The Alley of Glory
In yet a single night, kills were aquired, blood filling the streets. "Eat bullets you S.O.B" said a man in a black straight jacket, pulling out a uzi with bullets longer than fingers, yet only a small amount of the bullet was not a shell. Suddenly, in the peak of air a bottle of liquor is thrown, the man in the straight jacket could only use his last seconds of life to see the name of the bottle "Light gin". At the moment the man had no idea what to do, so he ran away. The air time, was extremely fast, the man could only run a few feet before the bottle exploded. As a moment of silence passed, 10s of men ran down the alley, checking if the bottle had hit. Although fast and easy, the idea of it was not as expected as the outcome. There was no fire, no screams of terror, as they walked the man in shade walked up slowly, everyone obvisoly aiming on the man, but waiting for something, it didn't seem right. Suddenly a shot escaped, and everybody looked back as to see one of there men, not smiling at the fact the man was dead, but dead himself. He didn't move, and for a few seconds didn't fall, but just stood, until he fell over on the ground, not on his knees, but straight down. As the score of terror roamed the men, it wasn't over yet. The man in black straight jacket ran over the building, bullets being fired but none on target, he was to fast for even the agility of a gun.
After this day the town was burned, destroyed to a ashy crisp. Everyone having the same sort of death, except one woman. Lieing down in her house, a message written on the walls, but not with fire, but with scoreched flames. "You fortold this fate stupid man, you kill our own, we kill your wife, and trust me, we did a lot before she was dead". As the message seemed, it was true. The woman lay on the floor, covered in a unusual mixture, it was the color of pink, not blood, and sperm, but a combination of both. Her body blood raped, her pictures not destroyed, but those with her husband, the man in the black jacket, ripped and torn through the house. But there was only one man in the town that survived, and it was not the man in the jacket, yet his child.
"Wheres my mommy, daddy, I can't leave without them", behind the childs voice the sound of a bashing engine covered the childs voice, but it didn't matter. "Shut up kid, before you do to you what we did to your mom" the men in red vestes and skie masks said.
The child could barly see, because all of the mens body were covered in black cloths, even there eyes were covered with sunglasses, but the child saw a visible mark on every criminal. A tag that seemed to be a visisble notice to all victims, a tag that said in italic letters"Killing you isn't what we do first, no no there are lots of choices there" . Obviosly as straight men, they did not acutally mean to do the threat, but killing him would be easy enough that termination was a top priority, after the mission.
A man in with a low cut hairstyle and a large overcoat walked into the gun store, carrying a gun with him. The man at the casheer thought it was one of the crimnals, so he took out money. "No no my friend, I do not wish to hurt you" said the overcoated man. Suddenly the casheer looked up, with a frightened but releaved look on his face, but more nervous than happy. "I just need some bullets with this gun, I don't wish to steel just buy, have any 12 milimeters" The man at the counter bulged his eyes in suprise, "12 milimeter, wtf kind of gun do you have" said the casheer. "I have buisness to atend to, much NEEDED buisness" said the man in the overcoat. "i got 9s. but they might not work in your gun". "It is an uzi, it can shoot 2 milimeter bullets if i want to".
Bullets shattered the car window, the shotgun seat full of bullets, the rest of the truck bloody with death, except the back. The child was sitting, scared and panicked, a man in the overcoat walked in " hey son lets get home, well a new home" Suddelenly the father and son came together, but behind the man was gun pulled out, pointing directly twords the man. A woman stood there, and then pointed at the child. The father and son both looked, as they had no choice, the uzi was in the mans backpocket, and the child was entirly helpless from anyone. The woman just stood there, and finally let out a breath, but rather than a breath of drama, a breath of happyness."you killed my husband, now you will face the same fate, now my daughter is with a single mother and a poor house". The man said to his child, i'll be back in a minute.
What do you have to say ass, you killed him, what do you think i will do for money now, I am a single mother, with no money. The man looked around, the area was deserted of anyone else but the 2. The man smirked, and the woman got angry, "well there is always a comprimise you know". The man leaned his head down, meating with her face, the woman eager, but still angry. "what would this help me with you bastard". "me wife was killed, and from the same gang your husband was from. "Well, it seems we are even, but how would THIS, help. "You get your money", suddenly the woman urged forward, her breasts supple, and perky, suddenly she droped her cloths, crying and her body leant forward and starting to drop tears to the ground, but the man just ignored, he lunged forward, their bodys meating at an exact momeny, and suddenly the woman cummed, shooting orgasmic fluid all over herself, the man pulled her twords himself, the woman moaning," you, better, pay a lot for this, you... bastard". After minutes, maybe an hour of sex, on the bare gravel, the man stopped, and did not pay her, but he just stood there. "We both have kids and we are widdows, what about we make this more than just a, well wanna get married. The woman was fast thinking, but still wise. Both hitmans, killers, but they had a point were they could not just stop to think. Ok, but we need some jobs, the woman grinning. Well that seemed quite good, hooters is always open you know. The woman about to hit him, but she stopped, and thought of it.
This is the Allet of Glory, and this, is my crappy story.
