Dark Spaces, Dark Corners: The Red Apocalypse

By Ray Patino

THE SOUL KING'S RED APOCALYPSE CONTINUES WITH-Dark spaces, Dark corners contains multiple stories connected to The Soul King universe, depicting events before, during and after the red apocalypse of the dark heavens. Ray Patino author of ‘The Soul King’ brings us these chilling tales of real-life depression and anxiety twisted and blended with the supernatural. The otherworldly villainous ‘Cadillac Man, The Spider God Nebula’ returns. Bright white lights have appeared all over the night skies, sending Michael Cole on a collision course with his destiny. Two Detectives battling for survival in a night that belong to those who thrive in the dark. The Executioner A supernatural hit-man is set on a path to destroy Jacob Hill and his outlaw gang in a tale that takes you from the western times to the late 90s. This novel contains bonus stories, so prepare yourself to have your mind blown as Ray Patino’s delivers the follow-up to The Soul King with his second Novel – Dark Spaces, Dark Corners.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ray Patino
• Release date: Mar 19, 2019

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Dedications

To the Lord and his Son, thank you for each and every blessing I have received from you. Thank you for my gift of storytelling, hopefully the stories I tell Will make a difference one day. I will never stop praising you.

To my Wife and Son there is nothing more dear to me then the love both of you have shown me through my good and bad years. We created something beautiful here mutually as a family we have bonded together. Without you guys I’d be nothing…you are the greatest gift I have ever received.

To my Father I love you dad, thanks for making me a man, I think about you and miss you every day. You were my best friend.

P.S. I’ll see you in paradise Paul!

Oh yeah…. Fuck the haters.

-The following stories are based on unofficial true events. The following stories have occurred in the same universe where the red apocalypse consumed the world. Please be cautious when you read these pages as your world might fracture and your reality assassinated. Welcome to the Nino verse, The soul king multi-verse-

Do you believe in Ghost?

-Noah Simmons

The Executioner

By: Ray Patino

CHAPTER ONE: The Black Rain

October 1905

Somewhere in Nebraska

The horse raised onwards splashing dirt and kicking rocks in the air as it pushed through the cornfields approaching the house. In the two-story farmhouse lived a family, it was a tight knit community with small town folks. Jacob Hill and his family were sound asleep. Jacob is married to Heather Marie Madison Hill together they have a beautiful daughter named Dorothy Marie Hill. The Hill family was considered in those times an upscale, prominent and socially active family. On the outside all appeared wonderful, Magical even. Jacob and his wife regularly attended weekend Ball Dancing with the locals, Heather Marie attended church habitually. Dorothy Marie was very popular among her pupils at thirteen she was already class president. The world had taken a turn with the days of the outlaws gone and new laws had taken place. There was even the 1st female governor in the United States.

The Black metallic horse comes to a complete stop, he pats it silently to sooth it. The horse is like his vessel, he commands it. Dressed in all Black including his boots, gloves, and trench coat. His face was covered with a canvas sack dipped in color red as if it was saturated in Blood. Jacob Hill was fast asleep, but his guards remained wide awake, as they patrolled and watched. The guards were armed skilled bounty hunters, hired guns. There were three guards in the front while two patrolled the rear of the farmhouse.

He had brought his precious horse to a standstill, far enough not to alert the guards of his presence. As he slipped from atop of the horse all while relaxed and poised, both his boots touched the ground. A red lightning flashed in the background as if a bad storm was approaching. The first guard Peter Gun-Jamming Rogers was caught by behind, a swift grab of his hair and blade went across his throat from ear to ear. This was done in silence and in stealth the only thing you can hear was the blood gushing. The second guard in the front Michael James was a professional bounty hunter and law man. Two daggers penetrated his arteries in his neck from behind. The Executioner used both daggers across his throat decapitating the head. The last guard patrolling the front of the house whistles as the death of Michael James was a bit noisy.

