Mafia VIII [GG] - Page 98

Off the coast of Liquidia, there was no moon to illuminate the night sky. There was no clear horizon separating the star-filled sky and the dark, choppy waters of the Liquia Sea. However, the lights on the deck of the SS Liquidia were more than sufficient for the events that were about to transpire.

Chuiu and Pyrrhuloxia were sitting on the deck of the Cruise ship playing a leisurely game of cards and sipping decaf coffee. They were lethargic from their 4th feast of the day. They had no chance.

An arrow whizzed by Chuiu’s ear and struck Pyrrhuloxia in the forehead, killing him instantly. Chuiu jumped out of his chair and turned to see Qatol emerge from the shadows. He had a second arrow nocked.

“It took us a long time to track you guys down.” He hissed as he slowly raised his bow.

“Us?” replied Chuiu. His hand inched towards the gun at his side. He heard the sound of a door opening behind him. He was still trying to decide whether he should turn away from the drawn bow to investigate when he felt a sharp pain in his back.

“Us.” said LTT, twisting his knife.

Chuiu toppled to the deck. LTT and Qatol picked up the bodies and threw them overboard into the shark-infested waters. They breathed a sigh of relief, but it was shortlived.

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LTT turned just as something bowled into him, knocking him down into the now crimson waters.

Qatol turned to see what was happening when a voice spoke from behind him.

“You no longer control this town. It is ours now.”

Qatol turned to face this new threat, but was unable to locate the speaker. Suddenly, Qatol saw a blur as his assailant leapt at him, planting a knife in Qatol's chest. LTT's attacker came over and helped push Qatol into the water with the others.

Qatol looked up to see his attackers. The satisfaction on their faces was as plain as the horror that must surely be on his own. They slowly drifted away as he was ripped apart. The sharks feasted. The town waited.

Following the election, the town was scared but determined to survive. Their fears were slightly allayed by the promises of the new management.

LucasWoJ and mikeymoo were inside watching the NBA playoffs, entranced by the game.

Two intruders entered the house, unnoticed until one of them screamed and charged at LucasWoJ. mikeymoo fled from the scuffle as the attacker pulled out a syringe and slammed it into LucasWoJ's right eye. mikeymoo was gone by the time LucasWoJ was fully injected, but he could still hear the brutality even as he fled. The assailant bellowed again and started slamming the now empty syringe into LucasWoJ's face repeatedly until his face caved in and the only sounds left were guttural yells, the squishy impacts, and the sound of blood splatter. Come morning, there would be little above the neck that could identify LucasWoJ's corpse. His unrecognizable face and shattered teeth would be no help to the authorities, but his fingerprints were sufficient.

Meanwhile, the second intruder, initially transfixed by the brutal killing, suddenly remembered that there was another target and began the hunt. He climbed the stairs and poked his head into each of the bedrooms but couldn't find anyone. After passing the set of curtains with a conspicuous pair of shoes sticking out for the third time, he heard mikeymoo sneeze. He turned around and shot both feet, causing mikeymoo to fall from his hiding place. The man approached the writhing mikeymoo, dropped his gun, and grabbed one of his fingers. He slowly put pressure on it until it snapped and mikeymoo let out a scream that dwarfed any sounds he had made before. The attacker continued until he ran out of fingers upon which time he pulled out a knife and stabbed mikeymoo in the throat.

As his life left him, mikeymoo chuckled at the absurdity of the knife solving the problem of his hoarse, sore throat.

In a different part of town, Fishball was running for his life. His left arm was hanging uselessly at his side, the result of a blow from the man calmly following him. Fishball finally reached the tool shed behind his house. He started fumbling with the lock in an attempt to get the axe inside. He got the door open in time for a kick from his pursuer to knock him to the floor. Fishball coughed while the other man surveyed the inside of the shed. Having made his selection, the attacker grabbed one of the tools leaning against the inside of the shed and kneeled down next to Fishball.

"This would have been a lot less painful for you if you had faced me like a man. You need to develop a stronger backbone; I am going to help you with that," quipped the hit man.

He then shoved the rake in his hand into Fishball from behind, handle first, as far as he could. He left Fishball flailing on the ground, coming to terms with his newfound confidence but lacking the strength to do anything with it except die.

A storm started to rage over Liquidia as the night waned. A little gray and red bird flew around aimlessly looking for shelter. It stopped at the town cemetery, resting briefly on Qatol's tombstone, before deciding to cower near LTT's headstone. However, a particularly strong gust of wind knocked the headstone over, crushing the bird.