That cool, collected attitude under pressure was a damned aphrodisiac under normal terms, but now it was infuriating. Couldn't Gavin see how bad this was? Well, maybe it was time to give him something to be jealous of.

"You know what Gavin? Maybe there's enough of me to go around."

Will turned with a scorned smile, seething inside and wanting to hurt Gavin as he'd just been hurt. He walked to Jace and grabbed him by the lapel.

"I admit, it was idle flirting before. But the truth is, seeing you here today fighting your way through these creatures and moving like no one I've ever seen has shown me that there's more to you. I was wrong."

Will cast a glance to Gavin before scooping Jace up off the ground.

"Why wait? We're mobsters after all."

Surely this would break Gavin's cold exterior and bring out the flame that burned deep inside. If not, then at least he'd have a worthy consolation.

"My love you mean it for real? I will be anything and everything for you, you are my heart and soul, my earth, sun, and moon. I don't want to be with anyone else other than you in our potential final moments" Jace looked up at Will while being held in his big strong arms and cuddles close nuzzling up. 

Finally he was appreciated. Jace was a strong, young man. One that would be absolutely perfect and was ready to give himself freely. It was all that he could ask for. Will carried Jace to the wall and put him down, turning him so that Jace had his hands braced on the concrete of the gym.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

It was now or never. There was a rustling of cloth and a slight pressure on the back of Jace's head as Will raised his hand and pushed it towards his new young tribute. He leaned forward and whispered softly.

"The turkeys send their regards."

None of them had known that the creatures had got to Will before they ever even encountered him. He'd waited for one of them to drop their guard and now the opportunity had arisen. They never even knew until his words and the moment he'd pulled the trigger.

Jace now looking less in control of his mind looked at his wild turkey, good ol faithful Jesus The Gangster and put on his own shades and started gobbling over towards Isabella-Luciano to turn her towards the wisdom of turkey. He flailed at her all the while saying "FOR WILL AND ALL THE TURKEYS YOU MURDERERS HAD AT THANKS GIVING NO LONGER WILL OUR BRETHREN LIVE IN FEAR OF THIS DAY!"

Glimmer gleefully sat on top of the corpse of one of the fallen costumed zombies and gleefully watched the fascinating turn of events as both Gavin and Tara turned tails on their personalities. She reached into the bag of popcorn that the corpse beneath her had dropped and grabbed a handful, stuffing it into her mouth. It was stale but she could deal with it. 

Tara was kicking ass, pulling out all the stops all while giving Isabella wry smirks as if to say "look at how amazing and sexy I can be while I shoot all these monsters!" Isabella was completely gobsmacked and somewhere nearby Jace was crying at William. She thought perhaps that she should comfort him, rummaging around in her coat pocket for a flask which she then presented to him once she had hopped off of the dead body. By now, however, the scene had descended further into madness and Izzy was chasing after Tara. 

Glimmer shrugged and reached for her gun, finally over the horror that followed killing the first few zombies. She happily skipped about blowing monsters away until the turkey gobbled its way into existence again. This time, instead of killing it, Glimmer had a different plan. She was gonna ride this turkey bastard like she did when her father taught her mutton busting. With a rope in her hand that she'd rummaged up from the wreckage of the boxing ring, she fashioned herself a lasso and flung it, catching that damn turkey by his beak. Once she'd tightened the lasso, she pulled hard until she could hop on. with a hearty "YEEHAW!" she and Gary gobbled through the streets, shooting monsters as they went.

Jace distracted by Glimmer's badassness walked towards her and told JTG (that was his pet wild turkeys nick name) to keep making headway towards Isabella when all of a sudden Jace stopped dead in his tracks.....there in front of him stood........Jason Lee Scott......his brother? but......he.....was dead? wasn't he? 

Jason spoke to his brother "Jace stop this madness don't give in to the cock gobbler of Philly you're stronger than this, please stop this!! Remember who you are, Will was evil sent by the turkey gods to turn you against your friends so the stuffing gods have sent me to counteract their evil so you can stuff them like they should be" Jason bowed to isabella before pulling jtg away and hugging the evil out of that wild turkey so he could help save his brother.

