Who: Tony [open] What: Killing some vamps Where: Downtown When: Evening Rating: R Notes: Violence, death, profanity
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Tony found himself heading back to the penthouse, having stored some snacks and DVDs in his flashy car. But he saw something up ahead.
It was three vampires, and a young boy crouching in fear. He seemed to be pleading with them to be left alone.
"That's it. No fucking way." He sped up, slightly hopping over the curb, hitting a fiend. The man was knocked on his back, holding his leg in pain.
Tony knew it might heal soon. So he wasted no time, getting out of his car with a shotgun. And just in case, he had, by his feet, an M-16. The one with a grenade attachment. "You guys get off on killing some kids? Now you fucking die!" He pointed his weapon down at the guy.
There was a loud BOOM!, and the head was a mess... which then turned to ash, along with the rest of the body. The second vampire started to rush him, but he had already aimed at that guy's head and fired again. He was dust.
The third vampire panicked, telling the kid to run, before taking off himself.
Tony dropped the shotgun, now picking up the M-16. "Too late, chico. You just fucked with me! Now you got to fucking die, cocksucker!" He took aim and fired. KA-BOOMMM!!
The grenade shot out, and there was a loud explosion. The vampire's head, arms, and one leg was taken off.. and then all those parts were crumbling to ash.
Tony laughed. "Yeah! That's what you get, cabron! Don't you ever fuck with Tony Montana, you get more trouble than-- aghh! What the fuck?!" He was caught by surprise when a pair of fangs started to dig into his hand... from the boy! He reacted with a backhand. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You high?"
The kid just laughed, getting off the pavement. "Aww shucks, our plan didn't work." He was clearly a vampire. "No, not high. Just a bit thirsty." He smiled then, stepping toward Tony's direction.
Tony was surprised. He wasn't sure what to do. But seeing that face, the yellow eyes, evil smile.. and the fangs? Took about three seconds to make up his mind. "Okay! You.. you know, I don't kill kids. Or women. Even a bad guy's got to have morals, you know? But you no kid. You a chazzer!"
The boy stopped, confused. He would eat this man, but wanted to know what he was being called. "I.. I'm a what??"
Tony explained, replacing his rapid-fear weapon with the shotgun, "It's from Yiddish. It's a pig.... that don't fly straight! And neither do you. Now it's time to go." He looked the boy in the eyes. "You die, motherfucker!!" And he fired.
The boy was knocked on his back. He hadn't expected that. He winced, feeling those rounds in his chest. "Alright, you son of a bitch.. this is gonna hurt."
But Tony was already near the trunk, gettting something. "Oh yeah, I know it is. It's going to hurt a lot. Only.. I'm not gonna be the one hurt. You are."
"Ohh, is that right?" The kid laughed. "We'll see about that. Hey, what you got now? BB gun? AK-47?"
"Nope. Just this." He knew the boy may be shocked, because now he was holding a yellow chainsaw!! He pulled the cord, and the blades were moving. He had his other hand on the lever, keeping it going... and making that familiar revving sound that should terrify the most hardened of criminals.
The boy was scared now. For real. He didn't want his parts separated. Even though they'd regenerate.. but he didn't like pain. "Oh, fuck this!" He backed up to run, but didn't notice the wall behind him. He saw that Tony was closer. "Look.. umm.. I'm sorry, that was a mistake! I'll never.."
Tony nodded, "Oh yeah, I know it's a fucking mistake, man! One you'll never make again." Before he could hear any more begging, he revved it up and took off an arm, then a leg.. the punk didn't like that. "See ya in Hell!" And then he quickly took the head off.
The body then turned to ashes, leaving no trace of the young killer. The man sighed, taking his hand off the chainsaw's button, and the blades stopped. He shook his head, looking at the mess of dust all over. "Man.. I can't believe this shit."