Absolution Chapter II: Brain"Wash"{Invite}

[Tommy Gunns]

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*Takes Place One Week After...*

"Hired Gunn"

A loud thud could be heard in the background as Tommy stood outside of a door in an unknown building, in a just as unknown location. A cell phone was pressed to his ear firmly as he seemed to be conversing with someone, with a facial expression filled with anger on his face. The phone was quickly repositioned, placed between his ear and his shoulder, freeing both of his hands as he seemed to be examining one of them in particular as he spoke into the phone...

Yea. Yea nigga we got him. Shit...Sumbitch fuckin' bit me tho' man. I know right. Mothafucka' betta' had had his raibes shots nigga.

His voice comes to a pause as he could hear more noises from inside of the room where his Familia Regime brethren and the "target" were located. He turned his head slightly towards the door, shaking his head as he could hear a few four letter words being shouted by his brother in arms, as well as a few from the so unlucky son of a bitch locked inside with him. He shook his head, still listening to the voice on the other end before speaking up again.

Aiight. How long nigga?...Damn...Thought you bastards'll be here by now. What's takin' so long?...

Another pause as he listens to the voice on the other end once again, nodding his head as he listens intently. Then...

Cool. Nah man, nah. I ain't doin' shit befo' you get here dude. Hell I want the rest of my fuckin' money so....I ain't got a choice but to wait ya' know. Yea...Yea man , aiight, aiight...Shit, you sound like my bitch dude. Ain't shit gonna go wrong. That nigga so fucked up he can't even hardly walk straight man. Heh...Yea I did that...What?...Yea cool, shit bring whoeva'. Don't matta'. Shit still gotta get done so...Aiight. One.


He slams the phone shut hard, turning and entering the room while shaking his head once again. Once inside he stops suddenly, seeing his brother in arms laying some major fist action to the "target" for the day. Dude was gettin' his ass kicked in a major way and "Murda" wasn't tryin' to let up either. Tommy slammed the door shut and spoke towards his brother just as another blow was headed for the "targets" head...

Hey, hey!!! Goddamn nigga! Calm yo' ass down dude. What you tryin' to get all of it for ya' damn self? Shit...V on his way man, so just hold off jus' a little aiight?

He stands motionless, not moving a inch as he and his brother in arms had locked eyes. The man known as 187 had then glanced down to the beaten to a pulp man laying inches away from where he stood, seemingly still reeling from the assault as well as the ones prior to this moment in time. They had taken out their aggression and frustration on the man for the better part of a half hour by now, and Tommy just truthfully got tired of whooping his ass. "Murda" on the other hand looked like he coulda' went all damn night. Tommy spoke up once again.

Just chill for a minute aiight?...Shit...

Receiving a head nod from his brother, a slight chuckle left his mouth as he began a short walk towards a nearby window, all the while laughing at his brother's lust for violence. But that's why he liked that nigga though. ONce he was standing by the window, he glared out from behind the dark sunglasses that were still on his face. He quickly scanned the area, the forested area that the cabin they now stood in was located in. A secluded area, where there were no neighbors. There were no interruptions and there was no chance of the victim sprawled on the floor in front of them escaping and most likely?...No chance of him surviving this day either. Tommy just continued to stare out the window, folding his arms as he spoke up to his brother again...

Wish they'd hurry tha' fuck up tho'. Afta' this shit ya' boy's skipping town. Straight up. I figure shit's gon' get hot afta' this so...A nigga's gotta get ghost.

He glances back towards his brother, who had now taken a seat a few feet from the laying victim on the floor, all the while keeping an eye on him while listening to Tommy's words...

Damn dude. He ain't goin' nowhere. Hell he CAN'T go nowhere afta' the blows his ass done took today. Chill out man, and just let his ass bleed until the homies get here. Yo' ass jus' take violence too damn serious nigga. Ha...

[fninfamous]

187 stood there with a smirk on his face as he looked back at Tommy. Blood smeared across black leather gloves that he wore on his hands. He looked back at the "target" who was barely conscious. Shaking his head as he laughs to himself, 187 proceeds to walk over to where Tommy was standing. Once he reached the window, 187 looked out the window and began to respond by saying...

