"You think you can get away with that crap...?"
Furor began to slowly regain consciousness
"You piece of shit... all you do is bring the heat on us..."
Furor felt the pounding of fists on his face
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"It seems our boy here just wants to go on a mass killing spree"
Furor squinted his eyes trying to make out the figures.
"When I said you work for me boy, I meant you don't get me all covered in shit"
"I should just fuckin' kill you where you stand..."
Furor sees the man pulling out his gun
"Let's see if you really are...  unkillable..."
Furor feels his adrenaline kick in as he pulls himself free.
"Motherfucker...shoot the fucker"
Furor pulls out his knife and slits one of the guy's throat
gunshots are heard....

Furor was now having to travel around using the back alleys and many underground tunnels, he had made the front page of the paper "Firebomb in the Windy City... Mad man still on the loose"

Furor walked into the bar.

"What the fuck, you crazy coming in here...?"

"I need a drink now fuckin' get me one..."

"Hey! I said now..."

Furor started smashing up the place smashing barstools.

"Here, now stop smashing up my bar you crazy fucker"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want..."

Smashes a barstool over the guys head.....

That's pretty harsh...it is his bar after all. Didn't give him time. No need to destroy the place.

Furor you and your adventures are great i really enjoy them sir. please continue to bring more about, They inspire me to be a more ruthless gangster

Francie watches as Furor tears the place apart.  She can't believe she happened to be in the same place he was once again.  She slowly backs out of the building, trying not to attract his attention.  Then she darts out into the street right in front of a car.  It comes to a screeching halt, all the while honking it's horn loudly, and the driver shouting curse words at her.

Another incredible way to hurt someone and getting around by tunnels very good, very good indeed.

I have a lot to catch up with your adventures mate...Ive been busy for a couple of days and bham...part 13...a whole lot of new and artistic way of extracting maximum pain before finally extinguishing life to the victims....well done indeed...well done.

Goddamn Furor you sure know how to cause a scene. I sure am glad I paid you back that money I owed you.

Blackout steps out of the bar and notices that he has blood all over his brand new shoes, saying to himself 'Classic Furor' those fools never see him coming.

Furor, man, i don't quite know what to say. Rather, what i'd dare say. You fucking loony! Rather that guy than me.

Another excellent tale, your fury literally rolls off your tongue and it really shows in the quality of the stories.

This is the first tale of yours i have read and its good I have to go back and read the rest