at home, Urjasz spent more time at the matches. He never rooted for anyone in particular, but enjoyed the sense of belong to the crowd. He also met and became friends with Ryszard, another football fan. Still in touch with Krystyn, he told him of the excitement of the matches and of all the events happening in his life. Krystyn told Urjasz of how life in America wasn’t as good as he thought it’d be, and that he was constantly attacked by the coloured and the Italians. Urjasz told him to hold his ground, and be proud of who he is. It was the last time he’d hear from Krystyn.
Just before turning 15, Urjasz was introduced to a gang known as the “Gwałtowny Zwolennicy” (Violent Followers) by Ryszard. He was told if he wanted to join he would have to prove his loyalty till he was 16, when he becomes a man. For a year he did as was asked, robbing those who’d done them wrong, and beating those who had tried to screw them over. During this time, he became closer to his father, who had seen the error of his ways. His mother became more erratic due to the drink, and started going out days on end, gambling and cheating. On Urjasz’s 16th, Rafal, the VF’s leader, asked one last favour of Urjasz before he could join. He told him of how Ryszard had been tipping police off about who was in the gang, and that he needed to be spoken too. Ryszard was found hanging from a bridge the next day.
Now a fully fledged member of the VF, he was eligible to earn money from his jobs. He began to save up, becoming increasingly concerned for Krystyn’s safety after his long silence. When he was 17, and having saved enough, he was ready to travel. With his passport and visa pending, Urjasz only had days to go till his departure. He planned a two week stay in America, especially in New York, where Krystyn had gone. Two days before he was due to go, his father was gunned down by debt collectors, after his mother had gambled their house away. His father had tried to stop them, so they dropped him. When he found out, he went straight to his mother, who denied being involved, but spiting his father’s name, calling him “no good” and saying he deserved it. As Urjasz boarded his flight for America, his mother was found by a dog walker in a sewer, with glass in her throat.
Following only the address on the letters received from Krystyn, Urjasz located his home. He was greeted by morbid news. Krystyn had been murdered by a coloured drug dealer, after Krystyn had become addicted to Heroin. Tyrone Kahn, a self proclaimed gangster of New York, ran several drug rings, and had his fingers in most dirty places. Urjasz was told that the police couldn’t touch him, as he was also leaking information to the feds about the Italians, who he was in business with. Asking only where he could find Tyrone, he said his goodbyes and went looking. After a week of beating up dealers across the city, it was becoming known to Tyrone that someone was looking for him. Waiting until the day he was due to fly home, Urjasz snuck into Tyrone’s apartment and waited. When Tyrone arrived, he wasn’t alone. Two feds were also with him, so Urjasz waited. With time running out till his flight, Urjasz’s patience was running out. But luck was on his side, as Tyrone disputed with the feds, who turned out to be corrupt. Pulling out a sawn off, Tyrone killed the two feds. As he went to flee, Urjasz came out his bedroom welding a machete. Breaking Tyrone’s arm, he pushed him against the wall and slammed the blade through his shoulder, pinning him. Stuck in the wall and unable to see what Urjasz was doing, Tyrone screamed for his life. Pouring alcohol over Tyrone, Urjasz lit the drink and watched Tyrone burn. As he went to leave, he noticed a fed was still alive. Putting a knife to the feds throat, he told him he either dies or does as he’s told. As Urjasz boarded the plane, he spotted a news report telling of how a local drug dealer had been murdered by a corrupt cop, who was gunned down in a shootout between him and his partner.
His time in America had little impact on Urjasz. In his heart he had always known Krystyn had died, he just didn’t want to admit it. When he spoke to Rafal, he was told to lay low as he was wanted for his mother’s murder. Calling a reunion with Kaja and Dominik, they honoured Krystyn’s memory and told them he had to go away for awhile. It was then they told him they had become a couple. Holding his views in, he congratulated them, and headed for the station. Catching a bus to Moscow, Urjasz tried legitimate work. Working first as a delivery boy for a year, he then went on to become a barman for a nightclub when he turned 18. He tended bars for 2 years, only to be offered the job of doorman when he stopped a fight between several drunk mobsters. In this time he kept in contact with Dominik and Kaja, who had become married and had a boy called Henryk. When he was 23, the bar owner offered him the chance to run a drug ring within the club. Disgusted to learn what he’d been protecting, he told the owner drugs had claimed the life of two of his best friends, and he didn’t want anything to do with it. As he prepared to leave Moscow, he was shot in the back by a drug addict with a shotgun. Fortunately the novice shooter had shot from a distance, but the shell caused a permanent scar. After torturing the addict for information and hanging him by his own intestines, he headed back to the club. Upon finding the owner, without hesitation he put a bullet in his skull.