The two men from the rear which is James Dickerson and Sheriff Wallace met with Bob Rains in the front of the farm house. As the three men stood together Bob Rains turns to Sheriff Wallace and says, I think we have a problem with a slight concern in his tone. James walks ahead a bit further and spots trails of blood as the thunder rumbled, lightning flashed inside the Jacob residence illuminating his upstairs master bedroom revealing a shadowy figure. The three men ran upstairs quickly waking Heather Marie and Jacob out of their worry less slumber. As Jacob looks towards the door his patrol man Sheriff Wallace tells them both frantically We gotta go now! without a moment of hesitation The Executioner grabs the Sheriff and snaps his neck and pressed on his skull so hard his head exploded. Bob Rains let’s off a shot from his 22-caliber rifle striking this menacing individual dead center in the chest. Suffering no impact from the gunshot, he stabs Rains multiple times in the Head, neck and rib cage. Jacob looks up at the invader in his home and this ominous presence. His eyes watery and his face pale and mutters the words, He found me? James Dickerson fires three shots from his 38-revolver giving the couple a moment to escape the room, rushing by The Executioner and Mr. Dickerson getting to the top of the stairs both Heather and Jacob begin to run down. Heather slips; takes a tumble and rolled on her head, she broke her neck instantly when she hit the ground.

Back inside the room The Executioner had felt the sting of the three bullets pumped into him by Mr. Dickerson…The Executioner had taken the assault by Dickerson’s personal, he pulled out his weapon on James Dickerson three shots to the back and he released his cocoon on him, which gives birth to the Malkough a spider serpent type creature it’s the size of a normal dog but with a stitched human head, twelve legs spread out from the creature like tentacles as it discharges black worms from his abdominal onto Mr. Dickerson’s chest and it began to eat at his eyes while the worms crawled to his mouth. He screamed in agony…it’s a death you wish upon no one. But this man had raped before, this man had killed for money in the past, he once shot a sixteen-year-old boy for a bag of five gold coins, he was a murderer and Jacobs hired gun who perhaps deserved to die.

The house was dark and ominous entity known as The Executioner glanced down the stairs, standing aloft he views Heather Marie’s corpse as blood ran down her mouth with her eyes open. Life had clearly vanished from her. As the thunder illuminated the home Jacob was nowhere in sight. In the barn the cows groaned, the horses huffed. He began to make his way down the stairwell…

The Malkough has wrapped itself back into its cocoon and attached itself to The Executioner’s torso. He proceeded to step over the body of Heather Marie And out of nowhere a shovel smashed into The Executioners face, Dorothy Hill the popular thirteen-year-old girl who was president of her class tripped over her mother’s body after smacking him right in the dead center with a shovel. Jacob opened the double doors wide open and blasted The Executioner and his body fell limp and cracked the wooden floor boards underneath him from the impact of the shotgun, as his body thumped to the ground.

Is he dead? Daddy? screamed a frantic Dorothy.

Come on Honey! screamed Jacob.

What about Mommy? asked the horrified girl.

Baby we gotta go, we aint got much time yelled Jacob.

Jacob’s Black stallion named Bullet was saddled up and ready to go. You can see the gold coins bulging out of five leather sacks inside the satchel. The voices can be heard emerging from the corn fields all around Jacob and Dorothy were the whispers. Legend has it these were the Whispers Among Tombstones the voices of the dead, the spirits of those who thrive in the dark. The black leather Lasso with one metal spike in the tip wraps itself around Dorothy’s neck knocking her right off, of Bullet.

The Executioner was awake and fully alert, he pulled and tugged on the lasso and dragged Dorothy through the dirt as she screamed and wept while tugging at the lasso with no avail. Her father looked on in horror as he commanded his Bullet to get, as he left his daughter behind. He sped with Bullet through the corn fields while his daughter screamed in the distance. The voices became stronger and the red lightning flashed illuminating the skies. A few of the gold coins bounced off Bullet and struck the dirt, the horse was kicking up a storm. Bullet raced through the corn field like a wild fire. Except the Executioner had meticulously prepped for this task, this psychopathic perfectionist had boobie trapped the entire corn field and the extended area of a one-mile radius, with double bladed axes attached to the trees. Trip wire wrapped around the trees and made its way towards the dirt in a straight line. At the opposite end dynamite was additionally strapped to dead tree trunks.

Jacob Hill ran for his life he knew death had come for him in the worst way. (CLICK) Bullet ran right onto one of the double-bladed axe traps, chopping the horses head clean off. The horse kept riding while Jacob kept screaming. Bullets blood gushed all over Jacobs face, hands and clothes from its decapitated Wound smashing against the ground, the horse flips over and Jacob falls back. Reaching for his pistol it is kicked away quickly by a black boot, then a swift punch to the face breaking Jacobs jaw in an instance. A second figure approached from behind it was Dorothy Marie standing next to The Executioner side by side. A hissing sound followed by a strong wind gust began to rattle the leaves.

