20 years ago, there I was, a young boy, 16 years of age. I had no family, no money, no friends. I was ready to end it all. I was lucky to decide against it.

One day, I am walking down a road, the cobblestone path flooded, chilling my bare feet. I saw someone. He was in his fourties, tall and thin, wearing a black suit and tie. He look respectable, yet at the same time dangerous. That was the best chance I have had in a lifetime to make some cash. I pulled a knife out of my pocket and flicked it open.

"Move, b*tch", I said, motioning towards an alleyway.

He decided to listen. Man, this was too easy. If things got out of control, I always had the gun. My dad gave it to me, the day before he died. I would never sell it, even though I knew it was worth more than a Las Vegas casino.

"Gimme the money, NOW!"

This is where things get good. And I DON'T mean bad.

Two men come out, holding machine guns. They got ready to fire, but my "victim" was against it.

"Listen, kid, my name is don Recro, and I will give you a chance to fix your mistake..."

"You have the opportunity to change your entire life here", comes a voice from behind you, as you turn slowly, you see Frickin' Revenge standing tall, with a smile on his face, a rose in one hand, and a colt .45 in the other.

Another man from the oppisate angle came up from behind you and put a gun to the back of your head.

You better listen to him. I don't think you wanna die here in a smelly alley.

I act confused, but hopeful. "Maybe they won't shoot me. Maybe I have a chance."

The don begins to speak.

"You seem to be a rather street-smart kid. A little foolish, but street smart. I know who you are, believe it or not. Maybe more so than you do."

I really am confused now. "Knows me? Stalker." I thought to myself.

He continues "As a don, I am respected. Unfortunatly, I am also hated. That is where you come in."

"I have men everywhere. The problem is, I have a spy. A traitor. And none of my men are safe. To carry out some "work" I need to hire outside men. All of my men are know, or could be the traitor themself. I am giving you a chance. Normally, any kid who did this would be dead. But for a certian reason, you are different. I can't tell you why, just that you are, and you could be of use. If you take care of something for me, I will not only let you live, but find you a spot in my family. Well, what do you think..."

I'll tell you guys some more either at later or tommorow.

good story, i really enjoyed it.

(OOC: I thought this was a Role playing thing. :/)

(OOC: If I ever make a role-play story, I will label it role-play, to make things clear. This does not have the label, so for everyone reading, don't role-play.)

Good story man

What did the guy think I was, an idiot? My dream, to be a mafioso? Either that or die? What damned mentally disturbed wacko would choose death?!

"Alright."

Great, then" Recro continues. "You will be forced to take care of some gangsters of a family on my turf. We are at war with the Stracci family. I need to make sure that the whole business shall be taken care of."

He pulls out a yellow sheet of paper.

"Take this. I want all of this to be taken care of by the end of the month. Do them in any order you chose, exept for 10. They shall be done at the same time, by the same bullet, last. Do you understand? Good luck."

Recro and his men walk away, leaving mnirem alone to think this whole thing through. He looks at the paper:

1: Richard Guillmero- soldato of the Stracci family. He has been trying to do what he can to run our warehouses and hubs. He needs to be taken care of. He will be at Verazano warehouse tommorow, trying to screw up the cementing plans. Take care of it.

this story was just getting good.  i hope to see the rest soon. good work.

Story?! You think this is a story? Hell, you best get out of the streets if you think this is some fairy-tale nursery rhyme. This guy nearly got shot, and you're all staring at him, telling him how good of a "story" it was? Hot damn! I'd be high-tailing it out of here if it weren't for the big boys keeping order over there. You were all almost witnesses to a mugging.

Although, this mnirem kid looks like he knows what he's doing. Although, it seems a bit odd to be proclaiming such a hit in the streets. If I were Mr. Guillmero, I'd be watching my back...

mnirem stands outside of the door to Verazano warehouse. It was easy as pie to take care of the guard. Old man, in his fifties, a wise guy in the Stracci family.Threw him over the ledge into the sea.

I, having grown up in the streets, learned many skills that kept him alive. One was pickpocketing, the other was picking locks. I slipped a key to the balcony from a worker. I would need that later. For now, all I had to do was open the door, get to the balcony, and fix Guillmero. Easy as pie. I knew the layout of this place all too well. I must have robbed the place a dozen times over, made over 3k. \

I heard the door unlock as he twisted his pin. I ran in, shot up the stairs, and disappeared into the offices.