Back in Gorzów, he found his old roots. Rafal had been killed by a power hungry follower, who had himself been arrested and jailed for the murder. VF had disbanded and people spoke of it like the plague. Whilst he had been away, he hadn’t been told about Dominik’s growing debt to a local loan shark, a Czech called Evzen Ruzicka. Evzen was threatening to kill Dominik and his family if he did not pay up, and Kaja was talking of leaving him. Urjasz told Dominik of how his mother had done the same, and innocent people had to pay for it. Unable to cope with the pressure, Dominik stood on a stool, put rope around his neck, slit his wrists and kicked the stool from underneath him. At the funeral, Evzen told Urjasz they still had to pay up, or he’d kill them all. Urjasz replied by stabbing him in the throat. He was arrested for the murder, and incarcerated.
He was sentenced to 10 years for manslaughter, having claimed he only meant to threaten him. He kept in contact with Kaja during this time, who raised Henryk as a single parent, with a string of boyfriends. 8 years after being incarcerated, Urjasz was told Kaja and Henryk had been killed by one of her boyfriends during a violent row. Inmates who had become fond of Urjasz used all their contacts to catch him. Kondrat Tomiczek was found guilty of their murder, and was given two life sentences. Sent to the same prison, Kondrat was beaten daily by the convicts, often given a blind eye by the guards, who too had become fond of Urjasz. Urjasz never touched him though, and would sit staring at him coldly. On his last day before release, Urjasz took his lunch tray and belted it across Kondrat’s head. The guards took the other convicts out the hall, and left Urjasz with Kondrat. Urjasz’s screams of hate could be heard across the prison, as could the sound of his foot connecting with Kondrat’s head. An hour later he had to be restrained, still kicking the lifeless body.
With the guards reporting Kondrat as escaped, Urjasz was permitted freedom. With nothing to keep him in Gorzów, he decided he’d leave. Paying his respects to Kaja and Henryk, he stayed for a week, before heading to New York. Turning 34 as he left, Urjasz had nothing to live for. He hoped he could find something worth living for in America. Arriving in New York, he set about making a name for himself, beating up low lifes who owed people money.
Now, with a steady job debt collecting for a firm, he looks to the future, hoping his life finds something worth living for. The last of the Dirty Five. The survivor of Violent Followers. Alone.
Second story, Involving Urjasz:
A Days Work:
The cigar smoke flowed smoothly across the room, and mixed with the silence in the air. Knocking the ash of the end of his cigar, Urjasz walked over to the front door, and took out a knife from the top of the frame. He held it upright, facing the door, taking a long puff from his cigar. The door opened, and Brad walked into the clearing. Seeing the smoke, he looked around and saw no fire, nobody. Opening a window, he turned back to look inside. Noticing the ash on the table and floor, he hastily makes his way to his drink cabinet, and pulls out a Walther PPK/S, a small handgun. Shaking, he wipes sweat from his brow, and makes his way to his bedroom. Jumping through the door, he waves the gun in all directions, but sees no one. Checking the closet and under the bed, his heart races waiting for the blow. After checking all the rooms intensely, and finding nothing, he returns to his living room. As he does, the phone rings. Shaken, he answers it, listens to the voice and tells them to fuck off. Jumping over the back of the couch, he lounges on the coach. Throwing away the gun onto the floor, he fails to notice the shadow descend from the ceiling behind him. As he flicks on the tv, he feels the blade pass through his spine. With a quick twist, he goes limp. Pulling the blade back through the couch, Urjasz takes a cloth and wipes the blood. As he walks round the front of the couch, Brad’s eyes follow him, full of pain and paralysed. Crouching infront of him, Urjasz speaks firmly. “My employer gave you every chance to pay. He even let you have a few more days to get the money. But instead, you take, how do you say, you take the piss. But now he pisses on you.” Rising, Urjasz takes a cigar from his pocket, and cut the end of with a cigar cutter. He takes the cigar, lights a match and lights his cigar. Taking a long breath, he moves closer to Brad and blows the smoke in Brad’s face slowly. Pausing for a second, he takes his cigar out him mouth and moves it close to Brad’s eye. Unable to speak, unclear mumbles come from Brad. Just before he reaches the eye, Urjasz takes the cigar away and smokes it. Breathing out, he states “If I did that, you would not see what I do next”. He kneels infront, takes his hand and places a finger in the cigar cutter. As he cuts each finger off, he stares into Brad’s eyes, before burning each finger with the cigar. After he finishes both hands, he gets up and leaves the room. A minute goes past, and Brad begins to get faint. Urjasz returns to the room, and takes him by his hands. Dragging him by his stumps, he pulls him into the bathroom. Dumping him by the bath, he takes a petrol can and pours petrol into the bath. Sitting Brad upright, he leans closer and whispers “Any last words”, moves back and pulls him up by his head. Thrown head first into the bath, Brad falls face down into the bath. As he floats there limp, Urjasz takes a last puff of his cigar and drops the cigar into the bath. As he walks out the house, he can sense the taste of burning flesh.
