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|Violence in the Streets (standard:Suspense, 1188 words)|
|Author: Conzzz||Added: Oct 11 2004||Views/Reads: 1972/1162||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This story depicts the thoughts and actions of an Australian mob boss who is determined to eliminate a cocky new rival. However, not everything goes to plan...|
Violence in the Streets The tingling sensation that he was experiencing he could not describe. He had read about it and seen it on many television programs. Many call it the ‘calm before the storm'. Yes, he liked that analogy. It was the perfect description for the potentially fatal quest he was about to embark on. As he wiped the sweat from his brow he leant over and with his free hand retrieved his weapon from under his bed. He studied it closely, marvelling at the mechanics of the small black firearm. He then focussed his energy on the mortal crime he would be committing today and the many particulars he had so meticulously planned in his mind the night before. Even though the repercussions of his actions could be disastrous, he knew it had to be done if he was to maintain his social supremacy in his domain. He was determined not to let his emotions intervene during the deed. It would not be like those horrific mass shootings by mad-men that he had seen on television, particularly the guy at Port Arthur a few weeks back. He knew he had to stay cool. He had worked too hard in the last couple of years and today was going to be a protection of his interests. He had enough blokes on his side who together had enough ‘hardware' to be the only guys on the street for years to come, provided he took care of business today. Tucking his weapon into his jeans, he made his way to the bathroom and tried to carry out his daily morning routine. After washing his face several times he looked up and studied himself in the mirror. ‘This is it Big Louie,' he uttered to himself. It was the first time he had referred to himself as his alias (derived from his rather large stature) and found it somewhat empowering. He wiped his hands and started making his way toward the front door. During the short distance he started thinking about how it all began. ‘Baby Tooth' Tony had only come to town a couple of months ago and already he was bragging to people how much influence he had held in certain parts of the city. He was constantly recruiting and many of Louie's loyal followers were beginning to turn their attentions to this new guy in town. The very thought of his friends leaving him to hang around with a guy called ‘Baby Tooth' brought the bile from the back of his neck. There was only one option available to ensure he remained in control of his patch of land. Walking slowly to the front door he wiped his hands, all the time struggling to remain calm. He did so by replaying the details of the plan once more in his mind. Tony would arrogantly strut past Louie's house during his morning walk, followed of course by a few of his cronies, in order to demonstrate his rising dominance in the neighbourhood. It was an activity he involved himself in merely to irritate those who had grown accustomed to the original people and operations of this part of town. During this intimidating ritual, ‘Baby Tooth' would then stop at Louie's letterbox, survey the front area of the house for any signs of his rival, and spit at the letterbox's base before continuing on his way. Louie always watched this outrageous insult by staring through the half open blinds in his room, paralysed with a deep sense of loathing for his enemy. This created the most forceful incentive for Louie to perform the hit here, so that all who knew him could be sure that he was not one to be tampered with. He would simply sit on his front step, beside his right hand man Vincent or ‘Vinnie' and simply wait for ‘Baby Tooth'. He would then rise from his place when Tony halted to once again carry out his insult and walk towards the imposing group. He would then take the fateful nine steps, known as the nine yards. On the eighth step he would reach behind his back and on the ninth he would withdraw his Berretta and aim right at the attribute that graced Tony's alias. He would then retreat back to the safety of his house, firing as he went, to join Vinnie in returning fire from Tony's goons in the moderate cover of the Brick Pillars on either side of Louie's front entrance. Louie would then phone reinforcements to clean up the mess, one way or another. He was carefully scrutinising this final aspect of his plan when he saw Vinnie standing slightly ajar at the foot of his steps, arms crossed and eyes in a state of both panic and excitement. ‘Now Louie, I have to ask you, are you still gunna go through with this? I mean give it a few days. We could try and work something out.' Louie simply said nothing and sat himself, hunched over his slightly spread legs. He stared at the floor for a while before finally muttering the words he had seen many crime characters on television say Click here to read the rest of this story (33 more lines)
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