"Sh*t... V' said he didn't want his @$$ goin' anywhere. Gotta make sure he realize 'dat any attempt of makin' it outta here is pointless. I think his @$$ got 'da point now...."

187 looked over at the "target." Yep. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Then he turned his attention back to the window. A little bit impatient with the waiting for his brothers to get there. But he would wait. It would make this night that much more satisfying.

"I hear ya 'bout havin' to get 'da hell outta town afta' 'dis. I might have to move out my damn self. Questions gonna start bein' asked. People gonna start pointin' finga's. You already know who they gonna place 'da blame on. I ain't stickin' around when 'dat starts happenin'. F**k 'dat."

He shook his head as he could just all eyes being on The Familia after this. With the reputation they have, there's only one family that could do such a thing as this. They were going to have to cover their tracks and cover them good. Can't leave any trace behind that they were here and did what they are about to do tonight.

"I been plannin' on takin' a long vacation anyways. Get away from all 'da politics and nonsense 'dats goin' on. You know what I'm sayin'? A man can only go fo' so long befo' it's time to pump 'da breaks and cool down. 'Dis will be a good though. Handle bidness befo' I leave. Make sure everything is good befo I'm gone. Take some of 'dat money and head back home to Cali. Kick up my feet and chill. You know? Anyways, what did V' say on 'da phone? He close yet or he still takin' his good ol' time?"

He turns his attention back to Tommy. Awaiting his response on Vegas' whereabout and what was said on the phone while he was taking care of the "target."

[Tommy Gunns]

Tommy's lips curled at the corners slightly as a short burst of air escaped his mouth still staring out the window while responding...

Shit, nigga say no more than 15 minutes man. Say he got a few peeps comin' wit' him too. Ain't say who tho', not that it matta' hell but...You damn sho' right "Murda". They gon' look at the Fam when shit jump off man. No doubt about it. They know 'bout them Genovese connections and all and its only a matta' of time befo' they come-a-knockin'. And a nigga like me?

He turns facing his brother for a few seconds with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Ain't about goin' to prison my nigga. Fuck that. V gon' pay a nigga REAL good fa' dis' one tho'. Biggest payday eva' dog. I ain't gotta do bullshit no mo' afta' dis' if I don't wanna homey. Kick back and chill out man.

His words stopped as he could hear the target seemingly groaning in pain a few feet behind him. A look of anger came over his face as he turned quickly, making a bee line for the already heavily assaulted man, and sending one of his steel toed boots into the side of the man's mid section, a loud grunt bellowing through the cabin instantly. He stood over the fallen man for a few seconds before making his way back over to the window with a slow pace. He shook his head the entire way back towards the window, once arriving allowing for his frame to be lowered into an old chair that was nearby. Propping his leg up, his hands folded into one another as if he was preparing to use those massive fists again. Like he was expecting it to get crunk in here again.

That bastard just won't stay down. Dumbass. Damn shame we gotta do it to his ass too. Thought nigga was cool. Didn't know he was doin' all the bullshit V talked to me 'bout man. Shit's foul. But hey you know the Fam baby boy. Eitha' ride wit' us or collide wit' us. I guess his ass got tired of ridin' and wanted some collidin'. Fuck it.

[fninfamous]

"Damn straight man. Aha! Shut 'dat b***h 'da f**k up."

187 laughed at the sight of the "target" laid out across the floor. He should have known better than to sit there moaning and groaning. Only going to make things worse for himself. It was indeed going to be one hell of a night for the "target" as it is. But the "target" could just let things be done the easy way. Less suffering that way.

"It's as 'da old sayin' goes... Get down or lay down. I knew V' was cool wit' 'dis dude. I ain't eva' met his @$$ face to face until now. But I told V' 'dat I don't f**k wit' dudes like him. Dude thinks just cause he got a lil' power and puffin' his chest out like he run sh*t. I don't f**k wit' dudes who think they run sh*t wit' a little power. When he told me 'bout 'dis job, I was hesitant at first..."

187 simply just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know the "target" too closely. He didn't really care that much to know him either. Didn't matter what the "target" claimed they were going to do or tried to do. 187 would have remained the same and continued doing his own thing.

"But I ain't have a problem wit' doin' 'dis. Make 'dis money and live comfortably. I'ma be glad when 'dis is done wit' and all 'da drama 'dat follows blows ova'. I ain't even worried 'bout it. We just clean up nicely and be on our way. Play it cool and it's a job well done. Now you sayin' V' bringin' some people wit' him..."

