CHAPTER 4
MAFIA CITY
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CHAPTER 4
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|CLIPPER'S LAIR, ZAGREB|
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Gory would be the best description of the scene. The whole hall was blood red with groans and yelps of pain emanating from every corner. Pale and lifeless bodies could be seen littering the whole place. Amid this mass destruction stood a merc; a loud demon-like chuckle resounded from the merc as a low whirling sound followed.
The glassy part over the head slowly reverted its position. Modric's head was left uncovered as he bursted into a loud laughter of mockery.
"A**holes!"he spat with disdain. He viewed the havoc he had used his machine to cause.
He wiggled his brows tauntingly as he laughed maniacally again. "Pathetic men!"he said. Mockery sat on his voice.
"Hahaha...aaaaaahhhhh!"he was laughing but, suddenly, it turned into a loud cry of pain.
The machine began to wirl and spark. "Entering self destruct in 360 seconds!"a robotic voice sounded from the machine.
His eyes popped open in shock; "What! No...no...no..."he growled.
"...what's happening?"he soliloquiezed with fright.
"I happened!"a baritone voice sounded as Murphy emerged from the entrance with two men beside him.
Modric's eyes popped open in surprise. He stood there stupefied and asked quizzically. "You?... How?"
In response; Murphy gave a deep wicked chuckle.
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OAKFALLS
ROLLINS' DOWNTOWN PUB
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Don Omar took a long gulp as he gobbled down the alcoholic drink in his glass cup. Rollins sat opposite him as he peered at him unwaveringly.
"You've had enough man, you wanna go coco?"Rollins said as he grabbed Don Omars' hands.
"Ok...ok..."Don Omar raised his hands up in surrender.
"The Crib's just boring since Murphy went on a special mission... I dismissed the men till he returns..."he mumbled.
He sighed as he arose with a shaky feet. "I gotta go now bro, thanks for your company... Ci vediamo dopo(See ya later)!"Don Omar said. He smiled at Rollins and grabbed his car key, he exited the pub.
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OMAR'S CRIB
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A croaky cough resounded as a figure sauntered into the dimly lit hallway of the crib.
The figure continually wheezed as he clutched his chest in pain. He swayed sideways as he held the wall for support. It was Don Omar.
He got to the door which leads to a room as he placed his shivering right palm on a glassy part of it; instantly, the door creaked open then, he pushed his way into the room.
He suddenly lost balance as he fell down yet, he managed to attain a crawling position as he crawled towards a box beside a king sized bed.
A deep chuckle sounded from behind him as he paused.
"Not so easy bro..."a voice filled with sarcasm muttered behind him. He paused, veins appeared on his forehead. His breath became laboured. Weakness and pain stabbed his heart at the voice he had. He stared at the floor as blood... Thick black and red blood found its way out of his mouth with a green slimy liquid dangling on his lower lip and an unpleasant odour pervaded the air.
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MAFIA CITY
Written by: Gong's Pen
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★★★★★★★★★★★
FLASHBACK¶¶¶
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Immediately Modric made his entrance with the merc. Everyone paused their steps as they stared at him. Murphy's spectacle beeped as he began to analyze the merc then he found a weak spot. The army of Omar's men were shivering as they stared at the machine. They were left dumbstruck but, instinctively and cunningly, Murphy took well calculated backwards steps through the army of Omar's men as he made his way back to his car outside the Clipper's base.
He retrieved the box he had placed inside the car earlier then unlocked it as the pistol and sniper gun stared at him. A smirk creased his face.
PRESENT TIME¶¶¶
•|ZAGREB|•
"... What... What did you do... To me?" Modric asked as fear clouded his appearance. On the chest side of the merc; the point through which a bullet had pierced precisely was a web-like extension as a countdown was vividly shown.
"...300...290." It read as silence pervaded the room.
A smirk rested on Murphy's face as he grinned like a lunatic in addition. He clapped his hands three times.
250... The countdown showed.
"This little baby ruined you Clipper."he (Murphy) stated as he raised the pistol in his right hand up to eye level. He kissed the trigger as he smiled wickedly.
"... Call it the Platinum web... Your alloy is weak. Now, who's the boss? Omar or you?" He said as he stared at a shivering Modric with mocking eyes.
"Omar!"Modric uttered aloud.
"Yeah, I know that already... So, are you gonna hands off the Colombian deal?"Murphy asked again as he tilted his head like a possessed man. His gaze unwaveringly bore an invincible hole into a scared Modric.
"Ye... Yes... Yesssssss, I will!" Modric answered while shivering.
