Chapter I
That night was anarchy.
Marius was trudging through
Marius walked into a dead end corner, slowly drawing his freezing Police Revolver, ready to fix the problem that plagued lawful society.
BANG!
Blood invaded the silent
BANG! BANG!
Marius was on his knees. Breathing heavily.
He was clutching his right leg, two bullets landed harshly on his thigh and on his knee. His eyes grew large at the sight of what he esimated to be fifty dark figures standing on crates and dumpsters.
“The Anarchy has reached
Anarchy Now!’s smile was mildly sinister. He waved his tattooed right arm, with his trusty Colt King Cobra dangling from his index finger.
His tattoo said “T12.”
Marius was taken over by shock. He had to the GGL, the MDA, the Yakuza.
He had to file a report to the government that hired him.
He had to divulge T12’s terrifying ambition to the world.
But to the Anarchy, all Marius had to do was die.
BANG!
A bullet to the midsection.
Hodges stepped into the light, carrying a face that was screaming: “LET ME!” He stuck the barrel of his gun into Marius’s bleeding mouth.
“Feels a lot like sucking cock, doesn’t it Mary?”
Marius gargled out something that sounded like “Fuck you.”
Then darkness.
Chapter II
It was a busy day in the GGL offices.
In one room, Stokesy was having a heated telephone conversation.
“How could you fuck the numbers up you dumbass?!” bellowed the strongest and most popular mafia hitman in the world.
The room shook and the carpets were blown away as Stokesy stomped. This is the unfortunate curse of the level 460-something mammoth as his strength was at abnormal levels.
“Donnie J DiMarco?! Who the fuck is that? All you had to do was give it to our man! We could’ve made a killing! And now the only killing that’ll happen is between me and you IMDCHAMP!”
Near the basement of the GGL headquarters was a sultry, curvaceous brunette. She was encircling Enrico Palini, right hand man or Anarchy Now!, like a vulture, ready to strike at anytime.
The room was dark, but on the walls one could see the lifeless body of MsSmith plastered and mutilated.
“For the last time, who – killed – Marius.”
“I’d tell you, but show me some legs first, Amaya.”
The Anarchist was sharper than they expected.
Palini continued: “We don’t follow anybody’s rules, not yours, not MDA’s – so you can go ahead and kill me if you want.”
But from what would happen, any amount of sharpness would have gone nowhere. Footsteps louder than even Stokesy’s were echoing in the dimly-lit basement. Enrico had felt death before but this was different – he had a feeling he was in for some ride.
Grease flooded the space underneath the basement door. From that alone, the Anarchist knew that there was no way out. No way at all. There was no way but fleshy’s way.
Anarchists would die for their cause, but they wouldn’t “experience” fleshy for any cause.
And with that, the GGL knew.
Chapter III
All the girls in Narita airport in
“I hate this job,” the Wakagashira Underboss said to himself.
Being a diversion isn’t convenient, being a supermodel diversion is hell.
On the western wing of the airport complex, a tall, rugged man with a pair of Oakleys and a Hawaiian shirt was marching with ten other men trailing him and clearing the way.
“Joey, I’m on my way. Prepare your best hos for when I get there aite? And tell that bastard Cobalt to be there, can’t be too careful these days, yeah?”
[i]Gimpster was scouring the shady portions of Shinjuku. He was carrying a black bag that looked like an ominous sack of balls. Names like Kishin, Ozzy Fudd and cheeseroyale all fluttered away, and in a few minutes –
BANG!
Eney didn’t have time to think. And now his thinking, along with his breathing will be impaired for the rest of his prompt life. A bullet to head – without mercy, without hesitation.
Gimpster put his gun back in his coat, revealing slightly the legendary tattoo that belongs to the Yakuza. And up to this day, no one has seen it and lived to tell about it. He grabbed his Nokia and quickdialed.
“The Anarchy in
Before G-Money™ boarded his private jet.
He addressed the rest of the Yakuza with an unyielding aura.
“Onto the battlefield then.”
And he walked.
Chapter IV
Various representatives were present.
The giants of the mafia world were all gathered in
The name list was magnificent. The turn-out? 100%.
Amaya, Stokesy and shadesOG from GGL. Joey2Toes, Cobalt, Ninja and Caitiff form the MDA. G-Money, Gimpster, ViperGQ from the Yakuza.
