Jax makes his way to the stand, once he's in place the crowd of mobsters take notice and their combined voices begin to sneak it's way into silence; much like a cloud of thunder passing by. Even though Jax is a natural born killer hardened by the streets he finds himself feeling something he hasn't felt in a long time. His palms are sweaty and his heart pounding so hard it feels like he's being thrashed in a boxing fight.

He thinks to himself "shake it off Jax your here now your no coward get rid of these so called feelings say what you came to say.

While he comforts himself the wind gently blows the ties worn by the thugs and made men like a kiss being swept off the hand. Everybody looks up as the first sound has been made...

BANG!.. BANG!... over and over, the horrific sounds of a tommy gun emptying it's drum

sound like sweet music...

Ever body panics... but it's to late seven men are dead before they knew it. 

As their body drops... the beat stops, the assassin  toss the empty clip reload and cocks

And aim for the oncoming cops

He he sprays shots from their chest to their socks...

Then stops and head for his ride on the side of the block!

More to come :D

If yawl like it I'll write more. So please do be honest critics.

I like it. Nice rhymes :p

MORE MORE!

This was really good!

Please write more. :)

Not bad at all. Enjoyed the read look forward to more.

very witty and clever. I enjoyed it.. ;)