HANDSOME: THE ULTIMATE VIGILANTY Written By Marcus Liam Breu ( Send praise, death threats & marriage proposals)

The night's cold. Cold & crisp. The air was still, when you moved around you could almost here the air moving. A crinklie sort of noise if it was one. The basketball court was all dark, except for the corner which was lightly lit by a nearby street light. I've been waiting here in the shadows for almost two hours now... Waiting... Waiting for the Antonio & Montana family worker bee's to show up. The Antonio family is meant to be meeting the Montana family here to buy some firearms. The kind that you can't buy on the normal market. Uzi's, grenade launchers, all that sort of shit. You see, these two families aren't usually very friendly towards each other, but as soon as they heard of the Deminges family moving in from Maryland, they joined forces. Back in Maryland, the Deminges family was the

biggest things around in the crime game, but when they moved here to Los Angeles, they weren't seen as much of a threat. But they've got rid of all the people that have gotten in their way, and the last two threats left are the Antonio & Montana families. So they've put aside their differences to come after the Deminges. That's where I come in. The Deminges family has hired me to get rid of the problem for them. The last couple of times that the Deminges family did some "business" the cops were close to proving it was them. So to avoid strike three, they called me in to do a job for them. And believe me, these people pay a lot better than the Corleone family in "The Godfather", yeah, these people don't pay in "favours", these people pay in cash. And a shit load of it at that!

Wait! I hear something, it sounds like a car. Automatic. Dunlop tyres. Doing about 50mph. I hear a skid noise, the engine stops, and four of the doors open. I look out from behind the bench that I'm hiding behind. I see four tough looking guys walking towards the centre of the court. Each of them carrying a brief case, most likely the weapons are inside. Just looking at these guys, I can tell that they're all packing heat. And a lot of it. These guys obviously don't trust the opisite family, whoever it might be. They put the brief case's down and stand there waiting for their company. I start to put my guns together. Pulling out my two hand guns, I start to screw on the silencers. Now I'm ready. But I have to wait.

Not long after, the other family shows up. Another four guys packing heat come out, but only one has a brief case, which I'm guessing is the cash to pay for the weapons. It's now time to make my move, but I have to be very fast & clean. If any of them see me they'll get the upper hand, and I'll get my ass shot off. Eight of them against one of me? It doesn't actually sound like one of my wet dreams. But the money sure does. From what I can tell, the man with the brief case is saying how much money he's carrying. The four other men pick up their brief cases. Now it's time to make my move, five of the guys are holding brief cases, so I should take out the other three first, then move onto the ones with the brief cases.

Quickly, with a gun in each hand, I jump up and start firing. Each shot is made with precision and aim. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The first three guys go down with ease. All of which had the honour of dying with my personal favorite... A HEAD SHOT! But the other five guys are now well aware of the situation, and they drop the cases and pull out the heat. Pointing the guns in my direction, it is now clear that I'm in the shit, and its at waist height. All of a sudden, all of the guns that are being pointed in my direction start firing. Bullets fly out of the barrels and hit the bench making the wood chip & fly around. All of this wood landed on my back. And when they finally started shooting, and I jumped back up again. All of this wood flew up with me. Flying in front of my eyes, blinding me. I can't see at all where I'm firing. So I just kept on shooting. I know their general direction, so that's where I'm pointing it. Shot after shot after shot. Finally, when I opened up my eyes I looked around. Everyone was lying on the floor. My guess is DEAD. But I can't check. I can't risk getting my finger prints on the bodies. Speaking of bodies... where's the 8th one? Seven are here, but not the last one. Suddenly, I heard some trash cans fall over at the other end of the court, and there running in the distance, was the missing Montana. I started running after him, and reloading my guns at the same time. Then I started firing towards his feet. I don't want to kill him yet, I want to kill him head on. When an animal predator kills its prey the last thing they see is the teeth. So when I kill this guy, the last thing I want this guy to see is the barrel of my gun. BLAM! BLAM! This guy keeps jumping them. Then a car skids to a halt in front of me. I skid to a halt as well, so I don't run into it. On the other side of the car, a door is opened and the driver is shot. Then the runner gets behind the wheel and starts speeding off. But I still feel that I have the upper hand. This guy doesn't think he can get away that easy? No!... No! No! No! I start firing towards the tyres, one of them explodes making the car flip onto its side. I start running again, now towards the skidding car. When it finally stops, I jump on top & open the door. Inside is the runner, rolled into a ball, scared shitless.

"What family you from?" I yelled at him. My guns pointed towards his head.

"...!" Nothing was the reply that I got.

"I'm not fucking around here! I will kill you if you don't tell me which family your from!"

"Ok... the Montana's! Please let me go" He pleaded.

"The Montana's? That's exactly what I thought! Thanks" I said. And with that, I fired the guns... hitting him about ten times. He's gone.

I jumped off of the car, and started waling down the street. I start to get closer to the body of the driver that was shot. The gun that he was shot with was fired around four times, so I'm guessing he should be dead. So when I reach him, I don't even care to check. But as I start to walk on, I hear a voice... "... help..." I stop, this person must be still alive. I walk back to the body & flip it over to take a look. Shit! It's Michael! I've known this guy since I was like two. We went to school together, we worked together at some shitty little pizza joint, we even lived together for a few months! He was meant to be driving in from Arizona tomorrow to meet with me... He must of wanted to get in earlier... "... Hey... I wanted to get in earlier and suprise you... Suprise!..." And with that, his eyes closed slowly. He's finished.

Those fucking Montana's! They'll fucking pay for what has happened tonight!

I don't care if its just a coincidence! They're all gonna fucking pay! First thing tomorrow morning, I'm going to meet with the head of the Deminges family, and I'm gonna make a deal with them... They want the Montana's gone. Then they can have it. For $ 50, 000 I'll kill those greasy Italian fucks, and they're bum-buddy sister family, the Antonio's!

Fuck with me? Ha!