Risk- Chapter 3

Well well, it’s Poison here again wondering if he’s been missed? It’s been a long week without me, hasn’t it kiddies? Well I’ve come back to The Infection to grace you all with some more of my own art that I’ve put my heart into. This week I give you the third chapter of  ‘Risk’ and a brand new lovely illustration for you to feast your eyes on. Be sure to keep your eye on my deviant-art page as I will be updating quite constantly throughout September and the following months. No worries though, I’ll still come back here every week with a new chapter of Risk and a new illustration alongside it. Now entertain me with your thoughts as I give you all, Risk: Chapter 3

Risk- Chapter 3

The Santana was packed with people that night. As Spectrum drove past approaching the club he could see that there was a line that had probably been there long before he arrived or the doors opened. The event that night was featuring some of A-Soul’s hottest talents, alongside the featured entertainment he knew that people would come just for an appearance by Gaia Kikumai or G.K, the leading lady in the group. Continue reading

Risk- Chapter 2

So welcome one and all to yet another thrilling installment of ‘Risk’ by our own Poison Apple. We want to start off this new week with The Infection on a good foot and tell you that we have alot to share. This week you can expect us to be getting an interview with your favorite featured artist on The Infection. Also, our boy >N@T3< has been quite busy in the shadows and we are proud to direct your attention to his very own YouTube channel ‘Folks on blast TV‘ which the rest of us here at The Infection have high hopes for, we wish you luck >N@T3< and know that you have our support if you need it. Last but not least we will be updating our Deviant account with a brand new image from Poison so please be sure to check that later on this week as well. All in all, those are our updates so keep us entertained with your thoughts! Here’s ‘Risk’ chapter 2!

-Risk,Chapter 2-

It was a sunny afternoon at a downtown Starbucks. The patio was slowly getting packed with people while the air conditioned inside was already full. In a quiet corner of the shop was a booth where two men sat wordlessly. A small scruffy one was eating a small overpriced piece of cake while the other, a large dark man, drank an overpriced coffee.

The one eating the cake was Lionel Heart, a true jack of all trades. If there were three words that could describe him in that one moment they would be young, devious, and brilliant. Those were only just a few words to describe this man. Summer was coming again and Sforza had nearly been dead for a year now. Lionel sat with Spectrum at the Starbucks and looked out the window as young women passed by looking at Spectrum and smiling while he played it cool. Across the table from him, Spectrum sipped on his cappuccino with foam and made no effort to acknowledge the women who were slowly gathering and perching near or at the Starbucks like pigeons to bird seed. Lionel was now done his cake and more women were in the place than had been there to start off with…and they were all looking at him and Spectrum.

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“You called me out to talk about something, right?” asked Lionel as he clasped his hands on the table “let’s get this done before any more hookers get here” he said loudly as he cast a dirty glare around the immediate vicinity. This was received with many dirty looks and hand gestures from the women within earshot, not that it mattered to him.

“Yeah man” said Spectrum, as he casually looked around the restaurant to catch the smiles, winks and waves of people around him and ignored them.  Every time he would catch someone trying to take a picture of him on their cell phones he would quickly move his head or play with his hair to get his hand in the way of his face.

“On the phone you said you know where the thing is?” asked Spectrum

“Yeah, the thing” replied Lionel “I found out that the guys who killed her were working for Enzo, which is one of your guys” he said with a raised eyebrow and a stern look.

Spectrum nearly choked on the foam when Lionel said this but before he was able to ask more questions Lionel’s cell phone rang.

“Hang on a minute, I gotta take this” Said Lionel as flipped open his phone.

“Cool, well I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you later” Said Spectrum and he walked out of the cafe into the warm afternoon air.

3 hours later

Spectrum was speeding down the highway and was ready to knock on some

doors. His first stop was going to be Script X’s. He turned off and made his way into the residential area, the quiet suburbs of the city. X’s base was different from the other bases in the fact that it did not have the rough quality of a visual unit base nor did it have the grandeur of any of the sound unit bases but it was still scary as hell. Spectrum pulled up in the driveway and walked towards the door, he rang the doorbell twice, nobody answered. He knew that people were inside but they were too obsessed with their work to bother opening the door. This was understandable with all A-Soul members. Spectrum then tried to open the door to find it unlocked and invited himself in. The house was dark everywhere except the upstairs and the Kitchen, those were the places where people were working but he did not make his way there. Instead he made his way to the basement. The basement stunk of coffee and in his chair; in front of the computer working away was Script X, in all his glory. Spectrum made his way down the step and stopped short of the coffee mugs and stayed on the step. He then bent down and picked up a plastic mug and threw it Script, it hit but he did not care.