A chuckle escaped Murphy's lips as he pocketed the gun and balanced his sunshades well then, he backed Modric.
"Good boy.... Now, go rest with daddy Lucifer!"he stated with a wide and wicked grin.
"No... No... No oo... Please.... No oo..." Modric pleaded as the merc began to beep. The countdown showed 120 seconds.
"You've got less than 120seconds left... You could call baby Jesus to save you dude... But, as for me..."he spoke as he shuddered then wiggled his brows amusingly.
"... I'm here to clean up the CLIPPER!" He uttered with a thick voice as he walked off with the two men from earlier following him.
Same time, the merc gave a whirling sound as it clung tightly to Modric's body with sparks traveling around it.
"Ahhhhhhh... Ahhhh..." Modric groaned as he felt suffocated. Then, electric currents began to travel around his whole system... He was electrocuted as he began to turn pale and lifeless.
Murphy stopped at the counter as he carried the unconscious female receptionist in bridal style then placed her inside his car then. He start the car, marched on the throttle then 'romanced' the gear as he made it jerk forward, he sped off.
Immediately Murphy and the remaining survivors sped out of the compound... A loud explosion occurred as the whole supermarket caught flames.
He stopped at a point as he carried the receptionist out then placed her at the entrance of a bungalow. He entered the car again then sped off.
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VERRATI'S CRIB, OAKFALLS
|12:AM|
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The still night smelt of freshness as a black Bugatti swerved it way into the compound of the crib. The headquarters of the late mafia boss, Jace Veratti.
The exotic car came to a halt as the engine was killed. The doors opened and a man stepped down from the car. A black mexican hat sat on his head, it was drawn to cover part of his face. A black walking stick was in his palms as he moved forward.
The guards at the door opened it and bowed for him. He went past them as he entered.
Inside the building, he encountered a well set living room and three men who were on their feet.
He proceeded towards a sofa and sank into it. All the while, his walking stick and shoes were the only thing making a sound.
"Welcome home, Lorenzo,"one of the man said. He had an average height with a soft voice. His face depicted one in his mid fifties.
Lorenzo took off the hat and sank his back into the chair then crossed his legs. "Good to see you, Dante. Sembra che tu non invecchi(You seem not to age),"he said.
The man, Dante smiled at the remark. " Tu la pensi così(You think so)?"
Lorenzo nodded softly with a short-lived smile. He waved his hand and the men all sat down.
" Allora, qual è il tuo piano per tornare a casa dopo che sei scappato, sei tornato per vendetta(So, what's your plan for coming home after you ran away, are you back for retribution)?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm back home to change the story and e per vendicare papà(and to avenge papa)."
"Good."
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THE NEXT DAY
|OAKFALLS|
|OMAR'S CRIB|
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MURPHY'S NARRATION
The uncomfortable position my body was in made me jerk awake in fright. My breath hitched as I beheld my feet tied together and my hands tied with a rope above my head. I sucked in a heavy breath of surprise. I was in a dark room with no light.
What was this?
"Hello..." I called as my eyes scanned through the thick darkness.
I tried to remember what made me become a tied person and it did came. Yes... I returned from Croatia immediately after the successful elimination of Modric.
Immediately I stepped down from the helicopter, an awful feeling engulfed my being yet, I shrugged it off. Only for me to hear a sudden gunshot... No! It was two gunshots as the two men beside me fell down in death. Confusion clouded my mind as I couldn't process what was happening.
I became at alert but, it was rather too late as I felt something sting me in my neckline.
What?
My eyes widened in shock and fright. For the first time in years; fear hit me hard.
What's happening? Hope it ain't what I'm thinking?
Suddenly, I heard a click as the room became extremely bright.
I had to bend my head so as to adjust my sight to the brightness.
When I had adjusted. I slowly raised my eyes up as the smell of smoke from a pipe began to seep through my nostrils.
I finally had my eyes up as my greatest shock hit me hard.
Don Omar's pale dismembered head stared at me in agony. A tear slipped past my eyelids as my eyes slowly followed the hand which held it. Trailing it with sadness I had my eyes on the nitwit!
Macho Axel Marshall!
Omar's immediate younger brother.
I felt my eyes darken at that instant with pangs of pain racking through my heart.
"No oo oo!" I screamed. I cried.
"You traitor!"I seethed as I clenched my fists.
"Haha!" He laughed maniacally.
"Accept it Murphy... Almighty Don Omar is gone and... I now call the shots here... Haha!" He said as he resumed his maniac laughter. At the same time, the room was plung into darkness as the light was switched off then I heard fading steps echoing away with his mocking laughter.
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To be continued.
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