Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 1:02:03 GMT -6
The sounds of pain and suffering could be heard echoing through the construction site. The Royal Flush Gang was in town and it seemed the top gang was giving them trouble. They seemed to want more of a cut, and that wasn't at all what he wanted. Lewis had been very, VERY clear. They would get a specific cut and in return they'd give protection and get an aspect of legal protection. But it seemed they'd been skimming from the top in certain missions. That would not happen, not while he was in charge. Now he had to make an example of this gang to all the others who may get a similar thought. So that was why he'd set up a meeting at the new club site. Nothing out of the ordinary, at first.
When they got there it was the usual sight. Lewis sitting at a table, partially drunk, drinking gin from a tea cup, as usual. He watched as they postured and did their best to make a show of how tough they were. Lewis leaned back and laughed.
"So about our business...."
Lewis pulled out Tweedle Dee and fired one round into the gang leader's thigh. The rest of the gang went to pull their weapons only to have the rest of the Royal Flush Gang come up from behind and drive blades through their throats. Lewis get up with a laugh.
"Set them up all pretty like. You know the drill."
His gang began to drag the rest away as Lewis walked over towards the leader who was on his back. Lewis pointed his gun at him and shook his head.
"Look, you'll die either way. Fighting will only make it worse. You don't want to fight do you?"
He asked as he gripped his staff. The guy stopped and nodded his head. He loved the staff it was so useful.
"Now don't you want to punch yourself in the face until I tell you to stop?"
Again he nodded his head and began punching himself. Soon enough his lip was split and his eye was swollen. Lewis finished his cup of gin before pouring another one.
"Stop."
He stopped and looked at him panting and groaning.
"Now listen here. You tried to take power, I respect that. But you tried to take power from me. I can't have that. So I need to send a message. Right now your men's heads are being placed around the city, on spikes of course. But you, you will be my masterpiece."
He threw a plastic comb on the ground in front of him.
"Don't you want to gouge your left eye out with that?"
The man nodded head and went to work, groaning and screaming in pain. Meanwhile Lewis glanced over at the camera that had been placed to record it. The comb was flexible and he was still trying as the blood began to flow.
When they got there it was the usual sight. Lewis sitting at a table, partially drunk, drinking gin from a tea cup, as usual. He watched as they postured and did their best to make a show of how tough they were. Lewis leaned back and laughed.
"So about our business...."
Lewis pulled out Tweedle Dee and fired one round into the gang leader's thigh. The rest of the gang went to pull their weapons only to have the rest of the Royal Flush Gang come up from behind and drive blades through their throats. Lewis get up with a laugh.
"Set them up all pretty like. You know the drill."
His gang began to drag the rest away as Lewis walked over towards the leader who was on his back. Lewis pointed his gun at him and shook his head.
"Look, you'll die either way. Fighting will only make it worse. You don't want to fight do you?"
He asked as he gripped his staff. The guy stopped and nodded his head. He loved the staff it was so useful.
"Now don't you want to punch yourself in the face until I tell you to stop?"
Again he nodded his head and began punching himself. Soon enough his lip was split and his eye was swollen. Lewis finished his cup of gin before pouring another one.
"Stop."
He stopped and looked at him panting and groaning.
"Now listen here. You tried to take power, I respect that. But you tried to take power from me. I can't have that. So I need to send a message. Right now your men's heads are being placed around the city, on spikes of course. But you, you will be my masterpiece."
He threw a plastic comb on the ground in front of him.
"Don't you want to gouge your left eye out with that?"
The man nodded head and went to work, groaning and screaming in pain. Meanwhile Lewis glanced over at the camera that had been placed to record it. The comb was flexible and he was still trying as the blood began to flow.