The Malkough emerges from a wooded area crawling in its slimy spider like legs. The creature approaches Bullets corpse and begins to inject itself into the horses wound. Bullets belly trembled and moved about violently as the creature dug in. Jacob’s eyes glanced up since he could barely move his head while due to the impact of the sinister punch. Jacob says, We killed you, is it because of him? is it because of my master? Another aggressive punch to Jacobs face, it cracked his forehead open. The ground began to rumble, the thunder roared like a lion above the skies and Dorothy Marie smiled. A gun shot goes off…

(BANG) striking Dorothy in the head, her body fell limp to the ground and her blood spilled all over her father. In the distance you can observe a woman dressed in Black, she appeared to look very much like Heather Marie, Dorothy Marie’s Mother although she had just died…could she had been resurrected somehow? you can hear a little girl’s laughter as it echoed throughout the clouds…the black rain stopped.

Chapter 2: The arrival

1900

It was a dark night with no stars as he stepped off his horse. His first victim was Lawrence McCain a strange individual who only came out at night. He was Awfully rich and powerful yet for some reason he did not like sunlight. He was famously known for being a party animal in after hour parties. A gentleman of the night some folks called him, but tonight Lawrence had Amy Lee and Katie Wills. The two best perfectly proportioned of Gator Creek. Inside his cabin Lawrence pours wine after wine glass and the girls drink it up. They danced and laughed and flirted with Lawrence. You dress really fancy mister said Amy Lee. Lawrence nodded, and said Thank You, Both of you are mutually exquisite as the two women looked at Lawrence his eyes flashed from an emerald green to a blood red color. Amy Lee and Katie Wills began to kiss and undress each other as Lawrence stared while sipping his blood red wine. The more the two women ferociously kissed and fondled each other’s enormous chest, the more his fangs grew. The Executioners first victim was not your usual one. There were rumors that swirled around town that Lawrence McCain was a vampire.

A heavy wind swept into the cabin, Amy Lee was grabbed by her throated as he squeezed her neck and he lifted her mid-air. One of Amy’s breast slightly popped out of her dress while she hung suspended in the atmosphere. CRACK the Executioner snapped her neck. Amy Lee fell limped to the floor with blood running down her eyes and mouth. Katie Wills screamed, she turned and ran for the cabin’s door. Resting over the cabins entrance was the Malkough a humanoid arachnid extra-terrestrial life form.

This bizarre creature appeared to have elongated legs and thick tentacles with a human like façade. The Malkough is said to be a more vicious and ruthless distant cousin of the blood tree. The Malkough attached itself to Katie’s forehead, the creature’s stinger injected the black fluid of resurrection into Katie’s mouth the creature propelled her and thrusted her into a different reality…Katie twitched and began to have seizures as the creature began to slither its grotesque body inside her mouth.

Lawrence turned and poured himself another glass of wine, Mr. McCain was a vampire after all he seemed not to be afraid of whatever was in his cabin. I imagined you much taller referencing to The Executioner with a smirk splashed across his face. The Executioner said nothing, his breath a bit heavy and steady kept motionless aside from his eyes which tracked Lawrence’s every move. I know why you are here said Lawrence with a little of nervousness in his tone now. The Executioner kept motionless except for his fist which kept creating a ball with tension ready to smash something. That’s the problem with him, he thinks he can do whatever he wants, while we have to slave to his every command said Lawrence while he paced back and forth with his drink at hand.

The Executioner remained silent while dressed all in black with black boots, black gloves, black scarf, six metal chains across his chest with hooks at the ends; a double barrel shotgun tucked in the back with two sawed off shotguns holstered to his dark black pants, he had four knives attached to the waistline in the front and four in the back, he carried 12 inch blades with different symbols engraved on each blade handle. I was just having a little fun, plus I had a purpose with all this, I had to dig deep to find the answers we are all looking for, who are we really? Who are we serving? most of all who is the undying eternal? Does it not burn inside to know? said Lawrence. Watch… let me show you something Lawrence opened the door the one room in his cabin and it was filled with bodies, women and men undressed and tortured all drained of their blood, yet some walked.

These are my children smirked Lawrence. Thunder roared outside, Lawrence is violently grabbed by his throat, he is thrown all the way across his cabin. Lawrence smashed right through his front window, landing outside. The Executioner stared at the undead that Lawrence had created, slowly shut the door, stepped back and released from his palm 2 small silver balls that rolled under the door while making his way slowly out of the cabin back to Lawrence. The vampires screeched and hissed at each other while the 2 circular objects motioned around the room, until they halted and exploded taking Lawrence’s cabin with it. The flames sparked up in the air and sprinkled balls of fire through the night sky. Lawrence crawled the multitude of the towns people were already gathering as