Third and finally story with Urjasz:
The Two Trades
For once in this miserable city, the sky was clear and the sun up high. The everyday rush continued despite the heat. Urjasz sat in “Genie’s Café”, eating a full English. A tall, dark haired man in a grey suit walks into the café and sits next to him. “Josh, I always tell you, you dress like a homosexual” Urjasz remarked as he looked up. “Yeah yeah, fuck you too Urjasz” Josh replied, adjusting his tie. “Listen, Frankie wants you to visit this up-his-own-arse type business man who owes him. Apparently he got him planning permission but never got repaid. When he confronted him, this cockroach called the pigs on him”. Finishing his meal, Urjasz responded “Stop talking like that”. Puzzled, Josh leaned forward and said “What do you mean, stop talking like that. I’m telling you how it fucking is”. “There it is again, taking a simple message and turning it into a fucking sob story” Urjasz remarked, pointing at Josh. “Just tell me who and how much you offer” he added, sitting back. Agitated, Josh leaned forward and stated “It’s not that easy this time. You’ll need to work with someone”. Intrigued, Urjasz followed with “Why would I need anyone else, I always work alone and I always get them.” Grinning, Josh adds “Well you’ll need our man Danny. The target is Johnny Sykes, a wealthy club owner, who looks clean to cops, but he deals a bit of dodgy stuff in his spare time. Our boy Danny is one of his clients.” Handing his plate to the waitress, Urjasz replied “Firstly, how can you trust him. Secondly, why would he help kill off his source to the high heaven?” Taking a card from his pocket and holding it, answered “We can trust him because he needs drugs, and we pay better than Johnny so he can get more. And he doesn’t need Johnny no more, we hooked him up with some better shit. Full cycle my friend.” “Ok, he can tag, but if he screws me, I kill him too. Anyhow, what’s that?” Urjasz remarked, pointing to the card. “This my friend is a little helping hand sent from Frankie. His name is Donald McNally, an Irish small timer who just went big scale. Big scale in big fucking weapons. We figured you could do with a contact like this.” Taking the card, Urjasz stood up, putting his coat on. “Ok, tell this Danny I’ll call him tonight. I’ll go see this Irish fella now.” As he past the bar, he tells the waitress “Put the bill on the suit”.
Putting the card in his pocket, Urjasz walked across the road towards the garage. Knocking on the door, he waited for a few moments. Wandering around the door, he tried looking in the window, only to here a clear Irish accent “Can I help ya there?”. Turning towards the voice, he saw a 14 year old boy. “I’m looking for Donald McNally, and I hope you’re not him.” “He’s me father, I’m Joseph McNally. You won’t find him here” he replied, wiping oil off his fingers. After a moments pause, Urjasz asked “Well where can I find him then.” Joseph turned and pointed down the road. “You’re fucking kidding me, in there?” Urjasz stated, pointing too. Smiling, Joseph nodded and walked back into the house next to the garage. As Urjasz walked down the road, he grumbled to himself. “Fucking Irish, never reliable”. He took a breath as he reached his destination.
Before him stood the “Green Clover”, a notorious Irish pub in which most people steer clear of. Walking in, he stood out in his big heavy coat, and the loud drunken noise turned into loud drunken whispers. Looking around, he yelled “I’m looking for Donald McNally.” “And whose looking for him” replied a drunken voice from the back. Walking towards the voice “I fucking am.” “Well the garage is shut till tomorrow so I can’t help you till then” it responded. “I don’t want the garage” Urjasz remarked as he pushes past the last drunk, and coming across a greasy bearded fella. Before him sat Donald, nicknamed “Mad Don” by the other Irish. Don had come to America in his early teens with his family, and established ways of making money quickly when he reached adolescence. Often selling goods, he began to find that the weapons he came across took more money than most items he sold. Focusing on weapons, he tried to get his fingers in other people’s pockets. But he was caught by the police carrying a sawn off, and during his arrest punched one of the officers. Sentenced to seven years in jail, Don thought his life was over and very little was heard from him during the seven years. When he finished his sentence, he headed straight to the Green Clover and got so drunk they had to pump his stomach. It turned out he was celebrating, as he had met so many people who needed and supply weapons. He was busy for 3 months straight after leaving jail. He often stated that “Gettin’ caught was the best damn thing that ever happened to me”.
