The First Penalty of Helix File #1
The last few Punishments, the Author Liquid has made his way through, have all been conquored. But Xing, unsatisfied with this is expanding his approach Now targeting an author Liquid is associated with; or at least the only one he doesn't apparently owe a damn thing to anyway, the moderator intends to deal with his one alluding problem, permenantly.
"Really? Really?!" Helix growled as he pulled himself out of his recliner to answer the late night visitor pounding on his front door. After a long day working in a job he just didnt have much love for; all he wanted was to sit down with a cold one, mess around with his powers to make some little dweeb's life hell for nothing short of his dark concept of entertainment before finally passing out. He hadnt even been bothered taking off his uniform, other then except for the sickly light blue poliester shirt that his job required him to wear.
"Yeah, yeah!" Helix shouted in response to the continuous knocking as he lifted the latch and opened the door on the chain and beholding a middle aged man who lived in the apartment underneath him.
"Whaddya want Stan?" Helix asked impatiently.
"...You know of anything, out of the ordinary?" Stan asked in a dull manner; wearing nothing but a dusty looking dressing gown. Helix could do nothing but roll his eyes in annoyance.
"Oh, you mean other then the dildo who for three days in a row, has decided to bang on my door at half two in the morning?" Helix responded heatedly.
"Well, thing is; i think there's a problem...'downstairs'" the middle age man whispered somewhat cryptically while guesturing with his thumb. Helix by this point was simply not impressed.
"For fuck's sake, Stan! If it's one of 'those' sorta problems; just change your boxers and see yer doctor in the morning!" Helix groaned before slamming the door in Stan's near gormless face.
"Why is it that door seems to attract the worst kinda people? This morning there was that window salesman, who wouldnt take a hint, then those Mormon gals..." Helix paused halfway as he spoke aloud to himself.
'They were pretty hot... too bad both of em thought a good time was talking about some dead guys' He then thought before shrugging then guesturing a finger towards him. Out of nowhere, a black vest shirt flew into his hands and as he put it on the door knocked again.
"Fuck off Stan!" He yelled while flipping to a windowless door. Helix then simply decided to return the living room and took a swig of his long awaiting drink. He'd only just parked in the recliner again when a sickening crunch followed by a loud bang came from the hallway as the door was knocked off it's hinges. As he got to his feet, Helix found himself face to face with someone he hadnt seen in a very long time.
"Helix, so that's how you greet old friends?" Xing commented coolly as twiddled his thumbs and the Imperial March played silently in the background
"...I'm thinking you owe me a new door." Helix replied irritably. "And old friends? I think this's the first time we've met. So what the hell do you want?"
"Well for starters, you're probably aware that Liquid has returned..." Xing began.
"Oh has he? Take it he's once again being a very naughty boy?" Helix replied with a sarcastic smirk.
"After his repeat of tormenting Steve Burnside, he's undertaking a new set of Punishments." Xing continued as if Helix hadnt even said a thing. "You should know about that, given you've written nothing but half arsed projects over the last couple years."
"Well look at the fucks i give." Helix commented, even more irritably. "If you've just come to berate me of my lack of enthusiasm, you could've waited for a more opportune time."
"I've sent you countless issues to pick up the slack..." Xing responded while gritting his teeth slightly as he noticed many of his letters folded into origami animals on the nearby bookcase.
"And here I just thought they were takeaway menus..." Helix mocked again then suddenly felt his throat close up as Xing lifted him off the ground with one hand.
"Listen, you cocky little shit; Liquid's been winning and I dont like it. You've known him for some time, so you'll be the perfect..." Helix took the time during Xing's dialogue to poke him in the eye, forcing the moderator to let him drop. He then followed up with a good knee to the balls before guiding him towards the front door and tossing him out of the apartment.
"Look 'buddy' it's been a long day and i'm fucking cranky! So if you dont do the glorious honour of FUCKING OFF, I'm gonna yank off your jaw and beat the living snot outta you with it!" Helix yelled at the top of his lungs before picking up the door and putting back in place. With a snap of his fingers, the damage was fixed immediately.
"So, Liquid's back." Helix muttered as he once again walked into the living room, chuckling at how badly Steve had been sentenced in the first form of the story. However his eyes widened as he beheld the smashed bottle of his drink and fell to his knees.
"Fuuuuuck, last one too." Helix cursed before grabbing his wallet and keys then headed down to the apartment garage and started up his bike. In moments he was off down the road; unaware that Xing was hiding in the bushes, grimicing but grinning.
"Hope you enjoy the ride to the store Helix... but you ain't gonna arrive..." Xing laughed but then keeled over from the pain in between his legs.
Helix made a turn down a shortcut he knew, luckily the only on duty cops would be in town dealing with the weekly clubgoers who thought they were God's gift after downing a couple so he took the turn in confidence when suddenly a chill crawled up his spine.
"Huh...weird feeling...Ok what the?" Helix pulled on the break and got off his bike as he noticed a familiar neon sign which read "J's Bar"
"Fuuuuuuuck..." Helix groaned as he realised where he was; Resident Evil Outbreak's first scenario.
"Clever trick Xing..." He mused before clicking his fingers, as he always did when using his powers to bend the world to his bidding... but his location wasnt changing as he willed. He clicked his fingers again and focused to no effort. It was then as he frowned that he noticed a note attached to the handlebars of his bike which read.
"Last laugh's on me, Your powers are gone while you undertake this Penalty. If Liquid keeps winning, i'm gonna make sure you dont. Have fun! Your old friend Xing"
"Oh for fuc...!"