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Mafiastuck (comments welcome)
By: Spotteh Date: June 25, 2013, 5:33 pm
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Summary: An AU where trolls and humans share the same planet.
The young John Egbert enters the world of the Mafia and things
go down from there.
------------ Chapter 1: Initiation ------------
Oh god. Oh god no. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was
never supposed to happen. Things were never meant to go this
way.
She wasn't even a fighter! Why did this have to happen. Oh
god...
You lean over your friends unmoving body. Oh dear god. What went
wrong?
It had all started about three months ago, on your 18th
birthday. You were so excited. Dad had kept you out of the
family business for years. 'To protect you' he always said. So
you had watched as all your friends got not the family business
except for you. They'd always disappear off to places and had
things they couldn't tell you. All because, even though your
father was the don, you weren't part of the 'family' yet. It
sucked. Even your goofy furry loving cousin had gotten into it!
But now it was finally your turn. And boy were you excited.
Since you were the son of the don, and was going to become the
next don of the Crocker family, you werent going to be treated
like a grub and didn't have to be tested, even though you had
just joined. You guess it was because your father had been
grooming you for this since you were born. He taught you how to
walk with confidence and never to back down. You could take
apart a gun and put it back together in under three minutes, and
you were pretty skilled with a hammer if you say so yourself.
But now that you were in, the real training began.
You were eating lunch with your best bro Dave, who was also your
bodyguard. He was laying down some sick beats and you were
happily enjoying them. You had spend the morning tailing Dad,
watching him deal with people and was happy to be around
something a little lighter. Your Dad was a pretty big prankster
but there's something about cracking jokes in the middle of a
serious meeting that just wasn't the same as joking around the
dinner table. Dave, in the meantime, had been spending some time
with his music since he didn't have to watch you and had even
managed to come up with a new mix. He insisted he was able to do
it because of his cool Strider motivation. Nothing could beat a
Strider.
He was in the middle of a real sick rap when the door to the
unused office you two were in opened. Dirk, Dave's older
brother, leaned against the door frame. "You two wanna get out
of here and get some action?" He asked. You nodded eagerly while
Dave answered with a simple 'sure.' "Then get ready and meet me
out front in an hour." He said and disappeared.
After nearly choking on pizza and almost running out without
pants on, an hour later you were in front of the large compound
that served as the family's base of operations. It was almost
like a second home to your dad and he had stashed some of your
clothes there just in case.
Other than you, there were three people waiting outside. Dirk
was standing with his usual anime sunglasses wearing a white tee
shirt, an orange hat, tight fitting jeans and a grey trench
coat. Next to him was someone you'd never met before. He had
messy black hair and glasses. He had a distinctive look about
him with a black shirt, jeans and a dark green coat over it all.
When he moved to put his hand in his pocket, you spot what looks
like a golden pistol in a holster. The fact that you didn't know
him meant that he must of been pretty new. You knew almost
everybody in the family. Dave had been waiting with them. He had
only put on his red hoodie with a brighter red gear in the
middle. He didn't have as much covering as the rest of you but
you knew he kept a gun hidden behind his back and a short blade,
his favored weapon, in the massive pocket of the hoodie. You
whereas went with a more business casual look, something you
picked up from Dad. He always told you to look your best. You
had put on some descent looking kahki slacks with a light blue
button up shirt and a dark blue trench coat. It was pretty good
at covering up the pistol you carried around with you and even
your hammer if you put it in the right place.
Once you were all there, Dirk gave a nod and you all started
walking. For a big city, there wasn't that much ground to cover
unless you were out on the skirts like the compound was. After a
few minutes of giddy excitement coming from you and silence from
the others, you started talking. "So... What are we doing
exactly?" You half inquired half chirped. You couldn't help it.
It was your first day and you were already out on a job. This
was so cool.
"We're meeting an informant." Dirk replied without looking at
you. At least not that you could tell with those glasses of his.
That struck you as weird. Four people going to meet an
informant? Usually just one or two people went. Why four this
time? You voice your conserns. It's the man you don't know who
answers.
"The informant is on enemy territory." he answered rather
simply. There was something about it though that just sounded
weird to your ears though. You just couldn't put your finger on
it.
When Dirk and Black Haired Man, because that's his name
obviously, start talking, you slip back to walk by Dave. "So
who's he?" you ask, with a nod in the right direction.
Dave's eye brows peak over his sunglasses, as though you should
know. When your puzzled expression doesn't change, he sighs and
starts talking. "His name is Jake English. He joined a few weeks
ago after my brother convinced him to join."
"They must be really good friends for Dirk to be able to
convince him to join the mafia!"
Dave rolls his eyes. At least you think he does. Those darn
glasses of his. "They're not friends."
You're kind of confused now. "If their not friends then how
come-" Dave cuts you off before you can continue.
"God d.mnit John. You're going to make me spell it out aren't
you." You just look at him with a thoroughly perplexed
expression. "Jake is my brother's boyfriend, John. Get it?
They're gay."
