No Limitations • T. Shelby

Chapter one:

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"A black cat dream is never wrong..."

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Chapter one: The billy boys

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A gunshot rings out from behind the trees, alerting the two Gyspy men living in the clearing.

The gunshot was followed by a group of men singing obnoxious and derogatory all in weirdly tune with one another as they marched out from behind the trees, showing themselves.

"Hello. Hello. We are the 'Billy Boys'." They sang as they walked out into the clearing, making their presence known to the father and son duo, the sun pointing a shotgun at the group.

"We're up to our knees in Fenian blood, surrender or  you'll die. Cause we are the Brigton Derry Billy Boys."

"Drop the peashooter, son." The leader of the gang spoke up to the younger gypsy man. The son of the two.

"A broken broom stops all Gypsy cures, Mr Gold." The man says, kicking the older man: Aberama Gold, in the face, having already been on the floor after being shot by the first bullet fired. The man groans in response to the forceful kick.

"Who the fuck are you?" The younger boy: Bonnie Gold, asked, looking the gang leader up and down with a fixed with a glare.

The man looked down at him with a raised eyebrow and let out a scoffed chuckle "Did you not hear my song?" He gestured his hands to the men he brought with him. "These gentlemen are the Billy Boys! And me?" He paused, walking right up to the young boy, picking his dropped shotgun up from the floor.

"I'm Jimmy." He says, his Scottish accent accented with each word he said. He fired the blunt end of the gun forward, hitting the young boy in the mouth as he continues, looking down at him. "Mouth broke so you can't talk. But you don't need to. Your body will be the lesson."

The boy groaned as he pushed himself up to sit on the floor, his arm held to his bloodied and broke mouth as his father struggled against the boot of a Billy Boy's foot against the side of his head, holding him to the floor so he couldn't intervene.

"You work in a particular capacity for Mr Thomas Shelby, OBE. Am I right?" Jimmy asked the broken mouthed boy on the floor, already knowing the answer to his rhetorical question.

"I heard you're a fighter. The best." He continued. Taking a few steps closer to the boy who had pushed himself to his knees, clearly in pain but still glaring up at Jimmy, putting on a brave and fearless face.

"But you're fighting days are over." He pauses. Kicking the boy in the face with a force that sends him falling backwards. "Because I need Mr Shelby to understand." Another kick. "That his best." And another. "Is not good enough." He says, pinning the boy's back to a tree, his hands gripping the boys collar as he headbutts him square in the nose, adding to the already dripping blood.

The boy's brave front finally snaps, groaning in pain as two Billy Boy's hold him up to a stand with their hands on his upper arms, dragging him over to a cross shaped piece of wood on the floor. Laying him down on top of it. Tying each arm to the two outward parts of the cross, his body down the middle.

His father lays on the floor, looking up at his son who was tied to a large wooden cross in the middle of the wooden clearing. His voice hoarse and filtered with pain from his own injuries as he calls out to his son. "Bonnie!"

His calls were interrupted by Jimmy starting to talk to the half conscious, bloodied up boy on the cross. "Farewell fighter boy. You died well." And with that, he unholstered his gun, lining it up with Bonnie's forehead and unloading the chamber. The young boy's body went limp and flightless against the cross as the blood drained from his head, trailing down the side of his neck, his head hung low as the life was sucked out of his soul with a single bullet.

His father's cries became more painful and full of despair at his son being killed and crucified infront of him. Calling out his son's name through cries and physical pain.

Jimmy stuffed a piece of paper into Bonnie's pocket, whatever words that were wrote on the paper lays a mystery as Jimmy walks over to where Aberama was lay on the ground, looking down at the man who was curled in a fetal position as he cried for his son.

"Tell Thomas Shelby it's time to fucking share. We'll take all the tracks out as far as Nottingham, we'll take Cheltenham as well." He says before looking back up at his gang, gesturing them to follow him. "C'mon boys."

He led his men out the same way they came, walking past the trees and disappearing from sight, leaving the hurt and despair they created behind them as they left.

The woods returned to silence, the only sound being the cries and groans of the broken man who had lost his son in the most violent way possible...

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AN: Chapter 1! Honestly, this scene in Peaky Blinders left me in tears, I loved Bonnie so much.

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Words: 870

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