And all the famed combat trainers in the criminal underworld.
It was Jimmy the Bunny’s funeral.
There was not one man present that didn’t undergo the harsh yet fruitful regimen of Jimmy the Bunny. All his riches were turned over to his prodigious son Brad the Bunny, who was still an infant.
The big guns of MDA were gathered around him. Careful of the others’ every move.
Shrek the Bunny gave his speech, and how apt a speaker he was – him and Jimmy were brothers. Brothers in the same sense as George W. Bush and Tony Blair.
There was an air of bitterness and discomfort, but none of the mafia complained.
“Jimmy and I grew up together; we robbed the same banks, busted the same people out of prison, and hilariously badged the same car millions of times.
We founded two of the largest mafia training organizations in the world. The bunnies that grace us with their presence today are results of Jimmy’s vision, which I religiously follow to this day.
Moreover, Jimmy started the MDBank, which is now the largest money laundering operation in the world of organized crime. Even those Italians were in awe when he first conceptualized it.
His death is one that will not be easily forgo—“
“AHHHHH!” screamed a man in a brown tuxedo.
Cobalt had him in an arm lock.
“Don’t you fucking think for one second about getting your filthy hands on Jimmy’s kid motherfucker! You made drop my cigarette, you’re gonna die!”
Cobalt twisted his arm further back and clinically sliced his head off with a concealed kitchen knife.
The man dropped dead and revealed a tattoo.
T12.
The gang leaders looked at each other. From the look on their faces, one could easily tell… they knew what was happening.
But they didn’t expect one thing.
A dark figure blistered past Stokesy, drew a revolver with each hand and shot down Amaya and BunnyHump swiftly, barely missing their vitals.
When the figure finally revealed himself – he wore a boyish smile, and pleasantly said:
“Hi! My name is Matt!”
And the disaster that followed would dictate much of the popular “Mafia Revolution” that is imprinted in history.
Chapter V:
The Anarchy surrounded the funeral area and burned the surrounding trees and plants. It was chaos, and the one who enjoyed it the most was Amaya.
“Hey Matt, almost got me there – almost is the key word.”
Amaya took off her lady tux and revealed a sparkling new camo vest.
“You ruined my new camo vest, now you’re gonna pay.”
Matt shrugged and rushed at Amaya like a rabid dog.
BANG!
A bulle tto Matt’s knee ligament.
“We don’t play fair either, and that camo vest was an expensive anniversary gift, fucker.”
Fleshy man was there, much to Matt’s terror.
On the other end of the warzone, the lower level GGl and MDA members were warring with the Anarchists. Bulletfire rained, chipping tombstones and luxury mausoleums.
Then in a surprise move, Anarchy Now! screamed “Retreat!”
TGTthe12 grabbed a few wounded Reservoir Dogs who joined the raid and commanded his men away as well.
The Yakuza ed everyone in the area. Their spies couldn’t believe their eyes – no one could. The members flocked towards the funeral area and discovered the true pain of war.
Amaya and fleshyman. Lifeless.
This wasn’t the Anarchy everyone knew and chronically hospitalized.
This was different.
Chapter VI
The death of the two stalwarts of GGL made newspapers all over the world. The mafia underworld was going public, and that meant the end for some mafia.
Politics can never be prevented; even in times of turmoil the thought of reigning supreme over the world seems too inciting a thought. And proof of this is the travesty that would befall the mafia world.
Cobalt came home from a long day at work – he opened the door and saw sunglasses.
Sunglasses, in the mafia world, mean death.
It wasn’t a man waiting for Cobalt. It wasn’t anything that anyone could comprehend. It was Dave.
Dave, the chief of the Interpol, was waiting for Cobalt. Thirty people armed with AK47s surrounded him.
Cobalt spoke.
“Finally gathered enough evidence I assume?”
Dave nodded.
“I’m the last one alive then.”
Dave nodded again.
“After this cigarette please.”
And the cigarette burned out.
Dave was grabbed his cellular phone and quick dialed a number.
“Thanks for the evidence.”
The voice replied: “I appreciate the favor.”
And Dave replied: “You better. It’s the last one I’ll ever do for you Stokesy.”
Newspapers found the dead bodies of MDA members all over
1 comment:
Holy damn Paolo! Keep those chapters coming:] keep up the good work;)
-Polyking
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