He turned his attention back out to the window. Looking for any sign of lights or movement outside. Nothing yet. Just the breeze blowing through the trees was all that was going on outside. He began to speak once again...

"Wonda' if he bringin' 'da rest of 'da brotha's on out here to join us. 'Da more 'da merrier or how eva' 'da hell 'dat goes again. As long as bidness is handled, it's all good wit' me."

[Tommy Gunns]

I hear you nigga, I hear you man. That's the same reason I couldn't pass up on this shit. When I realized who it was? I was like what the fuck?!!? Dude and V been cool for like ten years nigga! That shit was like...Damn...Shit must been gettin' REAL hectic if V want his ass taken care of. I don't know what the fuck he do to piss V off but his dumbass gon' be sorry he did it.

Tommy just shook his head, staring at the target for a few seconds. He too used to be cool with the man laying in a bloody heap on the floor a few feet away. Considered him a brother in arms just like anybody else in the Fam really. He just couldn't believe what had happened between the two men to bring it to this point. Not that he gave a fuck about dude but...Shit was just unreal to him he thought as he spoke to the bruised and battered man...

What the fuck you do man? Huh? You try to fuck the man sister or somethin'? Ya' know how them cats get down nigga. And you wanna play backstabber and shit? I thought you was one of the smartest ones IN the Familia Regime nigga. You proved me wronga' than a mothafucka! Yo' ass is done dog. That ass is 'bout to be wiped off the face of the earth for crossin' the Fam.

Tommy's words paused as his eyes caught sight of a pair of headlights shining brightly through the window a few feet away where his brother was standing. He nodded his head as he raised an eyebrow, seeing the luxury vehicle make it's appearance through the forested entrance of the compound. He slowly stood from his seat and began his walk towards the door of the room they were in, speaking to his brother while he did so...

That's them homey. Let's get this shit goin' already then.

He continued on, yanking the door open almost as he made his way through the cabin towards the entrance of the cabin with a slow pace. He knew without a doubt things were about to get REAL interesting now...And maybe even real messy before the night was over.

[King Vegas]

His eyes remained locked on the cabin no more than thirty feet away from the luxury vehicle he and his "companions" for the evening sat in motionless and speechless. Finally the moment of true absolution had arrived. The moment where the thorn that so agitated him for the better part of a year now, would be plucked accordingly, and cast aside. Despite the..."Acts" that were expected to occur on this day, a calm and somber look remained attached to the face of Mr. Cross Genovese...Not shaken one bit by the finality of the matter...Nor just how the act would be seen by...Most "normal" people in general. But this was nothing new to him...No...This was...This was in his bloodline. This was the way that his family made their presence known...Their presence respected...And their presence feared...For years...And years before...

A barely audible cough escapes his person, as he brings his clenched fist to his face, still watching his manners in such a predicament as this before them...His eyes slowly divert towards those accompanying him on this day, just as a long sigh escapes his lips. They seemed to be...A bit disturbed over the situation it seemed to His Majesty. Rightfully so he thought...As they both had long time connections with the man who was at the mercy of the Familia Regime on this day. He merely motioned his hand towards the door of the limousine they sat in quietly...Nothing...No reaction or movement from either of them...Understandable of course. They of course had never been a part of such an ordeal, and clearly the shock and uncertainty of it all was weighing heavily on both of their minds at the moment. His eyes slowly shift from one of them to the other for a few more moments before shaking his head, his arm extending as his hand comes into contact with the door handle, pulling slightly and beginning his exit from the vehicle.

Immediately his vision redirects to that of the cabin that was their destination. A quick glance back towards the inside of the vehicle ensued, before closing the door behind him, and slowly beginning his trek towards the building.

His steps were moderately paced...Nothing to suggest he was in a hurry or wishing to move in haste. He knew that the end was near in a sense, and there was no need not to allow for things to take their natural course on this day. Within minutes his footsteps had delivered him to the doorsteps of the dimly lit cabin. A cool breeze seemed to blow over him, as he took a moment to adjust the dark tinted shades upon his brow, before slowly making his way up the wood steps before him. His vision catching sight of the luxury vehicle some thirty feet behind him in the reflection of the glass plated panes embedded in the window. A smirk came over his face , as his steps were halted for only a second, seeing his "guests" for the evening finally coming to the realization that today's events were more than necessary. And that whether they joined him or not, he would go through with his plan...

