Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, just Toke's fucking tommy gun.

The ropes were hung, with not a hint of care, the parents were hoping, soon the cops would be there.

The Children were crying, pissing their beds, while visions of that crazy madman, were stuck in their heads.

The mother sobbing,  her head in papa's lap, Toke put a bullet in their brains. "It's time for a nap."

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Toke sat in his vehicle, waiting for his partner, Pablo to arrive. Finally a car pulled up beside his, and Pablo hopped from the passenger seat.

"Get in." Toke told him.

"Ok, here's the plan. Fat Toni is in there right now. He just laid his kids down to bed, and now he and a few goons are talking about their attack on our business." Toke told his parter.

"Let's go ice these bastards." Pablo said. The two got out of the car and ran to the door.

"On my count."

"One...Two...Three!"

Dude that is hilarious

On the third count Pablo kick the door, immediately he sees one goon sat on chair at the bottom of the stairs
BOOM! The slug hits him between the eye's, a gush of blood and brains exiting the back of his skull

"Toni, you fat fuck, we got a present for ya"

He then drops low and moves to the left, as Toke moves in behind him.

Toni runs up the stairs, sending the rest of his goons down to fight his battle. Toke removes his .357 magnum from his waistline and fires two shots into the skinny tweeker's face. Rolling into the kitchen for cover, he pops his head over the counter and put a bullet in one of the goons' legs, who'd been trying to run.

"Pablo, watch out!"

Toke shouted, as he fired the last of his bullets into the fat fuck who'd been behind Pablo. Out of rounds, he tossed his magnum to the floor and grabbed his dual switchblade's from his sheath and tossed one at the nearest enemy. Rolling from his cover, he threw his secod blade, hitting one man in the chest. He looked around. He was surrounded and had no weapon but his fists.

Pablo takes aim at the group coming down the stair's, he pops one, first in the chest, then the shoulder, the man spins and topples over the banister. All of sudden a hood dives into Pablo from a room to his right, sending him careering across the floor into the door way of the kitchen, his gun falling loose and sliding across the kitchen floor, coming to rest by the feet of the surrounded Toke. Pablo spreadeagled on the floor is about to call out to his buddy, but he's jumped upon by the hood that knocked him down, he grabs Pablo by the hair and precedes to bang his head against the hard floor.

Toke grabs the gun that had what seemed to magically appear. Aiming it at the first hood he saw, he popped two in his chest, one his head. He did the same to the next man who'd rushed him. Finally taking down all threats to himself, he looked around. He saw Fat Toni standing at the top of the staircase. Glancing around the room once more, he noticed Pablo getting the shit beat out of him. Taking aim with his firearm, he put a single bullet into the gangster on top of Pablo and tossed the gun to his friend.

"Make sure none of these guys are alive, then start the car, I'll meet you out front." He said, leaving no time for Pablo to respond before running up the stairs.

On his way, he retrieved one of the switchblades from the dead goon near the stairs. Proceeding up the staircase, he saw Toni hop out of the window.

"Fuck. Pablo, fuck these goons, get in the car and follow me!" He shouted, jumping out the window, hoping Pablo heard him...

Pablo heard gunshots, the goon who was on top of him, smashing his head into the floor suddenly stopped and slumped to one side, pushing him off, Pablo shakily got to his feet. He caught the gun tossed at him. Toke was saying something, but the words were muffled and indistinct, his head was still pounding from the beating he had taken he. He saw Toke head for the stairs so he followed. He was halfway up the stairs, his hearing coming back, when....

"Fuck. Pablo, fuck these goons, get in the car and follow me!" He heard Toke Shout

Looking up he saw Toke disappear out the window

"FUCK!" Exclaimed Pablo, turning he headed back outside to the car, getting in he gunned the engine, wishing he had time to reload his gun

Toke landed in the mud below the second floor window. Slipping, he cursed himself. He staggered back to his feet and started at a full sprint to the dark figure running across the lawn. Hopping fences and outrunning dogs, he finally got tired. For a fatass, Toni could run pretty fast. Toke slipped again in the mud. A barking dog urged him to hop to his feet even faster. The dog was a few feet behind him when Toke hopped onto the chain link fence. The dog grabbed his leg, forcing him to stop.

Finally he saw the headlights of Pablo in the car coming his way. The vehicle came to a screeching halt as Pablo rolled out of it. Tossing a few rocks at the Pitt Bull, he helped Toke over the fence.

"Fuck. Thanks man. Lets go."

Toke hopped into the driver seat, barely waiting for Pablo to shut his door, he sped off.

"I think I see him." Pablo called out, pointing to a shadowed figured kneeled down on the curb.

"Wait here." Toke told his partner as he stepped from the car, gun in hand.

"You're time's up, Toni." He said, between deep breathes.

"No, it's your time that is up!" Toni shouted at the top of his lungs, putting three bullets into Toke's chest. He lay on the wet ground, soaked in his own blood, waiting for Pablo to help him.

"TOOOOKE!"
Scrambling out of the car, Pablo ran to his friend. Lifting his head slightly with his hand.

"Toke? Toke? Fuck! Toke man!"

There was a crack of thunder, followed shortly afterwords by a flash of lightning, as the rain started to pour down. Looking up, he saw that Fat Toni making a run for it. Pablo let him go, Toke looked in a bad way, there was a lot of blood and his breathing was ragged. He had to get him to a doctor soon. Fat Toni could wait for another day.

The heavy rain and mud made getting Toke back into the car even harder, but eventually Pablo managed to drag him onto the back seat.

He started the engine and headed for the doctor the Family used for just such situations. He gave a quick glance to the back seat.

"Come on man! stay with me Toke! Can you hear me? Talk to me buddy!"

He held his wounds in agony. He'd never had injuries this fatal before...He wouldn't make it...He couldn't...

"Come on man! stay with me Toke! Can you hear me? Talk to me buddy!"

The last words he heard before his vision was out. Everything was dark.

"We've got to..."

"Hold the pressure!"

"There we go...That's it!"

"Got it!"

Finally he had his eyes and consciousness for more than 15 seconds. Looking up into the face of a doctor, he heard only the sound of his heartbeat. The best sound in the world.

"Pablo...?" He asked, looking into his friends smiling face.

Great story did you guys ever catch fat toni or is there going to be a sequel?