Johnjo was in the back of his newly bought drug front property. After checking his workers to make sure they weren't stealing from him, he started heading for the front door confident his new operation was secure. As he approached the front area of his business he heard the sound of someone moving around stealthily, or at least what they thought was stealthy. He immediately reached for his revolver located in his hip holster. He pulled it out and snuck up behind the intruder and spoke.


" who are you?"


(OOC moment: this is now from the intruders point of view)

The voice came from nowhere. And the lack of emotion in his voice had almost made him shit his pants. Thats how he knew that he had the right guy.

" You don't know me. But my father knew yours. I....I came here to ask a favor of you. I know you don't know me but I am here begging you for this favor. I will do whatever you ask of me."

" Why would I help you?"
" Please! Hear me out then you can kill me if you wish"


"Speak" was all he said. I had no idea if he was going to help me or planning on killing me where I stand. But I had to start speaking. I had to convince him. He was the only hope I had left of rescuing my daughter.

" Allow me to start by explaining why I came to you specifically for help. My father had once known yours. He is dead as well. But we played together sometimes. I believe you used to win . But anyway your Father and Mine had a very profitable relationship. They came into....what you do at the same time. And so I thought that you would help me in honor of our father's memories."


" I see. Continue" Was all Johnjo Replied.

" A few days ago, my daughter was kidnapped. Yesterday I received a picture of her holding a current newspaper. Naked. Those bastards are raping my innocent daughter!"

" Why would they kidnap your daughter?"

" I am a Prosecutor. I was working a case against some powerful mobsters. We won. I guess this is retribution."

" What are they demanding?"

" They want their boss released. But I don't have that authority. I can't. I don't understand why they would even think I could. Please, will you help me?!"

" Listen, buddy, I'd like to give you a hand but I can't do anything that might harm the family"

" Please! you have to help me! there is no one else I can think of that could help me!"

" Did you try the POLICE? "
" They are useless in these matters. Trust me I know."

" I'll help you. On one condition. You will now be on the Family's payroll. Without the pay part."


A FEW DAYS LATER

(OOC: Johnjo POV)

The interior of the car had gradually turned very hot. It had sat in the same place for 2 days. Johnjo had done nothing but watch the same building for two days straight. He never left the car. For any reason. Not even to take a leak. He pissed in his water bottle. Luckily he never had to do the other option. Which worried Johnjo slightly. He had been watching the building closely for any signs that It was the Place. If those bastards were really in there. Raping an innocent little girl....He'd kill each and every one of them. After finding out from Matthew, the girls father, that the Mobsters he were prosecuting were from Delaware, he knew exactly who was responsible for this atrocity. And could now freely dish out retribution without any worries of the same happening to him from his own people.

As Johnjo contemplated what type of horrors were being committed, a man walked out of the building he was watching. A crescent shaped scar on his cheek. This was definitely the place. That man was the Infamous adopted brother of one of the top guys in Delaware. His name was Louis' " the face" Hunt. Anyone who ever got an up close look at him could tell where he got the name from. And it wasn't from his scar.Johnjo waited until " the face" left and then he exited the car. He then went towards the building. Over the past few days Fulmineo had plotted a way into the building undetected. On his second day of watching he had spotted a small window, which he assumed went into the basement. After doing a quick round of the premises Fulmineo prepped for hi entrance into the building. He rearranged his gun and crouched low to the ground. He propped the window open and snuck into the building. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he heard the sound of grunting and muffled screaming. He pulled out his trusty .45 and headed for the sound. And what he found there was one of the most horrifying and sickening things he'd ever seen. He raised his weapon.......



(Kidnapping Victim P.O.V.)

Lena struggled to push the Brute of a man off her. I'll never stop fighting these assholes. If I die, I'll die with honor. I'll be sure to make my father proud. Her captor tried to force her to her knees. Lena's widened her eyes. Not in fear. But in hope. As she watched a man stepped in the doors frame with his pistol raised. He took aim and spoke:"

" Step away from the girl" Even from the door, Lena almost fainted from the force of his voice. And her would- be assailant was shaking in his boots.

" Whaddaya want? How'd you get in here? T-There's an alarm on the door....

The man never finished his sentence as a gunshot suddenly rang out. " I didn't ask you all that. I asked you to step away from the girl. And now unfortunately you will have to drag yourself away from the girl."

After that with alot of shaking and pleading for his life her captor dragged himself into a nearby corner. " Now. You know that what you have done here. In this place, has condemned you to death. There is nothing that will save you now. But there is more than way to die. If you want me to end this quickly.....you will tell me where your partner went. And you will tell me who ordered this.... Well?" The man said nothing. "I'm not a patient man. I will give you 5 more seconds to make up your mind." Still the man said nothing.

Johnjp sighs " Always the hard way isn't it?" The man looked at Lena, and her breath caught. "Grab this idiot"s legs and follow me." Lena got up quickly and grabbed the man"s legs and began helping her Savior with his task.


AN HOUR AND THIRTY MINUTES LATER.

(Johnjo P.O.V.)

After dragging that man out of his trunk Johnjo threw him into his...interrogation room and placing him on the table and began to get his tools ready.

TEN MINUTES LATER


AAAAAAAAAH! The man screamed and twitched. " No matter how you twist and turn.....you'll never get out of those chains." No matter how much Johnjo hated this man, he had to admit that he was impressed at his resilience. He had suffered some of the worst torture performed on a human body since the Inquisition.....for ten minutes " Lena! Come in here. And bring the mallet." As the door opened Lena walked in carrying the next tool in Fulmineo's repertoire.

"Help me grab him and place him on the table." As they dragged the goon over to the table and chained him to it Fulmineo said, " Spread his legs out." As Lena did as Johnjo asked he spoke to their captive, " One Last chance brother. Tell me what I want to know. You'll spare your self a lot of pain that way."

" Fuck you!"

" Have it your way Johnjo responded. Lena hold him down so he can't move. Johnjo grabbed a hold of the man's penis and flipped it over and laid it on his abdomen. He took aim and took a practice swing. " Hold down his penis please. Don't move an inch. Wouldn't want your fingers smashed in the process as well." Johnjo said with a smile. Like this was an average, everyday, normal situation. He took aim once more and swung the mallet down onto the man's penis. Fulmineo watched as the man's penis disappeared and a mass of bloody flesh took its place.

" AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! YOU BASTARD!!"

" Hey. This is just the tip of the iceberg buddy. There is much more of this in store for you. I think I'll do your balls next. Or maybe I'll start breaking off your toes?"

" Wait!! I....I'll tell you everything you want to know. Just please.....stop this." The huge man broke down into a blubbering mess.

" Shhh, There there." Johnjo said, almost comfortingly, as he leaned over the man and whispered into his ear. This is almost over buddy. Just tell me, Where is your partner?"

" He's down in our armory. Which is where the guy who ordered the kidnapping stays. By now they're probably out looking for me. When they find out about this....your a dead man."

" You should be more worried about yourself."




SEVERAL HOURS LATER, A BADLY MUTILATED, HEADLESS BODY WAS DISCOVERED ON A PARK BENCH



To be continued