“Did you ever find out why we were at that parking garage?” asked Spectrum

“A trial…speaking of that, what was the Trial for?” asked Script

“Ask Poison, he’ll know” replied Spectrum.

“What does that mean?” asked Script

“why don’t you go find out” replied Spectrum and he went back up the stairs.

Script sat in the darkness and wondered what Spectrum had meant by what he had said. As he was about to give the man chase and further question him he heard the door slam and he would have to wait for more answers to come his way.

Spectrum had now set the bait; it was just a waiting game now. The big fish would come and he would have himself a good old cook-off when he was done. He sped back down the highway and his destination was now a shadier locale. He was headed to Club Santana where he would find Poison.

Risk- chapter 1

Welcome one and all to The Infection. On the odd occasion we like to direct our reader attention to original art found all over the internet but it’s a rare chance for us to be able to showcase our own material. As few of you know, The Infection is not only here to promote other artists and their talents ,although many may be more deserving than us of the attention, we like to put our good feet forward and show what our own in house talents have to offer. This week we bring you all a new piece by our Poison Apple which is a follow up to an older piece by the name of ‘Snowflake’ which we suggest you read first. This is a work filled to the brim with sex, drama, murder and corruption which we at The Infection know that you will enjoy thoroughly so please be entertained as we give you…’Risk’ part two of the Snowflake saga!

Risk- Chapter 1

The evening sunlight shone through the basement window, giving some dim light to the room. In the basement sat a young man sat at a large desk, his silky black hair a mess and his dark brown eyes creased with lack of sleep. He had a phone pressed to his ear while he stared into the monitor of the laptop in front of him; his dark hands were stationary on the keyboard.


“You’re playing some risky business yo; all the people you’re telling me about are dead” Said Spectrum. A short but audible gasp was heard on the line before he got a response.

“Oh my god…they all killed each other for just that one piece of jewelery” Said a woman’s soft voice on the line. Spectrum could hear the disbelief in her tone as he continued to explain the situation to her.

“Yeah…Most of them are dead” he said “A lot of big names got arrested, the underworld is in total chaos, you can’t even sell cough syrup without getting shot up” replied Spectrum. There were a few moments of silence after that; all he could hear was her breathing on the line while he fidgeted with the mouse on his laptop. After a few moments he broke the silence, “Michelle, you there? You ok?” asked Spectrum.

“Holy fuck…” said the woman “Yeah, I’m ok, I’m alright” said Michelle. “Ok…so how bad is it for you guys out there?” she asked.

“Things could be worse” replied Spectrum “but right now I need to know, what happened to the Snowflake? A-Soul’s got major problems right now that we don’t want getting leaked to the press and we need you to know that someone’s been killed for one of them” he said.

There was another brief pause before she quietly asked “Who was it?” as her voice went down to an icy chill” And why wasn’t it in the news?” Michelle asked

“Cause the body went missing, we decided to report the situation as a kidnapping” replied Spectrum “Some of it leaked to the news but we managed to clear up some of it and make the press think that it was a gang related thing”

“So who got killed?” Michelle asked

“Dust, and she wasn’t one of ours so we’re sure it’s just some random shit, the amount of damn criminals involved in this thing is getting fucked” Said Spectrum. “What about the Snowflake? You have any idea where it ended up?” he asked.

“Sorry, but I don’t know, I left it there and just walked” said Michelle.”Maybe the cops have it or something” she said.

“Naw…we have people in the police department, we would have known…but at the same time we can’t be sure of who has it since everyone wants them” said Spectrum.

“Yeah…I see what you’re saying” replied Michelle “Well, thanks for the heads up and I hope you guys find the flake, I’ve got my own set of problems right now so be good and take care” Said Michelle and she hung up.

Spectrum hung up the phone and sat in his office and thought of what to do next. Spectrum was a man of constant thinking and his thoughts were concentrated on issues separate from that of the rest of the group. Right now he was losing money and he did not like to lose money, the other units took this lightly since they did not need as much money to sustain themselves but the sound contingent was not happy. They did not have a steady source of income, Poison was more bent on revenge than anything right now and Script was making money too slowly. His patience was wearing thin. His plan was simple, get the Snowflakes and sell all three of them to the highest bidder, after that, make a few investments here and there and things will be all good….that is as long as Poison doesn’t do something idealistic and idiotic. Spectrum sat in his office and contemplated these dark thoughts in his dimly lit office but then he was interrupted. The door opened and light from the hall flooded his office. A short young Asian man with a small goatee stood at the door looking at him.

“Lunch” he said simply