Urjasz sat opposite Don on a table and leaned closer. “I have been told that you can get weapons. But I now wonder if this is a joke played on me” he said, looking around the pub. Putting his drink down, only to pick it back up, Don took a sip and replied “I get you weapons, that I can do well. This is the safest place to do it mind.” “It’s a fucking pub, full of drunken Irish” Urjasz remarked. “Precisely” Don exclaimed, grinning wildly. “How many pubs do you see in this feckin’ country? None or very little, as they only seem to do bars. Which are shite and full of drunken depressed people.” To this, Urjasz took another look around the bar. “They all look fucking drunk to me, hardly safe” he pointed out. Laughing, Don slammed his drink on the table, got up and ran over the nearest drunk. “Drunk aye, but depressed? Feckin’ hell I’ve not seen a jollier bunch!” he shouted as he began to dance with the drunk. Concerned that he had wondered near a mental hospital, Urjasz got up and began to walk towards the door. “Ok, you’re mad, you don’t do business well. If at all. Safe my fucking arse” he shouted as he paced. Running over to Urjasz, still laughing, Don grabbed Urjasz by the shoulder and added “Business may not be for me, but this place is definitely safe. Anyone tries and make this pub unhappy, by say, trying to kill me, and the lads will deal with them. Ain’t that right lads?!” The pub was filled with drunken agreement and the sound of one drunk falling off his chair. Turning back towards Don, Urjasz softened, answering “Ok. I believe you. Now where do you have guns?” Don smiled and then proceeded to whistle. All the Irish put down there drinks and pull out various weapons and place them on the tables and bar. Once they finish, they resume drinking. Smiling, Urjasz asks “Simple, very good idea, but how do you trust them? How do you know they not kill you?” Putting his arm around Urjasz, Don responds “We have a deal, me and the lads. As long as they look after my guns and don’t use them, take them or flog ‘em, I buy the drinks for them. The money I make from these things, buying their beer is nothing. Hell it’s cheaper than buying one of you feckin’ muscle men. Now, what can I do ya for?” Looking around the tables, Urjasz pauses and asks “Have you got any good shotguns? Full stock preferably.” Walking over to one of the drunks, Don picks up a shotgun from the table. “Feck lad I could get you a submarine if you wanted one. Actually, I have got one, do you want one?” Chuckling, Urjasz politely replies “I’m ok, I don’t intend to nuke any countries. Well maybe this one. But later. What gun is that?” Brandishing the shotgun, Don goes into salesman mode. “This my son, is a full stock Mossberg 590 pump-action riot shotgun, with 20-inch barrel. The Model 590 and the eight shot Model 500s are only sold as special purpose models. Special purpose models have short barrels, either 18.5 inches for the six shot models, or 20 inches for the eight and nine shot models.” “Ok, I like it, how much?” Urjasz said taking hold of the gun. “With ammo included, I’ll say $299 should cover it” Don responded as he took out a bag and filled it with several small boxes of shells. “Good price, hopefully good gun. If it works well, I will use you again in the future and I always need a new weapon. Here’s your 300, put the extra dollar towards the lads drink” Urjasz chuckled, as he handed over the cash. Saying his goodbyes, he picked up the bag, put the gun inside and headed out the door.
Night had come and Urjasz is sat in a black Ford Falcon Cobra (351 V8) outside a small apartment. As he sat there, a scruffy man comes out the apartment, doing up his coat and pulling his shoes up on his feet. Danny Miles is unemployed, internet obsessed man, or a “waste of space” as others call him. He also has a huge ever growing addiction to drugs. You name it he’d try it. Despite being unemployed, he has a free lance income through selling junk and scraps, usually things he’s stolen that day. Often caught by the police, his record is nearly as unclean as he is. Despite being arrested for being found with various Class A drugs on him, caught red handed robbing a house and caught hiding in a club’s women’s toilets, he has never served more than a few weeks in jail. This is because whilst robbing a house, he found a tape with the current mayor shagging one of his male campaign staff. After being caught in the mayor’s house, he blackmailed the mayor. Now with a get out of jail free card, he began to take liberties. Thinking no one can touch him, he ended up in debt with various debts. After he was beaten by one dealer, he was discovered by Johnny Sykes. Johnny got Danny to flog his drugs on the streets and pay of his debt to Johnny, who paid of all the dealers. When some of the drugs started going missing, Johnny blamed Danny and barred his access to any drugs in the city. Little did Danny know at the time, Johnny had been taking the drugs and was setting him up. Whilst Johnny had been looking after Danny, he had also been on trial for attempted murder, shortly followed by murder when the victim died in hospital. Johnny used Danny’s get out of jail trick, and voila, was off the hook. Instead some tramp was tried and jailed. When Danny found out it was Johnny all along and what he’d been up to, Danny wanted revenge. Fortunately for him, so did Frankie Biggs, Urjasz’s boss and wealthy bookie. Frankie got in contact with Danny and organised the hit. It would be simple. Danny would distract the security, as he was a known threat, whilst Urjasz gets into building.