Mere seconds later the door to the structure was opened before his hand could even extend towards the doorknob, a smile coming to his face as he immediately came into contact with his brother whom he knew could get the ball rolling on this entire matter...A quick handshake as well as a smile is exchanged, his footsteps readily continuing past as his brethren advanced towards the now open door as if to close it shut. Cross' voice could be heard speaking to him, all the while continuing his steps towards the designated area for today's Familia Regime "cleansing"...

I'd leave it open Tommy...Our guests are approaching as we speak...

A smirk crossed his face, further advancing through the cabin at a slow pace. No more than thirty seconds later he had arrived at the room where the target was being held.

Once there, he stood in the open doorway...His eyes downcast towards the laying bloody and beaten man he once considered a brother...A friend even...At even at one time...A mentor...A deep sigh escaped his lips as his eyes remained locked with for what seemed like an eternity...Then suddenly turning to face his Familia brethren he spoke...

From the appearance of our old friend here...I gather everything went...Smoothly?...Mr. Taylor...

[fninfamous]

187 locked eyes with Vegas as he had entered the room. That smirk across his face as it was finally time for the real fun to begin. He looks over to where the "target" laid on the floor. A mess that would indeed be cleaned up very shortly. Then he turned his attention back to his brother Vegas and nodded his head slightly to answer his question about what had went on here before his arrival. He then goes on to respond by saying...

"Yeah. Things went smoothly. His @$$ put up a lil' bit of a fight, but it's nothin' 'dat me and Tommy couldn't handle. Made sure he wasn't gonna go anywhere until you got here. He barely conscious afta' 'da beatin' he took tonight. But he's awake enough 'dat we can make sure all goes accordin' to plan."

He raised the bloody leather gloved hands up infront of him to show Vegas.

"It got a lil' messy but 'dats what happens when people won't cooporate wit'cha. Tried to tell his @$$ 'dat we can eitha' do 'dis quick and painless. Or we can do it 'da hard way. He chose to put up a struggle. Now you look at his @$$..."

He turned halfway to look back at the target once again on the floor.

"Damn near drownin' in his own blood. But otha' than 'dat... "

He looks back at Vegas.

"Yeah. Things went smoothly."

[King Vegas]

Why am I not surprised?...

His voice faded a bit as he finally stepped into the room...His footsteps were slow and paced, as his eyes locked onto the beaten man laying before him in a puddle of his own blood. Things can change so much over time he thought...How one second you can hold someone in such high regards and the next...The complete and total opposite...This was one of those such moments...

He slowly advanced across the small and dimly lit room, making sure to avoid the various small puddles of the man's blood splattered all over the wood floor beneath him. A deep sigh escaped his lips as his arm extended, taking a hold of a chair, as he quickly turned the chair around to face the man that was at the mercy of the Familia Regime on this very day...He slowly lowered himself onto the chair, crossing his arms across his chest and releasing a deep breath before finally speaking up...His sights set on the object of today's efforts...

*Sigh*...How did we get to this point old friend?...Hm?...Not that long ago you were one of the few men on the face of God's green earth...I actually could say I honestly...Trusted...And held in very...Very high regard. It's amazing how things can change so suddenly isn't it?

[Tommy Gunns]

Tommy raised an eyebrow as he saw just who was with the King today. Once again he shook his head seeing the man and the woman exit the vehicle and begin a slow walk towards the cabin. Shit was just gettin' more and more interesting it looked like.

I'll just be damned...His ass is gon' drop dead by his self when he see dis' shit. Mothafucka'...

He stood motionless in that same spot for a few more moments, until they both were a few feet from the steps leading up to the cabin. He then gave a head nod in both of their directions before turning and making his way back to the room where the "target" was being held and most likely being talked to death by His Majesty. He just couldn't wait to see the reaction on the targets face when he saw who had come all this way to see his ass get mirked. Once back at the room, he saw V seated across the room near the target, leaning over in his chair as if almost taunting the man...He quickly spoke up to the target as well as his brother "Murda"...