"Oooh!" You sneak a glance at the two in front of you. "Ooh."
you repeat, lower this time. "Do you think they've..."
"For f.cks sake! That's my brother!!" Dirk and Jake have turned
around now and are staring at you, Dirk with a smirk on his face
and Jake just kind of confused. Dave has his head down rubbing
his nose while you stand there blushing furiously (mostly
because of the look Dirk has on his face) and mumbling
appoligies to no one in particular.
Several awkward silences later, you were standing at the end of
an ally where the informant was supposed to meet you. You
weren't entirely sure who's territory you were on, but you were
at the edge of it. Somewhere you could easily slip back over to
a safe area if you needed. There was even a police station a few
blocks away. That would ward anyone unwanted off for a while.
The three of you had been there for a while and by now Dirk was
either staring down his watch, or staring down the street. They
were late. Very late. The informant hadn't contacted us sothat
meant that either he was an idiot who forgot where he needed to
be, or he was in a possition where he couldn't talk. You really
really hoped he was an idiot. About fifteen minutes later, Dirk
started mumbling about somewhere else he needed to be. Thirty
minutes more and he had whipped out his cell to call the guy.
You could hear the ringing from Dirk's phone but at the same
time, you could hear something else. What was that? It almost
sounded like Beethoven's fifth. It was Beethoven! And you
weren't going crazy. Dave tensed up, trying to locate where it
was coming from. Dirk snapped the phone shut and the song
stopped. It had been coming from the end of the alley. You
happened to have the lucky possition of being the one farthest
in the alley. Dave had insisted on it at the time, saying that
if something went wrong, you could get away. Old habits you
guess. But now it put you in the amazing possition of being the
one to lead the charge down the alley. And the one to find it.
The informant lay on the ground in a puddle of his own blood.
The smell cause you to smack your hand over your mouth a nose.
You knew that once you got into the business you'd most likely
come across a body of two, but you were never prepared for
actually seeing a body. You started to feel a bit queasy looking
at it. It looked as though someone had run him through with a
sword several times over. The back of his jacket was filled with
thin holes that revealed the deep red muscles beneath the skin.
Oh yeah. You were having serious problems with this. You fought
to resist the urge to throw up. Dirk and Jake seemed unaffected
by it, but Dave, despite his cool composure, looked a little
green around the gills. He was doing better than you though.
Slipping on a pair of black leather gloves, Dirk moved forward
to inspect the body, Jake close behind. Patting him down, he
pulled out a burner phone with 'one missed call' blinking across
the screen. He also pulled out a wallet which confirmed that
this was our guy. He put both back where they were supposed to
be. What looked like a serrated army knife lie just beyond the
informants reach, as though he had been reaching for it when he
died. On the end was some weird olive green goo.
"What is that?" you ask. Dirk had moved on to the knife by now.
"Blood." Jake answered. "Troll blood."
Oh boy. We were on troll territory with one of our informants
dead. This was not going to be good.
#Post#: 9559--------------------------------------------------
Re: Mafiastuck (comments welcome)
By: Spotteh Date: June 26, 2013, 12:25 pm
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------------- Chapter 2: Associates --------------
It was all over the news that night. Appearantly the guy had a
name for himself and his death came as a shock to the police.
They had even found the troll who's blood had been on the knife.
"The victim of the alledged stabbing and possible culprit, a
Miss Nepeta Leijon has been reported being treated at a troll
hospital." A news lady was saying on the t.v. "Her lawyer, Miss
Terezi Pyrope, issued a comment to the press saying that her
client isn't well enough to issue a comment herself and won't be
taking any questions at this time." Dave was lounging on the
couch next to you. After finding the body, Dirk had called the
police and the four of you booked it out of there. Dirk and Jake
had disappeared once you got back to the compound and you had
taken the time to scrub your brain of dead bodies with cat
videos on youtube. Now you two were watching the whole craziness
unfold on live television. You were so caught up in it that you
almost missed the front door slamming. While Dave didn't seem
very interested, you peaked over your shoulder to see who had
come in. The black and white wolf hoodie she was wearing was a
dead give away. Of course she had seen you before you had seen
her and was now running at you full throttle. She somehow
managed to jump over the back of the couch and bring you
crashing down with her in front of the tv.
"John!!" Jade quite literally squeed, hugging the life out of
you.
"Hey Jade." you manage to say. "Can you get off me?" She obliged
and helped you up. Her green eyes were as bright and cheery as
ever, and you could practically see a dog tail waving behind
her. She also looked like a walking arsenal with all the guns
strapped to her. She must have been on a job. Jade was the
Crocker sindacte's go to hitman. She got into partially because
of her love for guns, but also because her grandfather had been
the hitman before her. She had the Harley name to hold up! She
was also your cousin.
She flopped down on the couch next to Dave, still in full getup.
"So what are you watching?" she asked with the same goofy grin
that you had. Though yours was goofier. You were about to
explain what happened when Dave spoke up.
"Jade, you want to unload before you sit on a trigger and shot
me in the head?" One of the guns strapped to her back was
pointed directly at Dave's head.
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