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| The Start | Started by: Premeir on Apr 18, '08 18:31 |
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A lawn mower on a sunlit suburban garden is usually an unassuming thing. However, look closer, for this one is different. Look closely and you'll see red specks on the blades and bits of flesh around it. Let us play 'look through the keyhole' Who would live in a house like this? A beautifully house with impeccable dor. Yet there's something not quite right. Could it be the magnolia skirting boards? No Could it be the nerravezzi soft furnishings? No Could it be the large, powerful man, draped over his table bleeding profusely with one eyeball popping out of his head yet still breathing? Could be! It was 5 years ago, when these two calculating professionals formed their bond. Premeir was 15, he was the son of an enforcer in the local mafia. His father was a cold man, very large and unforgiving. His father was also best friends with a man by the name of Zebedee. Premeir wasn't like the other kids, he enjoyed demented things, hurting people and animals. He would much rather learn about violence, then math. He was constantly being sent home from school, he was finally kicked out for stabbing a peer with a pen, in the report they quoted him as saying "I wanted to see what his blood looked like". He had one sister, his mother left years ago do to their father's constant abuse. He hated his father for it, they never had family dinners anymore, he would ask his father to be home more often, due to his sister always being alone, his father told him to mind his business. Premeir's father stopped coming to work and taking calls, fearing that he might be cooperating with the feds, the boss sent Zeb to investigate. When Zeb knocked at the door, the then young premier answered it and told him they were just sitting down for dinner, and asked if he would like to join them. The smell coming from the dinning room was horrible, when Zeb walked in, he saw his partner and best friend nailed to the table with his eyes cut out. Premeir's sister was lying on top of him; they would later say she was poisoned. Zeb immediately grabbed Premeir and asked him who did this and were they still here. Premeir replied, I did it I wanted him to finally enjoy a family meal with us and then sat down at the table with a smile to finish his meal. Zeb stood there looking at the carnage this young child caused. He un holstered his gun and was going to shoot the young child, but he didn't. He would later tell the boss, that the rival family had killed premeir's father and sister, while he hid in a closet. This started a war, Zeb and his new best friend, got to show the world what true evil really is Zeb had been working with John Baker for many years. Shaking down the local businesses and making a decent living. John was a kind of friend, but not one he was comfortable with. He knew he beat on his family and treated them like shit but hell, he was a damn good partner and someone he trusted to watch his back. One night Zeb got a call to go round to Baker's house, something big had gone down. The boss sent me as I was the partner and man, I was nervous, either I was:- a) getting a job to hit my partner b) getting hit c) getting my button. Only one of the options seemed like a good deal yet it was the most unlikely. Dutifully I made my way to John's house and was greeted at the door by my favourite of John's children, Premeir. He wore the expression of a child that had seen too much, done too much and had more memories than a boy of that age deserved. I couldn't help but like him, he had a spirit, a certain way of holding himself that impressed me. I made my way inside and saw the carnage on the table. I asked Premeir 'what the fuck happened hear?' The response I got was chilling yet not surprising "I did it, I wanted him to finally enjoy a family meal with us" I unholstered my gun and pointed it at the young Premeir's face. Not a flicker of emotion passed his face and I laughed. 'finally the Baker met his gingerbread man' I made up a story about a rival family gunning John down, it wasn't unbelievable, I'd also made sure that the burned remains of a punk I'd killed earlier were left in the building, that I assured the boss was the child named Premeir. He was better than this punk ass family. He'd come to stay with me. I'll teach him all I know and undoubtedly learn more off him. The two were complete opposites, Zeb did it for the money, he got little emotion from it at all, on the other hand Prem did it because he liked it, he enjoyed it more then anything else. Zeb liked to be in a relationship with one trust worthy woman. Premeir was a womanizer, he would be with a woman once and then not talk to her, or only talk to her for sex again. The one thing they did have in common was they are very good at what they do and would never turn on each other. The man on the table was Zebs boss, Don Muntia. The Don was getting curious about the person zeb had been working with, he always told the Don a friend. He got a little to curious and had zeb watched. Premeir didn't like people watching him or his friend. They decided it was time for the Don to go. They needed to lure him out of the house away from the safety of the inside. That was Premeirs job, and he did it ever so gracefully. His two kids came inside crying, the oldest said there is something wrong with rover and spike, the family dogs. When the don went outside he gasped as he saw one of his dogs hung from the tree, abdomen cut open and organs lying on the lawn. His other dog was nailed to the tree through its eyes. The next thing he knew things started to fade to black, Premier had put a chloroform soaked rag around his mouth. To be continued... |
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Fantastic read, very enjoyable. I await the next instalment with baited breath. |
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| Reply by: Draize at Apr 18, '08 18:36 | |
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| Very Well done, anytime I'm in a big meeting with the bosses two of those are always on my mind | |
| Reply by: Maurizio at Apr 18, '08 19:29 | |
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| Wow, I can't wait to see how this plays out. I want the next installment, like, tomorrow :-P | |
| Reply by: Vanimanov at Apr 18, '08 20:46 | |
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| wow thay really blew me away | |
| Reply by: stoner_king at Apr 18, '08 21:23 | |
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Once Premeir gets his hand around your neck it's pretty much over... Or could a mighty don escape his grasp? Will bodyguards save the don? We haven't heard about them yet so maybe the dogs ate them. Nonetheless, an exciting account, I look forward to the next installment. |
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| Reply by: KingofWheelbarrows at Apr 19, '08 11:07 | |
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Interesting, Nice read man, cant wait for more. |
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| Reply by: AlfonsiTimello at Apr 19, '08 12:43 | |
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| i have to say... i look foreward to another one of your stories | |
| Reply by: the_white_mammy at Apr 23, '08 12:25 | |
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| I enjoyed your story...I was on the edge of my seat..waiting for the next installment. | |
| Reply by: Vincent_Capone at Apr 23, '08 18:00 | |
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