Thread: Life Is Not A Joke [Closed]

RE Life Is Not A Joke RevengexThomasRHellsing Thomas raised an eyebrow, You don't know then? He was brought in by the cops a last week, his trial was three days ago. 450 years. The boss was pissed, see him and Washington were doing a run, Izzah's dumb ass got high, and did a street race with like a hundred kilos and two boxes of machine guns in the back of the hummer. Then the tard fishtailed and took out a concrete street divider. So the cops show up, find the drugs and money and cease it. His sentence was insane, because of the amount. Dude's gonna be in prison awhile, and only minimal protection from the crew. Dude's gonna end up shanked. Thomas left Courtney to smoke, draping his arms over Kelly. He smiled at the busty asian waitress who greeted them. Phook Mei, or Mei Phook was the daughter off Mr. Phook. His wife and laughter were both names Mei, and his son was named Yue. Thomas had known them a long time. The waitress smiled as she lead them to a table for three. He ordered a beer a sweet tea, and mountain Dew. Ordering a shrimp, pork, chicken, and beef Lo'mein. Thomas just relaxed and enjoyed himself, flirting with his girlfriend and Courtney both a bit. He wanted a threesome tonight, although he didn't straight out ask. About half way through the meal a loud crowd entered, all wearing bright yellow. In the middle of the crowd a young Man was talking loudly. Only the Rounin wore yellow, a rival of the Saint's. Thomas tensed, but he wasn't suicidal, 5 on one odds weren't good. But importantly he wouldn't risk his son or daughter. After about 15 minutes the brat wondered over, sitting at the table he said, his hand grabbing Kelly's face, Such a pretty white girl, what do you say you join me at my table? I promise you a fun time. Thomas snarled, Kelly had seen him angry, so had Courtney, but neither had seen him this angry. His eyes cold as the 9th circle of hell, and harder then any blade he said, Back of Shogo, or I WILL break you. The old teen or young man chuckled, Oh really Saint? You going to get shot again. I know you got a promotion recently, a promotion for killing my brother. Maybe I should make your bitch moan for me? Thomas chuckled darkly, Maybe, but I've got a gun pointed at your dick, you might survive, but I'm willing to be the pain o your testicles popping from a .45 will never leave you. Here's the question Shogo, you willing to dance with the devil in the pale moon light? The man stood up growling, he ordered, Get him! Three of the Rounin peeled of from the group as the rest left. Thomas smirked, as he said, What do you boys say we handle this the old fashioned way, guns mean a big boy count, and that's bad for business. They nodded, two pulling butterfly knives as Thomas pulled his collapsible baton. The final one pulled a Samurai sword, the Rounin's trademark. Thomas wrapped his coat around his left arm and said, You girls stay back, Courtney watch her and the kid. One of the guys moved forward, swinging the blade. Thomas moved head butting the guy in the face. Then cracking him in the head with the baton. Grabbing his own knife he jammed it into his eye, twisting it he blocked the neck guy's knife with the stolen knife and kneed him hard in the crotch, before driving his stolen knife into his throat. Moving back he and the sword wielder fought or a good ten seconds. Thomas pushed him back, pulled his gun and shot the swordsmen in the head. He groaned as his past injuries throbbed. He tossed a few hundred dollars worth of bills at the cashier saying, Come on, we've got to get out of here. Thomas had just opened the door s the sound of squealing tires reached his ears. He shoved both girls back hard, forgetting in his fer that one was pregnant, and that he'd shoved them hard enough to knock the tables they'd collide with of balance. The sound of automatic gun fire filled the air as the Rounin tried a drive by, Thomas jerked as the bullets his him firing until the gun clicked empty. Six hours later Thomas woke up and felt serious pain, whimpering as the boss said, Thomas it's ok, your safe. Thomas winced, Boss, Shogo he The boss cut Thomas off, Dead, very dead, through and through o one o the shooters, you took out three in a car of five, including Shogo who was the driver. The vest caught most of the rounds, but four of your ribs are shattered. They had to do surgery. Thomas winced saying, The girls? The boss gestured towards the door way.