Gangsters

The Fallen

James and the gang sought out to take down George and his entire gang this time. They loaded their guns and left, packing heat. This was it. The war to end all gang wars. "One more thing before we leave." James said. The gang looked at him. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the head of one of his men. The others separated from him and he gasped. James pulled the trigger then holstered his gun. "Thanks for tipping me off Gregory." He told another member. He replied simply with a "mmhhmm." Gregory saw Philip take the shovel from Daniel, gaining his trust then swing it full force into the back of poor Danny's skull. He knew James would want to know and end the life of the man who took his brother's. So he let him remain infiltrated until his death. They all got in black cars and left the premises. Kate remained alone in the house. A gun before her just in case. The gang pulled up at George's and filed out. Flanking the place like a black ops mission to take down a terrorist. They all went in at every angle and opening and the sounds of gunfire riddled through the entire place from every way. James took his jacket off and dropped it in the hallway then unholstered two guns from under his arms. Walking down the hallway, still in his suit clothes, he would aim and take out men accurately. Oliver did as well as he had his back. Once they made it to the end, the hallway was clear. "Man. You're not the King for nothing." Oliver said. James headed down another hallway and Oliver stayed with him.

The hallway was cleared by their other members. Edward was in the library and knocked a man out with his punch then got over him and hit him one more time to finish him. He looked up at Noah just as a member drove his switchblade into his ribs. He shouted so loudly it echoed through the hallways to James and Oliver. Who started to flee to the library. Edward took his own blade out and rushed over then jabbed the member in the back several times then let him drop. He held his brother as he fell into his arms. James and Oliver stopped in the room and saw Edward holding Noah while weeping. "I....love you." Noah said. Just before his life left him. Edward wept and held his brother close. "He's not gonna be able to leave him. Watch his back." James ordered. "Alright." Oliver said and turned around to face his back to Edward and watching the entries. James left the library and searched for George. No one could find him. "FIND HIM AND BRING HIM TO ME ALIVE!" James demanded furiously from upstairs. Two gunshots sounded downstairs and in the library. Then a loud whistle. Like a command for a dog. James hurried downstairs and rushed back into the library. George was on his knees. Blood beneath him. "Well, look at this." James said. George scoffed at the irony. He was bowing before the King. He applauded "Bravo. You boys did it." He said. "We also killed your other son and all your members. You have NOTHING!" James shouted. "Congratulations." George said, exhaustingly. James looked to a few members. "Take him to the dock." He said and went to Edward. "Come along brother." He told him. "I'm not leaving him!" He cried out. "We're not. He'll get a proper burial." He said.