Ya' niggas ain't gon' believe who's coming to dinner. Ha Ha...Ya' gon' love this shit homey, gonna love it.

He then cuts his eyesight towards the target once again...

Especially you nigga. Your ass is gon' die of a heart attack today I believe. Shit's gettin' real baby boy. Time to pay the fuckin' piper.

[King Vegas]

It would seem that things are about to become even more so interesting I gather...

Just at that moment, his sights were caught by the figure approaching from the entrance of the cabin...A straight line from the very spot he sat, to the man approaching the room with the beautiful young female close behind. His face showed a somber and almost angry look across it, the glare behind the dark tinted shades not wavering in the least from what His Majesty could tell...He commented towards his long time friend, as their eyes undoubtedly had locked during his approach...

Arrived just in time my friend, just in time...A reunion is before us. A most...Disturbing one yes, but a reunion no less...

["The Ravenous 1" Raven Reymaun]

"It would appear so my friend...It would...Appear so..."

-...The only words spoken by the man known to the world of professional wrestling as The Ravenous 1...Raven Reymaun...The faint sound of slowly paced footsteps atop of the wooden floor beneath could be heard throughout the structure the Familia Regime faction now occupied...All eyes immediately are forcefully redirected towards the entry that His Majesty had just entered moments ago...As always Mr. Reymaun's person was draped in only the finest in attires, top to bottom and perfectly tailored as his effortless stroll carried him into the building at a slow pace, the second guest directly behind him as, he proceeded towards the room located on the opposite side of the cabin it seemed...The voices were unmistakable to his ears. He knew these men quite well, and hearing of Cross'..."Wishes" for the "target" on this day, he knew full well that he would be receiving as savage a treatment as possibly imaginable...If he had not already...-

-Their steps continued through through the cabin until they too had arrived the "center" for todays' sanitation efforts, as Cross referred to them as. His footsteps suddenly came to a half, seeing the "target" laid out before him across the hard wood floor of the cabin...A look of disbelief falling over his facial expression instantly as he slowly...Slowly removed the dark sunglasses from his face staring endlessly towards his one time brother in arms...He was completely and utterly speechless, as only a sigh escaped his lips, as his vision had then begun to scan the room, making eye contact with each of the additional gentlemen present on this day...-

[King Vegas]

A faint smile crosses the face of His Majesty seeing his old friend enter...Things surely would be becoming a bit more interesting now seeing the past connection between himself and the "target"...He remained sitting almost motionless, until he suddenly sighed deeply, crossing one of his legs over the other one as his hand rested upon his calf before speaking as his vision down casted towards the floor...

Oh?...No words my friend? Surely you remember Mr. Reymaun? A man whom we've been to war alongside for years...And YEARS...In the business of professional wrestling...Life in general as well. I can see the shock in your face. I can also see the shame as well. Betrayal is an ugly thing I always say. I don't even have to say how disappointed in you my friend. I think the facial expressions in this room at this moment tell more than enough of mine, as well as their thoughts.

You have successfully...Betrayed the very organization...That gave you purpose. Gave you...Direction...As well as a reason to even exist after suffering your career ending injury some years ago. Yet you chose to take things...Into a separate direction separate from what we ALL...Agreed upon when we began this quest of ours. That in itself?...In my eyes?...Is unforgivable...Unredeemable...And unacceptable.

A long pause ensued...The room completely engulfed in silence as His Majesty stared endlessly into the eyes of the person laying mere feet away. Another sigh escaped his lips...The slight nodding of his head before continuing...

And I only see one...One solution...To rectify this..."Situation" we have before us. But I'm sure you've figured out the conclusion of this gathering today haven't you..."Friend"?...

[Tommy Gunns]

Tommy just shook his head. He never thought anybody in the crew would betray the Familia Regime faction. It was just something you would be stupid to do. They ran too thick and their roots were embedded too damn deep to cross em'. He glanced over to the others in the room, then back to the "target".

You done fucked up homey. Ya' been pullin' a lot of bullshit and you know ya' damn self we ain't 'bout to go for that man. Just ain't. Shit...Word got back from my nigga Crack ya' might a' had somethin' to do with my boy Pyro goin' down not too long ago too!...Yea, I got connections too punk. Didn't expect to hear that did ya'?

