"The plan is simple,get into the club,eliminate Prucci,and get out."

"The plan is simple,get in the club,eliminate Prucci,and get out." The

nervous Chaotic repeated to himself,wiping the sweat off of his face.

This was the first important mission he'd been sent to do since he

started his,'career'.

Don Vito Prucci had been terrorizing shopkeepers in Vegas,and had to

be terminated. The order was given by Don Ragnarok himself. Chaotic had

police contacts who would first enter the building,and disarm

everyone,if anybody got in their way,they would 'accidentally' get a

bullet to the head.

All Chaotic had to do was sit back and watch,and kill Prucci of

course. It was time. Lieutenant Michael Devich of the Vegas Police

Department had brought a six man crew,heavily armed. And the team sped

to their destination.

"Hello Lieutenant Devich."

"Hello Johnny,so,as we drive,lets talk prices. Your bloodline has

been very good to mine in the future,I'll do this for,eh...a good 200

grand?"

"200 grand,Michael? I was thinking along the lines of 100 to 125 grand."

"Haha...Kid,you dont know the dangers of my doing this,do you?"

"I really dont give a fuck."

"Well,I could have my license taken away and be in a prison cell,like that."

"Why are you telling me this,Devich? Do you want to do the job,or not?"

"You dipshit kid,for the right damn price you cheapskate motherfucker."

"150 grand is as high as I'll go."

"A mafiosi is suppose to be a businessman. If you were a real

mafioso you would be open for negosiation,you close-minded asswipe."

"Well then your lucky,cause if I were a 'real mafioso' you would be dead right now for talking to me like that."

Devich stared at the young,but serious man in the eyes.

"Fine.150 thousand it is." He said,with a smile.

The van arrived to the club.

"Game time." Devich said,getting out of the van,gun in hand. When

the police squad was far away from Chaotic,Devich mumbled,"Change of

plan boys,that man wants to make threats,fuck him."

Chaotic slaps himself in the face.

"I'm sorry,I have just woken up,and it seems I made a little mistake, 'Your bloodline has been very good to mine in the future' Of course,it means in the PAST. Sorry!

Lieutenant Devich,and his 6 team-mates made their way into the club,firing all over the place immediately,killing almost everyone inside. Devich hopped onto a table and spoke to the survivors.

"Where's Prucci?"

Two gunshots were fired,Devich soon noticed two men in his squad fall to the floor in a puddle of blood - Dead.

"You want to play like that?"

Devich squeezed the trigger of his tommy gun,sending 25 more bullets flying through the room.

Another three gunshots,two more police dead.

"Take cover boys!"

Devich said to the last two of his men.

Gunshots being fired,back and fourth,soon Devich was the only one left,he searched for survivors,none. Prucci was probably barricaded in his upstairs office. Devich walked outside,and gave Chaotic the go,with a thumbs up sign.

Chaotic made his way to the club entrance,noticing all of the dead bodies.

"Where's Prucci?"

"Most likely upstairs."

"Ok,wait down here."

"Oh,sure,yeah.."

Chaotic walked up,one stair at a time,slowly making his way to the stop of the staircase. There was a door,Prucci had to be in there. Chaotic approached the door,colt .45 in hand. Then two shots rang through the silent club,Chaotic fell to the floor,looking up into Devich's eyes.

"Teach your punk-ass to mess with me!"

He kicked Chaotic in the ribs.

"Johnny,our bloodline's were friends,this could have happened peacefully,but you ruined it 'Chaotic' whatever kind of a nickname that is."

"You'll soon find out,Devich."

"Ha ha ha. What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll see."

"You think you scare me,boy?"

"Fuck you."

Bang!

Devich fired a shot,directly into Chaotic neck. Blood began to flow out of his mouth and neck.

"Rest in Peace,you low-life bitch."

Devich turned to go down stairs.

Two shots were fired from Chaotics weapon.

Chaotic got up to his feet,and walked over to Devich,who was laying on his ground,bleeding.

"They call me Chaotic," He paused,and fired a single bullet into Devich's head. "Because I'm invincible."

Chaotic then checked the room,it was empty,Prucci wasn't there.

"Mission fucking failed." Chaotic sighed,and left before the police arrived.

(OOC:To be continued)

Sorry about the mission, hope to see the next part very well done!

i enjoyed reading that

i cant wait till you write the other part, im hooked

One night after the shootout - Saturday 12:07 PM

"What do you mean you didn't get Prucci!?" The words rang through Chaotic's ears as _Ragnarok_ scolded him. "You screwed the first mission I sent you on,Chaotic."

"Sir...Please,give me one more chance,I promise you,I will get him this time. Please." Chaotic begged. Ragnarok sighed. "Fine. One more chance. No more screw-ups,Chaotic,I'm counting on you."

A wide grin spread across the young Chaotic's face as he went to plot his next attack.

Sunday  7:15 PM

"Massacre - 26 dead bodies found at the Prucci Night club,seven of which were officers in the Las Vegas Police department.We,at the moment have no leads on who could have done this,police say it must be gang rel-" Chaotic through down the morning paper. "Made the front page." He laughed to himself.

"If only my name were listed on there somewhere,eh Chaotic?"

Chaotic turned to see Don Prucci,in his apartment,armed.

"How did you get in here?"

"That doesn't matter. You and me,we got some business to settle."

Chaotic reached for his colt .45 but wasn't fast enough. He was punched in the ribs.

"What is this - This Ragnarok man thinking anyways? Nobody can eliminate me. Especially some good-for-nothin' earner!"

He through another punch,landing it in the face.

"How do you know so much about me?"

"That doesn't matter,young one.Rest in Peace,Chaotic."

He lifted his gun to be pointed directly at Chaotic. Chaotic quickly turned around,ran as fast as he could,and bashed through his window,and fell from the third floor.

(OOC:To be continued)

He hit the ground with a thud. Prucci looked down.

"Still twitching...Time to finish this."

Prucci slowly made his way down to the bottom of the stairs,he opened the door,gone...Chaotic was gone.

"This is no human." Prucci kept repeating as he loaded his weapon,searching for Chaotic. It was quiet out...Chaotic emerged from a shadow,behind Prucci. Limping,he quietly made his way to his target. He had no gun. His hands,now,were the only weapon he needed.

"Where are you,kid? I'm gonna find ya." Prucci quietly said to himself. Chaotic was only feet away when he was startled. Prucci turned around.

"Gotcha!"

He fired once,hitting Chaotic in the chest. Chaotic came back with a powerful blow,hitting Prucci in the forehead,knocking him down. Prucci aimed to fire again,Chaotic kicked his gun yards away. Chaotic kicked Prucci in the ribs,and headed for the gun.

Prucci grabbed Chaotics leg,tripping him. Chaotic was too hurt to get back up. He was doomed for sure.

Once Prucci got the gun,he put it to Chaotic's head.

"You fucked with the wrong people."

"No,Prucci,you did."

Suddenly a blade emerged for Chaotics' sleeve and stuck Prucci in the head. Killing him.

"This is what happens..." He paused to clean his knife. "When you fuck with the High Rollers."

What happens What Happens I'm so curious

Wait is that it?

Yup. I might write a sequel...Maybe.

cool

Oderus watches from a distance, contemplating whether or not he should step in and assist.

"No, he seems to have everything under control here."

Oderus heads back to his hideout, happy to know that Don Ragnarok employed such a fine criminal