Bad Blood

[bigbilly123]

Bad Blood

 

 

 

Target One: Kerry Farrels/Davies (Bride)

Target Two: Robert Davies (Groom)

Target Three: Edna Farrels (Mother of the bride)

Target Four: Frank Farrels ( Father of the bride)

Target Five: David Farrels (Brother of the Bride)

Target Six: Scott Farrels (Uncle of the bride)

 

I glanced through the case file, looking at the pictures and memorizing the faces of each target, after reading them all for the third time I returned them to the glove box. I looked up at the mirror and adjusted my newly acquired limo driver hat; the previous owner was in the boot with a broken neck.

I had never driven a limousine before but the seats were very comfortable and helped relax me while I prepared for the night ahead. In the door compartment was my desert eagle which had a menacing silencer built on to it. Usually my jobs never get that messy but it has saved my life quite a few times. I looked down at my watch. “You’re late Dave.” I said to myself as I played with the aluminous light. Just as I had finished speaking there was a loud thump on my window. I turned round and was met with the huge, scarred face of David Farrels. I gently opened the door and greeted him.

“Hello Mr Farrels” I politely said as I shook his hand. His strong grasp took me by surprise; I was not scared of this huge monster of a man as I was quite stocky myself. I returned the firm shake and looked in to his evil eyes. Dave “The Axe” Ferrels was a renowned gangster all over the city, he is recognised by all the police officers and has been known to murder people on the spot for even looking at him twice. Nobody will testify against him in court and he is considered the muscle of the city’s most feared family.

I guided him to the rear of the limo and opened the door for him, he slipped his huge bulky body in and helped himself to the mini bar. I walked back to the front and cracked my knuckles. I could not wait to kill this man. As I set off towards the golf club from the Lowry hotel we engaged in conversation about the night ahead.

“Wedding then is it?” I asked

“Oh aye, my big sister’s, marrying some soft arse from Clifton. He had better not break her heart or my dad will break his neck.”

“He can’t be that bad, she is marrying him after all.” I replied

“Yeah I suppose so, were off on a bit of a crawl afterwards”

"Sounds good fella, you off round Swinton or are you back down Salford?”

“Wherever the booze takes us mate, were off to the height first to the Dog and Partridge, landlord owes me a bit of money so its free drinks all round.”

”Sounds good mate”

As we approached Swinton I clenched the car keys tight, the tiny button next to the unlock button was actually a detonator for the small explosive attached to the rear wheel of the car. I got to the spot that I had selected, just as planned and pressed the button. Instantaneously there was a loud bang and the limo jumped, I swerved and headed towards the small alley, just as planned.

“What the f*ck was that?” The idiot in the backseat shouted. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw smoke and sparks, there was a horrible screeching noise as I pulled in to the dark alley. We both exited the car he damage. There was no tire and the wheel was falling to pieces. A bit of the body was blown off and a large amount of paintwork had been removed. The entire area was smoking.

“Oh you f*cking tw*t! I’m late enough as it f*cking is you stupid f*cking c*nt! Fix this now or im gonna’ rip your f*cking head off! You dare ask me for a tip and ill break your f*cking nose you stupid prick!”

I ignored his abuse as I knew this man would be dead within a minute. I re-told myself in my head, no blood, you need his clothes. When I opened the boot I was greeted with the shocked face of the dead limo driver.

“Mr Farrels, can you give me a hand with this tyre?”

The huge man approached and looked inside, he glanced at the spare tyre and then his eyes met the limo driver’s face. As his brain processed this information I grabbed his huge shaven head and smashed it face first in to the open boot door. He cupped his nose and leant over I thrust his head into the boot and slammed the door four times on to it. He went limp and collapsed on to the floor; he was clearly still alive though. I opened up the door and he slipped out with a half conscious look upon his swollen face. His hands were still clinging on to the opening of the boot, I slammed it again and heard the crunch of them as they broke.

He let out a loud scream as they slipped out bleeding and crushed. I could not believe this guy was still alive, never mind conscious. I fish hooked him and lifted him off the floor. He looked terrified as I reached for the crowbar in the boot. I swung it and smacked him straight between the eyes, he hit the floor backwards and smacked the back of his head of the floor, I picked him up and threw him in the boot, he was facing upwards and had his neck in the closing gap. I slammed it down again and his body gave a violent spasm and then went completely limp.

