TL Mafia XVIII - Page 3

Seeing that his partner had succeeded, the last Mafioso decided that luck was on his side. He lurched through the shadows, eager to finish his last kill. After all, his target was the lowly decafchicken. Upon reaching the house, Caller knocked on the door. For some reason, decafchicken’s friend opened the door, and was slightly suspicious of Caller, and accused him of his unwanted behaviors: rigging the market, sabotaging the financial system, and supporting the aristocracy of money. Caller however, was not disturbed by the accusations, smashed the door in, knocking decafchicken’s friend to the floor. He soon found decafchicken in the kitchen. Unfortunately, decafchicken had time to prepare due to his friend’s attempt to stall, and thrust a kitchen knife at Caller’s chest. But Caller was well prepared, and began to taunt decafchicken, who quickly became angry. In a matter of moments, Caller’s had decafchicken decapitated by his own knife. Content, Caller thought he should finish the job completely, and walked toward the front door, ready to finish decafchicken’s friend off. Unfortunately, the man was gone. Frantic, Caller ran out into the street, looking for any signs of the missing man. But he did not see his doom approaching or hear the voices of warning coming from the bridge above. In a matter of seconds, Caller was turned into a pincushion as he was hit from the side. The only traces of any action came from the dust cloud that was disappearing in the distance.