That was pretty awesome.
That was pretty awesome.
9. @Dark Blueberry;
7) Outside forms of communication are allowed. Make sure to include me in all PMs, QTs, and skype conversations. My skype name is mwtoZP
Sweet. :) Gotpika's pretty much confirmed now. :D
Heh nice we are making pogress. :)
Well that was a good outcome!! Here's to many more like that!
Ah, good luck to my ol' scum buddies! It was fun while it lasted!
/late death post XD
Sorry I haven't been posting much, school has been so busy lately, but I'll be posting more from here on out. It's a surprise to see one of the mafia's dead already. Pretty cool.
Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours.
“What happened to you?" she asked.
"I got hit in the side."
“Z: "You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck."
Phury: "That was you?"
Z:"You think it was Santa Claus of some shit?”
“You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident," Butch said.
Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. "You broke my window."
"Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it."
"Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.”
“Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, "You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves."
Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.”
“Make me breakfast. I want to take it in the sunroom, not at the dining table.”
Mr. D left, and about ten minutes later, when Lash wasn’t seeing double anymore from fury, he went downstairs and parked it in
front of a nice spread of bacon, eggs, toast with jam, and OJ. Mr. D had squeezed the oranges himself, evidently. Which, considering how good the s**t tasted, was justification enough for not
having blasted the fucker right out of his combat boots. The other slayers ended up all gathered in the sunroom’s entryway, watching him eat like he was pulling off a magic trick and a half. Just as he took a good last long suck from his cup of coffee, one of them said, “What the f**k are you?”
Lash wiped his mouth with his napkin and calmly removed his jacket. As he stood up, he undid the buttons down the front of his
pastel pink shirt. “I am your motherfucking king.” With that, he opened the shirt and willed his skin to slit down the sternum. With his ribs cranked wide, he bared his fangs and exposed his black, beating heart. As a group, the lessers jumped back. One even crossed himself, the f**ker.
Lash calmly closed up his chest and rebuttoned his shirt and sat back down. “More coffee, Mr. D.”
The cowboy blinked stupidly a couple of times, doing an excellent impression of a sheep confronted with a math problem. “Yes . . . yes, suh.”
Lash picked up his cup again and met the pale faces in front of him. “Welcome to the future, gentlemen. Now get your asses
moving, I want the first floor of this place empty before the mailman comes at ten thirty.”
Phury sat in his bed his prosthesis off a blunt of red smoke in his hand. In his lap sat his notebook for drawing in which he had just finished another drawing and was now covering it up with ivy. Due to the smell of the red smoke being the only smell in his room he didn’t notice when the lesser entered. The lesser lunged for Phury who noticed just in time to roll out of the way off his bed. Unfortunately without his leg on he was at a disadvantage as the lesser his back holding on to his beautiful waves of red, blond, and brown hair. While he put up a good fight the lesser won in the end managing to stab him in his heart. No one heard the whole incident as the sound of Puccini’s Che Gelida Manina was much louder than the fighting. After killing another brother the lesser walked off proudly but quietly without getting caught.
Meanwhile in another part of the mansion the cop stole glances at Lash, the patient they had brought in. He had made a full recovery and was currently helping the brotherhood. The Cop on the other hand kept feeling as though something was off, though he couldn’t sense Lash as having anything to do with the Lessening Society.
Lash walked away from Brian O’ Neal into a more private area of the mansion. Stretching he smiled at the fact that he was fooling not only Dhestroyer but the rest of the brotherhood as well. Suddenly his phone went off. He immediately recognized the number answering it. “Did you do the deed?” he asked his loyal lesser.
“Yes sir. Phury son of Aghony is dead.”
Proof came with a scream and Fritz coming down the stairs talking about Phury, tears in his eyes.
Once Fritz was out of site, Lash laughed as he hung up without saying a word. “Those idiots don’t know how deep they are in.”
“And you don’t know how deep you’re in. I wonder should I give Qhuinn the pleasure of killing you again or maybe John this time. The maker knows you deserve it.”
Lash glared at the owner of the voice. The fallen angel staying with the brotherhood stood their smiling that he caught Lash. He launched at the angel, dagger in hand to kill.
The Fallen Angel glowed brightly blinding Lash temporarily long enough to turn his dagger on himself. Lash fell to the ground dead.
Vishous growled at the angel. “I knew you were no good. Apparently Lash caught you and you decided to get rid of him. Were you going to toss him outside to burn up his body and say you didn’t know where he went?”
“Sire if I may. The angel is innocent,” Fritz spoke up having seen the whole scene. “I overheard Lash talking to a lesser. He’s been allied with them this whole time.”
Vishous looked over at the angel curiously. The Maker’s servant shrugged off Vishous pulling out the dagger revealing it to be covered in black lesser blood.
That day the Black Dagger Brotherhood mourned the loss of yet another of their members. Zsadist the twin of Phury sung for his brother, his angelic voice echoing throughout the mansion. Thanks were given to Fallen Angel for helping the brotherhood.
And now since Phury was one of my favorite characters:
It is now Day 3.
Awesome, mafioso out.
GRRRR... You can do it, Mafia!
You can do it, my brother!! XDD