Part one: Fight or flight.

A bead of perspiration crawls its way slowly, icily, down your neck as you step into the church. The heat and sunshine of July outside means nothing in here. your eyes flicker from side to side, adjusting slowly to the dark building. You cant help but wonder sliently to yourself, Where are they?

Since I first started attracting heat from people best left alone i had been on the run... This was the first attempt from your family to get back in touch.

In the gloom you start to make out shapes, men, and lots of them. Almost subconciosly you loosten the gun in its holster on your hip, and double check your arsenal of weapons distributed around your person. They don't call you the Assain for nothing.

One of the figures walks up to you, arms raised, welcoming. Something doesn't feel right...

You hear a click to your right and instantly dive out of the way, your suspicios confirmed. Youve been bought out.

Your eyes dart left and right, finding targets, people crouching behind pews, hunched round pillars, all with guns in their hands and murder on their minds.

You run streight at the first target, the click you heard. Deciding to save your bullets you jump, drawing your gun with one hand at the same time, and kick him in the face, grabbing his gun as it flies through the air. you then casualy shoot his brains across the floor as he lies there screaming.]

One down, a churchfull to go.

You shoot left and right down the aisly, the acrid smell of cordite and human blood filling the air. Bullets whip past you and slam screaming into pillars and woodwork as you kill the people who fired them.

At last you are left with the last three, the clever ones who waited for all of your bullets to run out. As soon as they hear the hollow click all hit men dread, they moved in, circling like a pack of wolves hungry for the kill.

Only your repuation and the wild fire in your eyes stops them from attacking at once. That hesitation is all you need.

In one swift movent you drop, grab two throwing knives from your boot and hurl them at the first man, one thunks hollowly into his chest and the other into his throat. He collapses with a gurgle. Next you lash out with hands and feet at the remaining two, sending their guns, and their advantage, into the gutter.

They lucge at you, you dodge, ducking and blocking with both arms against them. You shove a foot against one of their chests, then proceed to drop the other with an elbow to the windpipe, and a kick to the nose. From the way his neck twists you know he won't be getting back up again.

Last man standing. He flexes his muscles, and you see them writhing under his tight fitted top. He charges at you like a bull, you easily dodge it and trp him, landing a foot in his windpipe.

You casually inspect your fingernails, asking him calmly

"Why are my own family trying to kill me?"

His only reply is to tell you that the don himself is coming, with his legendary bodyguards.. Fight or flight?

You decide.

Please post replies, voting either "fight" or "flight"

After a while I will base part two on that decision!
Assasin's Fate is in your hands.

FIGHT!

FIGHT!! 

Looks like people are raring for a right!

It's got to be fight, the assassin seems pretty good at his job, dropping all those schmucks like flies. Taking on the Don will be no easy task, with the outcome hanging nicely in the balance im keen to find out what happens next - nice work!

FIGHT!

Wow, that was amazing...of course, after seeing what the assassin can do...

FIGHT!

Flight

Fight of course, you gotta have a fight.

Or flight, cos I'm a coward... :P

Dammit, I can't make up my mind. :D

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

this was really good by the way,

Hey,

Let me introduce myself. I am Salvitor Lorano, the late Albert Lorano's direct descendent. 

I shall be carrying on this story, with only a slight delay as i need to get my affairs in order first!

Well, hello Salvitor, my name is Lana and I say FIGHT!

She had her eyes closed when she yelled FIGHT with enthousiasme. When she opened them, he was nowhere to be found. She looked all over the place...I guess she'll never know what happened with the Don.

Great story.....

Fight, fight, fight!!!!

Its Fight now or Fight later, flight will only buy you limited time. I vote for fight now as they may not be expecting it.

Well, back again,

What am I, cursed?

The show must go on!

Shall have the next part of the story up soon, sorry folks.