Thread: The Grass Is Always Greener (Crow11 x ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas smiled at the waitress. Finishing his glass of Mountain Dew and waiting for a refill. He again began his tale after coughing up a bit more blood, Killing the gang bangers was different then the ring fights. In the ring their was loose rules, weapons were thrown in, in real world fights anything went. I was still young, a stone axe compared to a naginata. Then one night he showed up, Iam Sarcachetti. He snorted a bit as he said, Ian wasn't a modern day guido, he'd started at the bottom back before World War two. He'd killed his way to the top when necessary and you could see it in his eyes. I remember watching him an old man leaning against a wall I thought he was some mugger. Then he let it loose fiction likes to say that human beings can sense predators. That you know when you are completely out classed because a primal part of your brain recognizes that you are prey. The truth is I'd never run into that. I'd fought other kids and gang bangers men but not fighters not soldiers. Old man Ian's eyes, they made me feel outclassed for the first time in my life. I knew without a doubt if I went for the knife in my pocket he'd gun me down despite the fact he wasn't even holding a gun. He gave me this smile lie he knew what I was thinking and right before I drew the knife with an attempt to take him with me he said No need for that, I just came to talk to the boy responsible for getting revenge for my grand daughter.. Thomas drank half the glass of Mountain dew. Again waiting for a refill before he continued He coughed deep more blood drenching the napkins. leaning back the bloody spots on his torso had grown. He took deep heavy breathes. The kind someone took after being submerged in water for a few minutes. Before resuming his story, Juniper's mother was Ian's daughter. Her mother had made him swear to have no con tact with her. He didn't know abut the Tiger's little message until I'd already fire bombed the fuckers. He gave me two options, 2.2 million dollars, right then and their. He'd make the tiger thing vanish and I would be free. OR, he'd give me a gun and teach me how to hone my natural edge and turn me from a hammer into a Rapier. He ran some more Mountain dew, as he let the memories hit his brain. After wetting his throat he began speaking again, I chose option B, and became a maffia enforcer. The old man's family wasn't' about money or control. He was in charge of making sure the other maffia families followed the rules. You crossed them you crossed him, and you crossed him you crossed me. Imagine that for a second being the guy who killed killers when they got out of line. You had to have luck and be the beast, thus why I spent two years in training that would make green berets break. Thomas sighed as he said, And then three years ago things changed. The family leaders decided they were tire of old man Ian's reign. In one week everything the old man had burned. A double cross left him alive but rotting in prison for the next hundred and fifty years, and I was the only one alive and capable enough to do anything. He coughed up more blood. Downing more Mountain dew. He sighed gently. Slowly he continued his story, This towns gone to shit over the last 3 years right, because the families have grown out of control. No leash their peddling dope breathing the rues. But I'm not the type to relax, no see the old a had a plan. He drank some more Mountain dew as he said, The old man's daughter left her father when she got pregnant. The old an convinced her to put the girl up for adoption, but he kept in contact, even getting her a ob when she needed one at an old Maffia business. Giving her to his best enforcer to keep safe. He coughed up more blood, as he said Thing went fine until one of the families found out. Sent a dozen hitmen to gun her down at work. Of course such a thing assumes that her body guard would let something like that happen. I've just about finished my meal Thana, ready to take back your right by blood, and show these bitches what happens when you fuck with the best? Thomas suddenly shoved the table away yanking her into his lap he palmed and threw a grenade through the air. The suited men who'd walked int went to move but it was too late Most of them were reduced to red mist. As more entered Thomas pulled two .45's, the one in his left hand barked first dropping the first two with a bullet to the right lung and head. Then the right hand barked, catching two of the suited men in the skulls. Then both guns barking continued until Thomas and herself were the only ones left in the diner. The staff had left, Thomas ejected both guns clip. Using a special reload harness he slid them back into their holsters Standing up, he grabbed the pump action sawed off from behind the bar. Along with the box of ammo the owner kept their. Checking the gun was loaded he said, Sorry for this beautiful, I'd hoped to keep you out of the war, but the shits hit the fan, so you have two choices. Stay here and they will kill you, or and I'm sorry, but it fits too perfectly, come with me if you want to live.