Guillmero was there, speaking with the head of construction of this project, John Anthony Lambini. They were walking through the halls, people working on typewriters and on phones. They were walking towards the balcony at the end of the hall. I got up, and ran to the the end of the hall. None of the workers noticed me. It was all too easy. I pulled the key out from my pocket, and swung the door open.

Lambini was dead, a gunshot wound to the head. Guillmero was there, holding a pistol at Lambini's dead body. He was staring at me, in shock. I guess he didn't expect for a kid to burst through the door. I punched him in the face and broke his nose. I then grabbed onto him and whispered, "Don't mess with me, b*tch." I threw him off of the balcony, into street below. He was encased in wet cement, drowning in it. That was my first kill. It meant little to me then, but not until I was a member of the family did I realize what I did. I didn't kill him, the cement did. It isn't my fault humans can't fly. I got over it.

Time for the next kill.

2: Jackie "The Storm" Monty- A Capo to the Stracci family. He is trying to make a deal with the don of the Lombardi family to help them in the war. He will meet with Aldo Lombardi at Rosa's casino in downtown Detroit. Make sure the meeting never takes place.

I stood there, waiting. I was at a toll booth 1/2 mile from the casino. The only way over.

I had to take care of the operator, but now all that I have to do is wait for the right moment.

I saw a limousine coming up. It had the Stracci family crest. This one was too easy. As the Limo drove up, it didn't slow down. Then I remembered. The Stracci's have control over the casino. They could get in free. I had to think fast.

I hit the button, bringing down the barrier, and jumped out of the booth. The limo came to a stop. One of the men jumped out. That was my chance. I jumped underneath the limo and held on to the bottom.

I waited.

About 20 minutes later, the limo came to a stop. I watched as 4 men exited the vehicle. There was a guard, the shofur, don Lombardi, and my target. I jumped out from the bottom. I had to think. How am I going to get them. I'm too young.

I then noticed an air vent. It was better than nothing. I took out a screwdriver and took out all of the screws. I crawled through the  vent, and after 10 or 20 minutes, I came to an opening that led to an office. I smashed through the opening and fell onto the desk. I layed there in pain for a few moments. I then got up.

I heard voices. I could make out what they were saying.

"Mr. Lombardi, perhaps you may reconsider."

"I am sorry, but this is out of the question. My family shall not take part in this war."

"Hmmmm. Let us speak of this a little more in here..."

The door begins to open. I reach for the gun in my waistband.

The two of them come in with a guard. I pull out my gun and shoot the guard dead. I then capped Monty in the knee. I shot him in the head to finish him off.

The don runs off, screaming. The alarm was raised. I had to act fast. I ran 3 halls down, and entered another office. I hid the gun and hit list in the desk. I then ran towards the exit. The police came. I felt a bullet go through my leg. I fell to the ground, in pain. They surrounded me. I was screwed...

I will come out with the next part of the story at 6:00.

look forward to reading it

I must have fallen asleep at some point after being hit, because I remember waking up inside a comfy, clean bedroom. I looked out, and realized where I was. I was inside don Recro's compound. This meant one of two things. One, he saved me to have me continue the hits, or two, he saved me so he could kill me on his own because I got caught.

Don Recro walked into the room.

"So, kid. How would you like to die?"

It was possibility number two.

"What?"

"You heard me, kid. You screwed up, and we can't afford screw-ups these days. Especialy from outsiders. It makes us seem weak. that we are desperate. I don't like that. We need this taken care of. And now. So you have to die, I'm afraid. I expected better fro-"

"Don Recro", a man bursted in. "We know who the traitor is!"

"What?"

"It is Franky Hill!"

I knew that name. Franky "the madman" Hill. He was an associate to don Recro.

Recro turns to me.

"Kid, you have one more chance."

Hah, I told it exactly at 6 PM. lol.

I knew what he was going to say. It was so obvious. It is a terrible idea. To put a child against the madman. He might as well just shot me then and there. But I had an idea.

"I want you to kill him" Redro said.

"Alright" I replied.

"And one more thing."

"Yes?"

He held something in his hand.

"I believe this is yours."

It was the gun! How did he get it?

"Good luck kid. You'll need it."

I will tell the next two parts tommorow.