 

 

 

The limo driver was now next to a semi naked six foot five man, a busted wheel and his limo driver’s outfit. I sat in the front seat driving, wearing my newly acquired wedding suit. I was around the same build as “the axe” but slightly shorter; it fitted rather well. After replacing the tyre I headed back towards Swinton golf course. I parked right to the rear of the car park, in a dark corner surrounded by trees, out of sight. I walked right to the entrance right up to the two heft bouncers. They asked for my invitation and I shown them the one that my client had sent me.

As I entered in the foyer was a TV screen showing security cameras. One shown women entering in posh dresses and rough looking skin headed men following. Another shown the room with the disco in, people were dancing on the floor with Mr and Mrs Davies in the middle. Kerry Davies was a skinny red headed horrible woman with a cigarette in her mouth while dancing. Robert Davies was a small man with brown hair, he looked happy as he danced with his new wife, this man was not very intimidating whatsoever and I actually felt sorry that I had to kill him.

On another camera view was Frank Farrels entering a closet with a drunken bridesmaid; I recognised the room right away after researching the entire golf course. I instantly headed there as this would make for an easy target. I passed the toilets and continued down the corridor and reached the closet. As I put my hand on the doorknob I could hear the sounds of sex emitting from the other side of the door. I quickly opened the door all the way so that it blocked the camera view. Frank wasn’t facing me but the bridesmaid was as she was against the wall with her legs wrapped around him. She looked speechless as I entered.

“Mr Farrell!” I said fiercely, he turned round to face me; the old man had no pants on and faced me shocked. He had grey balding hair and tattoos running up his arm. I slyly withdrew the knife from my right pocket. I took a step towards him and lunged it in to the bottom right of his belly. I took a step forward and whispered in to his ear. “Courtesy of Craig Bing.” I dragged the knife diagonally up and left, straight across, his belly, chest and stopping opposite his heart. His white shirt instantly filled with blood. I pulled the knife out and the speechless man dropped dead. The bridesmaid was too scared to scream. Times like this were the parts of the job that I hated, I quickly slashed her throat, she made a choking noise and started waving her hands violently as blood spilled out of her throat. I shut the door behind me as I left the two in the closet full of mops and buckets. I left mops under the door so no blood would leak out.

 

 

I headed down the corridor and I could hear the music from the disco playing loudly, the Nolans – Im in the mood for dancing. As I reached the men’s room I peered in to the men’s room, two men stood in there, one looked around thirty and the other looked around 16, the younger one was the tallest.

 

 

“..Yeah, yeah, im in the mood for dancing, romancing...”

 

I turned to see nobody was watching and placed the nearby out of order sign outside the door. I silently entered and crept behind the two men who were obviously employed in the golf course. They were wearing white shirts, ties and black pants, glass collectors earning minimum wage.

 

“Im in the mood for chancing, I feel like dancing, whoo, so come on and hold me tight”

 

As they were looking in the mirror and adjusting their uniforms I walked behind them. I made my move as neither was looking at the mirror. Their conversation about wages was interrupted when I rammed their heads together.

 

“..I'm in the mood, babe, so let the music play, whoo, dancing..”

 

 

The teenager on the left instantly fell sideways holding his head. I grabbed the man on the right and threw him face first in to the wall. He rebounded towards me and I grabbed him by the shoulders, I gave him a fierce head butt which dropped him to the floor. When he was down I kicked him between the legs and then stamped on his head. The man was not conscious and most likely dead.

 

“..I'm in the mood for chancin’, I feel like dancin'...”

 

I turned my attention to the other lad who had fell in to a toilet cubicle holding his head. He was tall and skinny with ginger hair. I ran towards him like a bull and head butted him.

 

“..Ooh from head to my toes, take me again, and heaven who knows, just where it will end…”

 

He went flying back in to the cubicle and bounced off the toilet. As he came forwards again after rebounding from the toilet I kicked door that had swung back in to his face. He was now sat on the toilet bleeding heavily from the head. I kicked him violently between his legs and then reputedly punched him and bounced his head off the toilet back. When I was sure that he was dead I stole his clothes and swiftly exited. I left the “Do Not Enter, out Of Order Sign” in front of the door.

 

 

 

I made my way to the present’s table and a man put his arm on my shoulder, he looked like the manager, he thrust two drinks in to my hand and ordered me to take them to the lady in the corner, I was about to rip this man’s eyes out until I realised the woman was Edna Farrels, I smiled and headed towards her table. As I reached there I put the two pints down on the table.

”Where’s my f*cking drink you stupid tw*t?” She colourfully asked while smoking a cigarette.

”These are for my husband and son if they ever bleeding show up! Seen our Robert around anywhere?” She asked me in an awful hoarse voice.

”No love, sorry about that, what drink did you want?”