Arturo walked up to the resurrected JasonLeeScott, putting his arm around his shoulder. "Brother. The gods have summoned me too. This hoard of turkey marauders must be neutralized through the sheer superiority of the stuffing goodness."

Arturo's black hat had previously covered his face, especially in the darkness of the night. But now, he pushed the brim up to his brow, and his face could be seen. Arturo's normal face was replaced with a mushy mixture of dough, onions, light spices, and aesthetic greens.

Arturo reached from behind him and revealed a giant Great War light machine gun, which he gripped like a baseball bat. Arturo stepped up unto a pile of dead turkeys, casually drooping the gun at his side. 

"Ladies and gentlemen. A war is upon us. A war of which the likeness we have never witnessed. Not in the fiery trenches of France. Not upon the high seas, the fields of battle where Napoleon, where Trajan, where Alexander the Great have built their legacies. Not in the vast sky, buzzing with the miraculous technologies of planes or blimps!"

He continued with a booming voice, "These are trying times. The times we find ourselves in test the courage of each and every individual. They test the ability of our best and brightest. The achievement of all past society and history has been put upon our backs in a daunting journey up a mountain into the clouds. All of this past success has been put at risk. It is our obligation- nay, our duty, to serve the futures of not only ourselves, nor our children, but their children and each and every future generation of which their children will procreate. 

This is threatened by the very existence of the menace known as the turkey. I do not have to tell you their horrific acts. You witness them with your own eyes. They corrupt the innocent. They dissolve the concept of justice. They distort our truths. They restrain our freedom. 

It is not just humanity that wills this. The stuffing gods themselves have called upon us to fight the good fight." 

Arturo sustained, escalating the volume of his voice to the point of a roaring cry, "THE TURKEYS CAN FIGHT US IN THE STREETS. THEY CAN FIGHT US IN THE ALLEYWAYS. THE BUSINESS DISTRICT. BUT THEY WILL NOT WI-" 

As he reached the climax of his rousing speech, part of Arturo's mushy face fell off, a large chunk of the jaw to be particular. He abruptly cut off, stumbling off his previously-mounted mound and kneeled at the floor, scraping at the ground. He mumbled, face down, "Err sorry, this doesn't happen very often. Sorry, I'm so sorry." He busied himself collecting the bits of his face off the cobblestones and shoveled them into his pockets. 

"I'm so sorry. I must go. This is so very unfortunate. I'm so sorry." He ran off into the distance, shoes loudly tapping on the stones, having left his machine gun and a few crumbs on the ground by the clump of bodies and where his friends and colleagues had been standing.

Bella, hearing the speech of ArturoSTrigliori stopped and listened.  She could see JasonLeeScott and her world wavered.  Again she felt dizzy as Arturo's face fell off in bits.  Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest.  Tears welled up in her eyes. 

She grabbed hold of Tara, spun her hard and staring into her brown eyes declared, "Tara... none of this is right." 

She looked around,  "Where's my father?  Where's Marie?  Why... why do we have Aurora?  Where's Elie?"

She wept as hoards of costume wearing dead marched towards her, only now they were faces she knew... Jewel, Lordian, R2D2, Draven, Hetepi, Sineya, Somnyoneshoe, NicodemoMangana, Tatiana, Eddie_Stobart, Doogle, the list went on and on as the dead just kept coming.

She shook her head violently, "This isn't right... it isn't right Tara.  They're dead... THEY'RE ALL DEAD!  RUN TARA, PLEASE LET'S JUST RUN!"  She took hold of Tara's hand and pulled all for she was worth.

Bella sat up in her bed, covered in sweat gasping for breath, trembling from abject horror.  Beside her, the male half of GavinAndTaraByrne stirred at the sound of her crying out.

Bella pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face. 

"No... no more Turkeys... no stuffing... Will and Gavin... no... not Tara.  Oh God!"  She sobbed.

This was a TERRIBLE nightmare and thank GOD it was over. 

Though she would surely never ever eat Spicy Turkey Pizza before bed EVER again.