Four or Dead Novel by Goa Chapter 1
The four men sat around the table, their faces grim. They had been friends for years, but now they were facing a life-or-death situation.
“We’re outnumbered,” said one of the men, whose name was Santosh. “There are at least a dozen of them.”
“But we have the element of surprise,” said another man, named Rajeev. “We can attack them before they know what’s hit them.”
The other two men, Anil and Vikram, nodded in agreement. They knew that Rajeev was right. They had to attack now, or they would all be dead.
They stood up and quietly made their way to the door. They opened it a crack and peered out. The dozen men were sitting around a campfire, laughing and talking. They were completely unaware of the danger that was lurking in the shadows.
The four men took a deep breath and burst through the door, firing their weapons. The men at the campfire were caught completely off guard. They scrambled to their feet, but it was too late. The four men had already taken cover and were firing from all directions.
Within minutes, all of the twelve men were dead. The four men stood up and surveyed the scene. They were all unharmed.
“That was easy,” said Anil.
“Too easy,” said Santosh. “I’m worried. This is all too easy.”
“Don’t be paranoid,” said Rajeev. “We just took out a dozen men. We’re invincible.”
The four men started to walk away from the campfire. But as they did, they heard a noise behind them. They turned around and saw a figure standing in the shadows.
The figure was tall and thin, with long, white hair. It was wearing a black cloak and carrying a scythe in its hand.
“Who are you?” asked Santosh.
The figure didn’t answer. It just stood there, staring at them with its cold, dead eyes.
“What do you want?” asked Rajeev.
The figure raised its scythe and pointed it at them.
“You,” it said.
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The four men knew that they were in danger. The figure with the scythe was obviously not human. But what was it? And what did it want with them?
They backed away slowly, keeping their eyes on the figure. But the figure didn’t move. It just stood there, its scythe raised.
“We should run,” said Anil.
“No,” said Rajeev. “We can’t run. We have to fight.”
The other three men nodded in agreement. They knew that Rajeev was right. They couldn’t just run away and leave the figure to terrorize someone else.
They drew their weapons and prepared to fight. But the figure was faster than them. It raised its scythe and swung it at them.
The four men scattered, but the figure was too quick. It slashed at them with its scythe, and one by one, they fell to the ground, dead.
The figure stood over the bodies of the four men and laughed. It was a cold, cruel laugh.
“Four or dead,” it said. “And now you’re all dead.”
The figure turned and walked away, leaving the bodies of the four men lying in the dirt.
The End
Here is a fictional chapter 3 of a novel called “Four or Dead” by Goa:
Four or Dead Novel by Goa Chapter 3
The four friends found themselves in a dark and abandoned warehouse. The only light came from a few flickering bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The air was thick with dust and the smell of rotting garbage.
“This place is creepy,” said Sarah.
“It’s perfect,” said Alex. “No one will find us here.”
They made their way to the center of the warehouse and huddled together for warmth.
“So, what’s the plan?” asked Ben.
“We wait,” said Alex. “When the hunters come, we’ll be ready for them.”
They waited for hours, but no one came. The silence was deafening.
“This is starting to get ridiculous,” said Sarah. “Maybe they got scared off.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” said Alex. “They’re not going to give up that easily.”
Suddenly, they heard a noise outside the warehouse. They all froze, their hearts pounding in their chests.
“What was that?” whispered Sarah.
“I don’t know,” said Alex. “But it sounded like footsteps.”
They crept to the edge of the warehouse and peered out into the darkness. They couldn’t see anything, but they could still hear the footsteps getting closer.
“They’re coming,” said Alex.
The four friends huddled together, their backs to the wall. They could hear the footsteps now, right outside the warehouse door.
The door creaked open and a figure stepped inside. It was a tall, muscular man with a shaved head and a scar across his face. He was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.
“Well, well, well,” said the man. “What have we here?”
He looked at the four friends with cold, dead eyes.
“So, you’re the ones who killed our friend,” he said. “You’re going to pay for that.”
He raised his fist and punched Alex in the face. Alex fell to the ground, unconscious.
The man turned to the others.
“Who’s next?” he asked.
Sarah, Ben, and Emily exchanged a terrified look. They knew they were outnumbered and outmatched.
Sarah stepped forward.
“Leave my friends alone,” she said.
The man laughed.
“Or what?” he asked.
Sarah didn’t know what to say. She knew she was no match for the man, but she wasn’t going to let him hurt her friends without a fight.
The man raised his fist again.
“Last chance,” he said.