Now V here wanna give yo' ass a chance to talk but I'd ratha' jus' cock back and blow noodles out ya' head man. Ya' lucky I ain't callin' the shots up in here nigga. Straight up. And I know ya' boy Raven wanna take ya' ass apart right about now. I thought I ain't too much care for his ass?...Nah...I fuckin' HATE yo' ass bitch. And when the boys get finished talkin' and shit? Imma' show ya' jus' how much too. I promise.

[fninfamous]

Listening to the words of his brothers in the room, 187 just shook his head as he looked at the "target." That smirk on his face as he proceeded to step forward toward the "target." He dropped down to a sitting position next to him. Scooting closely beside the "target", he places an arm across him. As if to be pretending to be all "buddy, buddy" with the man. Of course, this was just simple mind games by 187. He laughs in the "target's" face and begins to speak...

"You know you f**ked up right? You know 'dis, don'tcha? You know you done f**ked up?"

The expression on the "target's" face could only say one thing. He was about ready to have an accident on himself from the fear of what is to come in his future.

"Come on now. Don't be scared. You should've known 'dis day was comin'. I mean, seriously... What was honestly goin' through yo' mind when you was sittin' there wit' 'da enemy? Hmm? Like, how could you of gone and betrayed us wit'out thinkin' there wasn't gonna be any consequences? Did ya think we wasn't gonna find out? If 'dats whatcha think, then you're dumber than you look. You see 'dis "family" of ours here?"

187 points up to everyone who was still standing and watching this go on.

" 'Dis is family. You don't cross family. If you don't wanna be family, you can easily get yo' branch cut off. You could've easily backed out. Of course, there would still be 'da problem 'dat you would still get yo' @$$ handed to you. But, atleast you wouldn't have gotten yo'self in such a predicament you're in now."

He looks back at the "target" and proceeds to reach into the inside of his pocket of the leather jacket that he was wearing. Slowly he pulled out a Beretta pistol from his pocket. He could see the eyes of the "target" widen. Then 187 would put the pistol to the "target's" head.

"It's been fun but...."

He pulls the trigger back and........... *CLICK* Nothing happened. Nothing at all. The "target" sat with his eyes closed tightly and sweat slowly running down his face. 187 couldn't help but laugh.

"Relax homie. It ain't loaded."

He looked up at the family as he seen the expressions on their faces too. Priceless.

"What? I said it ain't load...yet. Man, can't I have some fu-.... UGH! What 'da F**K?!"

187 smelled the gross aroma of... well.. I'll let you figure that out for yourself. He looked at the target and just quickly pushed himself off the floor. He backed away and all he could say was...

"V'... Did you bring an extra pair of unda'wear fo' 'dis fool?"

[King Vegas]

He only chuckled a bit at his brother...The words he spoke only seconds away were truth and nothing more...He smiled in his direction, replying as he stood from his chair replying...

Meh...I passed my friend...I'm sure it'll take much more to clean up the mess soon to be made I'm afraid.

Finally arriving at the door of the room, the smirk gone from his face as he took his place next to his brother who had just laid out the truth of the matter to the chosen "target" before them. A somber look crosses his face, placing his forearm on his brother's shoulder before responding once again, seeing the "mess" the beaten bloody man made only seconds ago...

Such a shame it is...Such a waste of a beautiful mind. *sigh* I gather stupidity...And greed were your downfall my friend. I guess we'll settle up on the other side hm?

[Mr. Warrington Steele]

He raised his head as much as his injured state would allow him to...His eyes darting from man to man in seconds, still in clear and evident shock over the entire ordeal. He was beaten...Battered...Bloodied beyond recognition. He could barely move himself as he struggled to get to a on all fours position as a loud and hard cough left his mouth. Followed by another few harder coughs...These were men who he considered friends...Allies...Brothers in arms...For years and years before...He could feel his body numbing by the second as he tried to catch his breath...Blood still falling from his lips every few seconds...His hand raised slowly, wiping a bit of the crimson red substance before speaking up as he made eye contact with His Majesty...

Heh Heh...*cough*...You arrogant...Over confident son of a...*cough* Son of a bitch...Ya' know Cross...I always said that you weren't cut out for the "objective" of the Familia Regime...No...You're not built for what needs to be done...When pertaining to business Cross...

