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| Check Mate | Started by: JohnnyBambino on Apr 24, '09 09:46 |
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Seconds after hearing what the boss wants him to do, Johnny stands in place, across the room feet away from the boss' table, as he comprehends what he has heard, and he reviews what he has to do. So this guy, Danforth, you want him put out, boss? Yes, Johnny. Someone dear to our family shall not lose this legal battle against this shopkeeper. Can I count on you to do this? For the family? By all means sir. A cold drop of sweat seeps out of Johnny's forehead as he once again plays the words "Put him out", for never in his life has he shot his gun, not once, and this ordered hit for the family will be his first. Macleod then eases his seating across the room from Johnny as the room's tension lessens greatly. Dismissed, Johnny. You may go now. Johnny turns about, and walks on as the door before him swings open. Nervously he takes each step as he once again contemplates on the deed he is tasked to accomplish. William Danforth, must die. Johnny whispers to himself as he takes the keys to his car and jingles them around as he approaches his car in the family parking area. He sticks the keys into the door as numerous keychains dangle from it's steel loops, a stranger approaches, from seemingly nowhere. Johnny, Johnny, Brother in blood, brother in arms, how are you? the stranger speaks as johnny sees that it is his half brother Sev. Sev, hello. The boss has just sent me on an "Adventure". gestures a quotation mark as he mutters the words. Oh, an adventure. It's so much like him to send "Associates" Like you He as well gestures the quotation marks and teases his half brother Jeez, you don't have to rub it in bro. I get that you're a mademan, and I'm a wise guy. I Respect that. Just don't make fun of me, not like when we were kids, please. Johnny pleads his half brother to take the mission given to him seriously as he reminisces on the past that they have, although minimally, shared as children under the care of various mafiosi company. Fine Fine, gentle Johnny, I just wish you goodluck on this so called "adventure" of yours. Sev says as he pats his half-brother's back as he walks away from where they both stood. That bastard. Johnny mutters to himself as he chuckles and chokes on the second hand smoke coming from the window of the literati house He gets into his car and seats, and quickly reaches for the glove compartment as he searches blindly for a cigar to calm his nerves and get him ready for the set task he is about to undertake Without hesitation, he shoves the freshly found cigar into his mouth, and lights it with a fastly found lighter in the depths of his coat he takes a deep breath, and takes in the smoke, and before he exhales, he sticks the keys into the ignition, and then exhales He goes into the night as strangers pass by in cars, bikes and trucks. The streets of Las Vegas never seemed so dull to this young man, for he knows that each of these lives are precious, and he is about to take one in a few moments. But he is more than willing to do so. FOR THE FAMILY. FOR LITERATI. Moments of driving, and he has reached his destination, a ragged old shack, hidden in the desserts of the outskirts of Las Vegas. He thinks for a moment that a posh shopkeeper could last a while in this shabby old place, but he thinks that for his life, he would surely do anything, knowing that he is against the Literati. He made the right choice. He was right, TO BE SCARED. Johnny reaches from within his coat, and reveals his .45 caliber pistol, fully loaded, as he remembers the words of the boss "He should at least have an FBI agent with him". Johnny grabs another clip from his coat. This should be enough He whispers, as he swings the door open, and steps his foot down on the cold ground, wet with small puddles of water that the rain has left. It truly is a perfect night for a kill. Johnny strides from his car into the shadows of the ragged old shack, as he moves from pillar to pillar of the nearly tore down house, he makes no sound. as though he was not there at all. As he reaches a door on the first floor of the 3 story shack, he turns open the knob and swiftly swings it open aiming the gun at whatever was there behind the door. NOTHING. Jeez. Johnny thinks to himself, for there truly is nothing behind the door, but a flight of stairs. He aims up the flight, where he sees a hanging lamp, and with this lamp, a shadowy figure is created on the second floor of the shack. Johnny guards up as he holds his pistol eye level, ready for a shot Johnny creeps up into the stairs, and aims directly at the sillouhette, barely forming a person. But suddenly, another figure emerges. They speak. Danforth, how is he? Is he good? Has he eaten? The literati is after this man, keep him guard. It's your shift now, roy. Get up there. Alright Bryce, just watch my coffee. Johnny awaits the departure of the first figure, and as one was left, he whispered Sorry Roy He lunges into the second flight and shoots the man at point blank range. His head was no longer tangible, and could no longer be called a proper head. He was a goner. Johnny stares at the body, but only for a few seconds, his first kill, done beautifully. he can't believe his own hands, his own eyes, he was a killer. Without thinking twice, he left the body he has just dealt with, and went up the last visible flight of stairs. He smiles. It's almost over. He creeps up each step, making nothing but the creeking sound of the floor boards, taking a deep breath after each step, he lunges for the last flight. He lands into a thin bed of dust, and makes minimal sound with contact to the ground. Johnny eyes his prey. 2 men, talking on the table, chess board in between, he aims for the man on the right side, playing white pieces. White goes first. Always. Johnny reminisces of the past as he pulls the trigger. As children, Sev and Johnny had had a taste of both worlds, from the slums of Johnny's dad, and the luxury of Sev's mobster Mother. They always had to have two of everything, thus their love of chess began, for it was one of the first things they had found that only needed one of to benefit the both of them. Their sibling rivalry, also began here. On the same board. Johnny pulls the trigger. The bullet speeds through time and space as it makes contact with the skull of the first man. Blood spatters onto the board. The white pieces became red and white, with spatters of blood becoming the red parts and the white being the base color of those pieces held before the dead man. The man playing black is baffled, and runs for it towards the window. No holding back, the man crouches for the preparation of a jump through the seemingly brittle window. Johnny takes aim. Shoots, and hits. The man falls down on the ground, even before he had the chance to lunge towards the window. Checkmate, friend. Johnny cleans his gun with his white hankerchief as he exits the house, a mess, a bloodbath. This used to be a safehouse. Now it's my house. Johnny whispers, and thinks. He owned everyone in there. They are his. His first kills. He gets into his car, clicks into the ignition, and rides off into the night, with his sins in mind. he rides into the endless dessert. Remembering his sweet victory, as he whispers to himself once more. CHECKMATE |
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