Sarah took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from behind the man. He turned around and saw that a large piece of debris had fallen from the ceiling, blocking the door.
The four friends took advantage of the distraction and ran. They raced out of the warehouse and into the night.
They didn’t look back.
They knew that the hunters were still out there, but they also knew that they couldn’t stay in that warehouse any longer. They had to find a new place to hide.
They ran for hours, until they finally came to a small forest. They collapsed under a tree, exhausted but relieved.
“That was close,” said Sarah.
“Too close,” said Ben.
They lay there for a while, catching their breath. Then Alex stood up.
“We can’t stay here,” he said. “The hunters will find us.”
“Where can we go?” asked Emily.
“I don’t know,” said Alex. “But we have to find a place where we’re safe.”
They packed up their things and started walking through the forest. They didn’t know where they were going, but they knew they had to keep moving.
The hunters were still out there, and they were determined to find them.
To be continued…
Four or Dead Novel by Goa Chapter 4
Goa was a different world. The air was warm and humid, the sky a brilliant blue, and the beaches were white sand paradise. But even in this idyllic setting, the Four or Dead tournament was a deadly serious affair.
The four remaining teams had gathered at the starting line, a secluded cove on the southern coast of Goa. The teams were:
- The Renegades: A team of four mercenaries led by the ruthless ex-SAS soldier, Captain John Smith.
- The Outlaws: A team of four criminals led by the notorious crime boss, Tony “The Tiger” Soprano.
- The Mercenaries: A team of four professional soldiers led by the decorated Colonel Michael Jones.
- The Gladiators: A team of four former gladiators led by the legendary warrior, Spartacus.
The rules of the tournament were simple. Each team was given a map with the locations of four checkpoints marked on it. The first team to reach all four checkpoints and return to the starting line would win. However, there was a catch. Each team was also armed with a single bullet. If a team member was killed, their bullet would be given to the team that killed them. The first team to run out of bullets would be eliminated.
The starting gun fired and the four teams raced off into the jungle. The Renegades, led by Captain Smith, were the first to reach the first checkpoint. They quickly eliminated the Mercenaries, who were caught off guard.
The Outlaws, led by Tony Soprano, were next to reach the first checkpoint. They were able to eliminate the Gladiators, who were slowed down by their heavy armor.
Now, it was down to the Renegades and the Outlaws. The two teams raced to the second checkpoint, which was located in a remote village in the mountains. The Renegades reached the checkpoint first, but they were ambushed by the Outlaws.
A fierce battle erupted, and in the end, both teams suffered heavy casualties. Only Captain Smith and Tony Soprano were left standing.
Captain Smith and Tony Soprano faced each other off in the center of the village. They both raised their pistols and took aim.
“It’s all or nothing now, Tony,” Captain Smith said.
“I know, John,” Tony Soprano replied. “But only one of us can win.”
The two men stared at each other for a long moment. Then, they fired.
Captain Smith’s bullet struck Tony Soprano in the chest. Tony Soprano’s bullet missed Captain Smith completely.
Tony Soprano staggered backwards and fell to the ground, dead.
Captain Smith stood over Tony Soprano’s body and raised his pistol to the sky. He had won the Four or Dead tournament.
But as Captain Smith lowered his pistol, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He turned around and saw that one of Tony Soprano’s men had shot him.
Captain Smith fell to the ground, dead.
The Four or Dead tournament was over. There was no winner.
Four or Dead Novel by Goa Chapter 5: The Mystery Deepens
The news of the four deaths spread like wildfire through the small village of Goa. Everyone was shaken by the tragedy, and fear began to grip the community.
The police were baffled. They had no leads, and no suspects. The murders seemed to have come out of nowhere.
As the days passed, the mystery deepened. More strange occurrences began to happen. People would hear strange noises at night, and see shadowy figures moving in the darkness.
One night, a group of villagers were gathered around a fire, telling stories and trying to stay calm. Suddenly, they heard a loud scream. They all jumped to their feet, and looked around in fear.
The scream came from the house of an elderly woman who lived just outside the village. The villagers rushed to the house, but they found the door locked. They broke down the door, and ran inside.
The woman was lying on the floor, dead. Her body was covered in strange symbols, and her eyes were wide open in terror.
The villagers were horrified. They had never seen anything like it before. They didn’t know what to think, or what to do.
The next day, the police arrived to investigate the murder. They were just as baffled as the villagers. They had no idea who could have done this, or why.
The police chief gathered the villagers together, and told them that they needed to be careful. He said that the killer was still out there, and that they could strike again at any time.