Another loud and hard cough from his mouth as he struggles once again to reposition himself before going on again, his voice slightly cracking, with small hints of laughter present, clearly nearing dillusional...

You're...You're too soft Cross...*cough*...You...Heh Heh...You actually CARE about these son of a bitches! You don't...Get it! This is about sacrifice Cross! Sacrifice breeds progress...*cough* and Progress...*cough*...Breeds success...You clearly don't see it..Or either...*cough* you don't CHOOSE to see it...You're...You're destined to fail Cross...They...*cough* THEY are going to be your downfall...My only regret...That I won't be around...*cough* To see it when you get yours you son of a bitch...

His words suddenly come to a halt...His vision catching the sight of someone entering...The high heels lightly tapping against the hard wood floor...Slowly raising his head to meet the vision of the woman who had also joined them on this day...A genuine look of shock falling over his face...His heart dropped instantly...Unable to form words at all...

[blondeambition]

Kaley stood there motionless, her eyes never leaving the man laying severely injured on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. A man whom she once called her significant other. Someone she actually trusted once upon a time ago as well. But all of that had changed over the course of the season. For various reasons. Some she'd never disclose to anyone, not even the men in this very room and not even at this point in time. She knew he was in complete shock that she was here with them, and that it only made the ordeal harder to deal with for him. And she liked the feeling it gave her. Now SHE was the one in the over powering position. She assisted in this entire ordeal coming to reality. And the look on his face showed that he was now aware of that very fact. She remained in her current position, standing between Mr. Gunns & Mr. Reymaun, not speaking a word as her gaze behind those dark sunglasses of hers never once wavered, listening to the dialog being exchanged.

["The Ravenous 1" Raven Reymaun]

-Still speechless from the very sight of his former partner...Associate...Friend...In his battered state, clearly only mere moments. His vision lowered towards the wood floor a few feet away from the point where he stood...Commenting in a somber tone...-

"I cannot even begin to fathom...The reasons for your recent acts of betrayal and deception my old friend. It is indeed a dark day...For the Familia Regime I believe. One of our most promising minds...One of our most potentially valuable assets and associates...Resorting to selfish and self serving acts of progress. There are no words to describe the harsh emotions I'm sure...Each of my colleagues present on this day are currently dealing with."

"Yet...I fear that the ordeal is far past being redeemed and/or corrected. Perhaps this day...Shall serve as a vicious and harsh reminder...To those who in the future make the foolish mistake of choosing such actions against the Familia Regime."

-...And with that a long stare down ensues between the Ravenous 1 and his former tag team partner...Mr. Warrington Steele...His vision momentarily meeting that of His Majesty's before turning and beginning his personal exit of the room, Mrs. Cox as well as His Majesty a few feet behind him...The moment of absolution...Had arrived...-

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"Guess 'dats our cue homie. Let's get 'dis done."

...said 187 to Tommy as he reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket once again with his free hand. This time he pulled out the clip for the Beretta pistol that he had in his other hand. He tilts the gun on it's side and slowly slides the clip into the empty slot to load the pistol. He cocked the gun and proceeded to make his way over to Steele.

"It's ova' fo' you now. Maybe you can take all 'dat you made through yo' betrayals and book yo'self a First Class one way ticket to Hell now. You're gonna need it..."

He lifted the gun up and pointed it directed at the forehead of Steele. Not yet pulling the trigger this time, knowing full well that his brother Tommy was indeed wanting a piece of this. So he stood there and awaited for Tommy to get ready to finish this job for the night.

[Tommy Gunns]

Tommy too pulled his firearm, already loaded and cocked for the job seconds away from going down. A frown crossing his face as he aimed for the man as well, hatred in his voice...

Nah "Murda", nah...He ain't takin' SHIT wit' him but some of these hollow points baby boy. Straight heat for yo' ass nigga. Well...

His face frowns up even more intense as his finger finds it's way to rest on the trigger. Then as he finishes with...

...Guess that's ya' ass then bitch. By the way? Tell Jesus or Satan I said suck it dry nigga. Whicheva' one you meet first. Until then?...Holla!

And with that the pressure of his finger against the trigger increased slightly, as he was sure that of his brother's was as well. Then...