Danny jumped into the car and tapped the dashboard like a drum. “You must be that Polish killer man I have to help. Name’s Danny.” “I know who you are, and I know what you are, so if you so much as put your thieving hands near my pockets, I’ll cut them off” Urjasz growled. Nervously laughing, Danny replied “Ah I’d never steal from you. No you’re my friend. Not like that cunt Johnny. I’m going to enjoy watching him die. I want him to die so pain-…” He was cut off by Urjasz holding a blade to his neck. “You talk too much shit. And I’m not your friend, I’m just working.” He returned back to the wheel, putting the knife in his pocket. Setting off, they travelled in silence. A few blocks down the road, Danny begins to tap his leg rapidly. “What are you doing” Urjasz enquired. “I can’t help it, it’s been so fucking long since I’ve had some. Cold turkey man, it’ll fucking kill you. Or Johnny” he laughed. “Listen, Ur…whatever your name is, once he dies I can get back on my feet. Start finding stuff, selling it and getting high. Easiest job in the world mine”. Focussing on the road, Urjasz asks “Does it not bore you? Don’t you ever run out of money? And I don’t think getting high counts as getting back up on your feet.” Annoyed, Danny tapped the dashboard again and replied “Anything is worth something. And something gets you drugs. Hopefully, lots of drugs. And I could never get bored of drugs. After taking some… hell I don’t remember what I took, but after taking it, I played World of Warcraft. And now I know what it’s all about, it made so much sense, even why they call it “WOW”. Frustrated slightly, Urjasz simply answered “I don’t care what you do when you’re on wacky backy, if you mess tonight up, you die not me”. Silent, Danny turned towards his window. As they neared the office building, Urjasz pulled up a road of two away. Looking at his watch, he sits back, winds down the window and lights a cigar. Coughing, Danny moans “Why are you smoking that?! What about Johnny?!” Letting out a breath, Urjasz says “It’s 9.50, he arrives at 10. Therefore there is no reason for us to be there until then.” Convinced, Danny turns back to the window and starts tapping the dashboard again. Minutes pass, he begins to tap harder and faster. Then he passes out.
Two guards are sat inside the entrance to the office building. As they chat, Danny walks into the entrance, his nose still bleeding after being punched and his arms behind his back. They both get up and walk towards him slowly, hands near their pistols. He stops just before them, spits blood on the floor and stares at them. “Leave the building sir, it’s private access only” one of the guards informs him. Saying nothing, Danny stands still, spitting the occasional drop of blood. The other guard radios for backup, and moves closer to Danny. As a voice answers the radio, Danny pulls out two pistols and fires at the two guards until both guns are empty. He turns and flees at the door, with various guards running from the staircase after him. Meanwhile, seeing the flashes, Urjasz gets out his car, opens his boot and takes out his bag. As he passes the passenger side, he looks at the big crack in the window and grumbles. Walking into the entrance, he passes the two guards and walks up the stairs. Reaching the office, he takes the shotgun out the bag and begins loading. He searches the rooms but finds no one. Noticing a recently used cup of coffee, he heads for the toilets. When he walks in, he sees one of the cubicles is in use. Moving closer, he informs “Mr Sykes is that you in there?” A voice replies “Whose asking?” “Um.. Brian Marty sir, one of the new security staff, I’ve been sent to evacuate you. There’s a gunman on the loose”. The voice replies “Ok gives me one second.” As paper is heard shuffling, Urjasz stands infront of the door and aims the gun. As the door clicks open, he lets off two rounds, and Sykes flies back in two pieces. Wiping blood from his face, Urjasz heads for the door, taking out his mobile. He texts “Job done” and walks out. As he leaves the building, he pauses, takes out his phone and texts:
“Good gun, will use again”.
Well hope you enjoyed, have good day XD