The villagers were terrified. They didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know who to trust.
That night, the villagers all stayed inside their homes. They locked their doors and windows, and they huddled together in fear.
But the killer was still out there, and they were watching.
To be continued…
Four or Dead Novel by Goa Chapter 6: The Unraveling
The sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty streets of Goa, casting long shadows that danced and swayed to the rhythm of the relentless heat. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, spices, and decay, a pungent concoction that clung to the skin and nostrils like a persistent perfume.
In the heart of this chaotic labyrinth, a small group of figures huddled in the shade of a dilapidated building, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion. They were the survivors of the recent massacre at the Four Or Dead Hotel, a tragedy that had left the city reeling in shock and fear.
Among them was Amelia, her once vibrant eyes now dulled with grief and despair. She clutched a worn photograph of her deceased lover, his smiling face a haunting reminder of the life they had shared, a life now shattered into a million irreparable fragments.
Beside her stood Gabriel, his stoic demeanor masking a heart filled with anger and a thirst for vengeance. He blamed himself for the events that had transpired, for his inability to protect those he cared about.
The others, too, bore the scars of the tragedy, their minds haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. They were a group of broken souls, bound together by the shared experience of loss and despair.
As they sat in silence, the only sound the distant hum of the city, Amelia’s gaze fell upon a small, weathered book that lay discarded in the dirt. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the worn cover. It was a collection of Goan folklore, a forgotten relic from a bygone era.
Intrigued, Amelia began to read, her voice a soft whisper that cut through the oppressive silence. The stories were dark and twisted, tales of vengeful spirits, malevolent deities, and ancient curses.
As she delved deeper into the book, Amelia felt a strange chill run down her spine. The stories seemed to resonate with her, their grim tales echoing the darkness that had consumed her own life.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to these stories, something that could help her unravel the mystery of the Four Or Dead Hotel and the events that had led to the massacre.
Determined to find answers, Amelia shared the stories with the others. They listened intently, their faces etched with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
As the stories unfolded, a sense of unease settled over the group. The tales spoke of a hidden world, a world of shadows and secrets, where the living and the dead coexisted in an uneasy dance.
They began to wonder if the events at the Four Or Dead Hotel were not just a random act of violence, but something far more sinister, something that had been brewing for generations.
Amelia, fueled by a burning desire for justice, decided to investigate further. She would delve into the dark underbelly of Goa, uncovering the secrets that had been buried for far too long.
The others, hesitant but loyal, agreed to help her. Together, they would embark on a perilous journey into the heart of darkness, seeking answers and retribution for the wrongs that had been committed.
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Four or Dead Novel by Goa Chapter 7
The next day, the four survivors woke up early and began to prepare for their journey. They knew that they would need to find food and water soon, and they also needed to find a way to defend themselves against any further attacks from the Goa.
They decided to head east, towards the coast. They hoped that they would be able to find a boat or some other way to get off the island.
As they walked, they kept a close eye on their surroundings. They were all still on edge after the previous day’s attack.
They hadn’t gone far when they came across a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was a large tree. Hanging from the branches of the tree were several corpses.
The survivors stopped and stared at the corpses in shock. They were all Goa, but they were unlike any Goa that they had ever seen before. These Goa were much larger and more muscular than the ones they had encountered previously. They also had sharp teeth and claws.
The survivors realized that they were now facing a new and even more dangerous threat. They knew that they needed to be even more careful than before.
They decided to avoid the clearing and continue on their way. They walked for several hours, but they didn’t see any sign of food or water. They were starting to get worried.
Just when they were about to give up hope, they came across a small stream. They were all exhausted and thirsty, so they stopped to drink and rest.
While they were resting, they heard a noise behind them. They turned around and saw a group of Goa approaching.
The Goa were the same large, muscular Goa that they had seen in the clearing. They were snarling and baring their teeth.
The survivors knew that they were in trouble. They grabbed their weapons and prepared to fight.
The Goa charged at the survivors. The survivors fought back as best they could, but they were outnumbered and outmatched.
One by one, the survivors were killed. The last survivor was a young woman named Sarah.
Sarah fought bravely, but she was no match for the Goa. She was eventually knocked to the ground and killed.
The Goa feasted on the corpses of the survivors. When they were finished, they left the clearing and disappeared into the jungle.
The clearing was now a scene of carnage. The corpses of the survivors lay scattered on the ground. Blood soaked the soil.
The only evidence that the survivors had ever been there was a small pile of bones and a few scraps of clothing.
The Goa had won.