“Get me a gin and tonic and make it quick you thick lump of sh*t!”

I smiled and laughed to myself I headed back towards the bar while small kids were sliding on their knees around my feet, I gently kicked one away and reached the bar. I made the gin and tonic, but I added the secret ingredient, the small poisonous liquid that I had stored in my pocket, I emptied the small container in to the glass and headed back towards Edna. Michael Jackson’s “Blame it on the boogie” came on and I walked through the dance floor with a skip in my step.

I handed Edna the drink who snatched it from my hand and quickly downed it, the poison had a delayed reaction time to kick in. The man sat next to her tried to hand me a glass to return to the bar, I resisted the urge to shove it in his face and merely gave him a look that made him put down the glass.

 

I got to the presents table and picked up the largest one that I could find, quickly, I carried it out, past the bouncers and towards the limo. Little did I know that a few members of the Farrell family had seen me. I reached the limo and was met with a blow to the back of the head, I fell on to the limousine window and my head was lay on the roof. I then turned around to received a kick in the guts from a small skinny man. I dropped the box and found myself on my hands and knees.

”Stealing my sisters f*cking presents are we?”

The man kicked me in the face and I flew back. I looked up, he looked like he had smoked all his life, he had a pale face and actually looked coked out of his head.

“You f*cked with the wrong family fella!”

He shouted as he pointed his bony finger at me. I brought myself to my feet and assessed the situation; the smaller man in front was wearing a black jacket and pink shirt which was opened revealing his hairy chest. The two behind were in shirts and waistcoats. They were taller and stockier. The on to the right pulled out a small switchblade and the other was holding a cosh that was the blow to the back of my head. The one on the right shouted:

“Im gonna’ f*cking carve you up you nob head!” He moved towards me and drove the knife towards my face, I dodged it and grabbed his wrist, as I bent it upwards he dropped the knife in pain. I pushed him towards the guy on the left as the other two advanced towards me. I punched the one on the right in the nose and he went flying backwards in to the limo. I then butted the knife man, grabbed his shoulders and drove a knee between his legs, the other guy swung the cosh but I put the knife man’s head in the way. After knocking out another member of his family the man with the cosh hesitated. This gave me chance to uppercut him and then remove him of his weapon.

I then smacked him on the top of his head with it and he dropped to the floor. The skinny man was backed up against the limo with a busted nose. I held the cosh to my right side and gave him a challenging look, he ran towards me and was met with a blow to his left ribs, I then brought the cosh to my right side and swung it to his right temple. He went flying backwards in to the limo. I then smashed his head through a window and he slowly pulled out of it and collapsed on to the floor.

I slowly turned to victim number three he stood shaking as I held his own weapon. I dropped it to the floor, the metal clanged as it bounced off the floor.

“Lets have it then you f*cking tw*t!” I shouted as I ran at the man, he turned to sprint but I grabbed him by his ear and through him in to the limousine. As I held his head against it I kneed him in the face several times. I kicked one of his legs that he was standing on and he fell to the floor. I stamped on his finger and kicked im in the stomach.

”Heres you’re f*cking present!” I shouted as I dropped the large box on his head. He quickly crawled under the limo to escape me but I dragged him out by his leg and bent his knee upwards then stamped on it. There was an awful snap and he screamed in pain. I withdrew my knife and shoved it in to his face.

The present contained a new TV I found out later, I replaced the box with a large bomb that was in the boot, this was to be detonated by my keys. I re-wrapped it and walked back up to the golf club. The bouncers would not have heard me kill the three men, I parked too far away and the music was too loud. I replaced the present just in time, as the other waiters were loading up the bride and groom’s limo, with the gifts. I helped and but my special gift as close to their seats as possible.

After a while of waiting the bride and groom got in to the limo, smiling and waving off the family, half of which were searching for the missing members. I passed Edna who was saying to her sister:

“God I feel awful, where the hell is Frank when you need him?”

The limo exited the car park and I entered my parked Mercedes that I had been there since last night, “A job well done” I thought as I put on my sunglasses and put in the car keys. “Almost forgot!” I said out loud as I pushed the button on my keys.

 

 

 

Edited June 26, 2007 by bigbilly123

[Oblivionz]

Long read. It's looking pretty damn good.

Keep me updated, bro.

 

(PS: Don't hit your own balls going for the arse slap again, man.)

[bigbilly123]

Long read. It's looking pretty damn good.

Keep me updated, bro.

 

(PS: Don't hit your own balls going for the arse slap again, man.)

Cheers dude

 

Yeah long read I know, I might shorten it or re- write it all together, at least you ahd the courtesy to post