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| The Widow Maker and Princess Pew Pew | Started by: Ruby_The_Beast26 on Nov 02, '26 06:42 |
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In the moonlight of Halloween a pawn shop sat closed. Many people were out and about trick or treating with children. Some others attending masquerade parties to enjoy some mysterious evening of amusement. But inside a dusty old shop filled with numerous oddities a historic reunion was taking place. One with its own charm and secrets. On a counter sat the glass case that held two rather unique weapons. Both belonged to the same household until they went there separate ways. On the left was a gloriously beautiful golden gun. It was custom made gold finished gun with diamonds embedded in the grip. The gun was known as Princess Pew Pew. A mob boss made Princess Pew Pew for his lovely wife as their 1st wedding anniversary present. He wanted to give her something unique rather than just more jewels. Gene was a gambling man who just pocketed a healthy chuck of change. It was with the winnings a true prize was established. He couldn't give his wife just any gun. It had to make a statement. Gene took out his own signature piece. Gene's gun had been dubbed the Widow Maker. It was his own personal Excalibur. It had seen better days. Now it had a few rough edges but a great fit to his hand. A wealthy mob boss commissioned it as a gift for Gene for saving his life. That night a masterpiece was born on a gun craftsman's sketch pad. The Boss was very particular about his request. He choose each part with great care. The finish, engraving, grip, and decorative details were not left to chance. The gunsmith know the powerful crime boss. He's been making weapons for organized crime for decades. The gunsmith knew better than to ask questions. He had an excellent reputation for making masterful pieces. None of his guns were mere metal or disposable. He honed his craft to an art form over decades of fitting pieces into one sleek killing form. The gun was inspected and tested for accuracy. It was a workhorse in the right hands. The gunsmith placed his signature trade mark on every gun he made. This new one was no exception to that rule. No one knew when the gun was place in its case that it was the beginning of a legend. The gunsmith tossed in a free leather holster on the house. The Boss presented the gun to his new mademan. A legacy in steel that would be engraved with the blood of many targets. Gene gladly excepted the gift. All he had in his pocket was Switchblade Sammy that night. It had seen him though his rough thug days. Time moved on. People were ended on a mere word from the Boss. Gene made a name for himself in the family. He was offered a wife connected to the family. She would be the one who received the Widow Maker's partner for life or death as the case maybe. The Widow Maker was always on hand. However Princess Pew Pew was a pampered piece of non use. It was more of a decorative item that Gene's wife claimed to hate. Yet every night as she put her jewelry away the wife touched it fondly. It was on a satin ribboned cushion resting along side fine pieces of jewelry. Gene didn't mind what his wife did with her gun as long as it was there in an emergency. Occasionally he would sweet talk his lady to practice at the range. Then with great care Gene would clean the gun properly before it was stored back in his wife's walk in closet. It gave him piece of mind knowing she was protected by more than just a security detail. But like all good things something shifts. Gene made his way through the ranks. Rising up on a ladder of dead bodies. His wife ever loyal was the picture of obedience required by his business. But as Gene rose in power he grew fat and lazy. Staying out late with the boys, drinking and gambling. Business waited for no man, a lesson perhaps Gene forgot or never learned. Then came the night Gene risked it all on a bet. He got cocky with his cards in hand. Sure he would never lose. However lady luck can be cruel. Gene staked everything on his last bet. His fancy watch, his car and yes even the Widow Maker. Drunk with stupidity he lost it all. After that the legendary gun shuffled through many hands. The winner of Widow Maker was soon beat down in a dark alley until he was unconscious. The gun was lost under a nearby dumpster. Gene of course wasn't aware of this and tried to acquire it back. It failed to ever return to his hands. Next the gun was found by a common street rat. A small time thug, that was blessed by fate to be the Widow Maker's next champion. The gun saw to earning a future gir the petty thief. He rose up from the gutter to be a powerful mademan in a rival family. Gene noticed the gun, because of course he would. A war broke out over the gun. No one knew that was the kindling to spark it. Rivals are rivals and war was as natural as a Monday night football game. Gene lost his life that night trying to claim his gun. The common street thug went on until peacefully passing in old age. The wife of Gene mourned the lose of her husband. She was not a stupid woman and kept her golden gun fairly as her marriage. So the princess pew pew did not change hands. Though Gene's wife never had an occasion to put it to the test. It remained in her care until her estate disposed of it clearing property for cold hard cash. The son of the common street thug inherited the Widow Maker. Though he found no luck in its possession. One night he experienced a wackback and almost died. He declared it cursed and it came to the pawn shop. There it was reunited with Princess Pew Pew and even Sammy Switchblade sat on a dusty shelf nearby. The future was still unknown for the fate of these two guns. Earlier in the day a Hollywood prop man came in pondering its purchase for a movie about a mafia Godfather. It ended up left behind with a deposit. The prop man needed to get approval from the director that it was the gun for the production. This left open an air of argument between Princess Pew Pew and the rough grizzled old gun. "I still don't understand why they chose you." The Princess Pew Pew fumed in her case. "Perhaps because I have character." The Widow Maker stated without any mercy for the pampered gun. "The shop keeper loves me," Princess Pew Pew shrugged. "Too flashy. Doesn't look believable." I recall the prop man saying Widow Maker shot back. "Knock it off you two," said a shotgun from a gun rack on the wall. If your lucky TwogunsTony will be back this week. He is in the market for some new guns. Now let's all make like steel and go for lights out. |
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