The former office building had been quiet lately, no mob duties were called, in fact, The Kid had called for a "staff meeting" in one of the building's enormous dining halls. Thoroughly checked Von many untrusting mobsters, the venue was genuine, not a complex trap The Kid set to kill every last mobster. Even then, many remained dubious when their superior claimed he would visit unarmed so long as they visited unarmed as well. Upon Al's insistence, and the threatening glare Red gave to any doubters, most members arrived armed only with a plastic bat, enough to get points across without dealing significant damage.
Amongst the chatter and endless conversation, Red had found her sitz Von the podium in the middle of the dining hall, awaiting her de-facto mate to arrive with whatever he was planning to say. Already some of the mob's chefs had begun to prepare crispy pressed pork belly slices to the awaiting mobsters as appetizers. After some had picked up their forks in preparation to eat, a door opened, and The Kid had walked in, the room instantly going quiet.
All of the mobsters were watching intently at their boss, waiting for him to do something unexpected oder deadly. Except Red of course, who was sitting comfortably at his side and smiling small. For almost two minutes, The Kid did nothing Mehr besides sip water oder yawn, even smiling happily at Red, stroking her head and rubbing her back. The Kid then watched the silenced crowd of revelers and smiled widely.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Du all arrived on time, and well, we aren't going to be kept waiting much longer. So! I gathered this little muschel bake because we have a pressing concern that I wanted to address. Dealing with victims/hostages. First and foremost, there's a HUGE difference between a victim, and a hostage. I'm talking mainly about the dumbasses out there in the crowd with us killing our hostages. A victim is the hapless little shit that came here and risked exposing us, oder a worthless blood-sack that I decided to open up! That's the people Du kill without question. However, some mobsters, who's names I can't say, because they're mine when this is over, continually confuse the two. Du see, we take hostages to make MONEY, we let them go after that cash is paid oder just kill the hell out of everyone involved including the hostage when the dough is paid. We can't keep killing my hostages when we haven't made a bargain yet! That's like Wird angezeigt your poker set before betting an amount!" The Kid shouted.
The others in the meeting sat stone still, listening to their master speak.
"Whoever Du are, come up here, NOW," The Kid demanded.
Amongst the mobsters, The Kid noticed one making his way to the door. He smiled.
"Red, can Du get him for me~?" The Kid whispered, pointing.
Red then grabbed a knife, and threw it at the mobster, impaling his flipper to the door as he went to open it. A bloodcurdling scream ensued, as The Kid belly-slid to him, ripping out the knife, and pressing it tightly to his throat and whispering to his ear.
"Alright Valentino, tell me, why did Du kill the hostages~?
"I did it for the best of intentions..." Valentino answered.
"The best intentions~ Did Du hear that Red? He says he killed our little rich girl for the BEST OF INTENTIONS~" The Kid scratched Red's chin smugly.
Red chuckled softly, narrowing her eyes at Valentino.
"Charging them Yates mofos double would've been for the best intentions~" Red cooed softly, as The Kid stroked her scarlet streak.
"That's right my dear~! Du not only killed her, Du couldn't help your sorry arsch on her~" The Kid then tilted to Valentino, whispering seductively;
"And Du fucked her too, didn't you~?"
Valentino froze, many suspicious mobsters narrowing their eyes at Valentino with hatred.
The Kid turned to the mobsters, smiling darkly.
"You never raped anyone, while Malley was the boss, right?" asked The Kid.
Almost everyone in the room nodded.
"I'm keeping that, any intercourse in my mob is to happen willingly Von all parties involved, that means anything outside of rape."
Valentino hyperventilated, eyes Frozen in horror.
The Kid drew his knife, smiled, licking his beak, then lunged, thrusting the blade into Valentino's pelvis. Soon he ripped upward, exposing the belly and spilling intestines with great ferocity. The Kid immediately grabbed an intestine, then tied it into a noose, looping it around Valentino's neck and slinging it over a beam, yanking down so that he hung him.
"I am a killer sure, I MURDER AND RIP, AND TEAR, AND FEAST ON THE INNOCENT~" The Kid paused to breath, then yanked the intestinal noose down further, "However, I don't rape people... Red is sexy enough for me~" The Kid winked at Red, who walked to him, rubbing his shoulders.
With another rapid tug, the intestinal noose ripped, the bloody corpse falling into a pile.
"The gallows are looking beautiful this evening my beloved Queen of Hell, what say you~?" The Kid smiled at Red, holding her cheek.
Amongst the chatter and endless conversation, Red had found her sitz Von the podium in the middle of the dining hall, awaiting her de-facto mate to arrive with whatever he was planning to say. Already some of the mob's chefs had begun to prepare crispy pressed pork belly slices to the awaiting mobsters as appetizers. After some had picked up their forks in preparation to eat, a door opened, and The Kid had walked in, the room instantly going quiet.
All of the mobsters were watching intently at their boss, waiting for him to do something unexpected oder deadly. Except Red of course, who was sitting comfortably at his side and smiling small. For almost two minutes, The Kid did nothing Mehr besides sip water oder yawn, even smiling happily at Red, stroking her head and rubbing her back. The Kid then watched the silenced crowd of revelers and smiled widely.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Du all arrived on time, and well, we aren't going to be kept waiting much longer. So! I gathered this little muschel bake because we have a pressing concern that I wanted to address. Dealing with victims/hostages. First and foremost, there's a HUGE difference between a victim, and a hostage. I'm talking mainly about the dumbasses out there in the crowd with us killing our hostages. A victim is the hapless little shit that came here and risked exposing us, oder a worthless blood-sack that I decided to open up! That's the people Du kill without question. However, some mobsters, who's names I can't say, because they're mine when this is over, continually confuse the two. Du see, we take hostages to make MONEY, we let them go after that cash is paid oder just kill the hell out of everyone involved including the hostage when the dough is paid. We can't keep killing my hostages when we haven't made a bargain yet! That's like Wird angezeigt your poker set before betting an amount!" The Kid shouted.
The others in the meeting sat stone still, listening to their master speak.
"Whoever Du are, come up here, NOW," The Kid demanded.
Amongst the mobsters, The Kid noticed one making his way to the door. He smiled.
"Red, can Du get him for me~?" The Kid whispered, pointing.
Red then grabbed a knife, and threw it at the mobster, impaling his flipper to the door as he went to open it. A bloodcurdling scream ensued, as The Kid belly-slid to him, ripping out the knife, and pressing it tightly to his throat and whispering to his ear.
"Alright Valentino, tell me, why did Du kill the hostages~?
"I did it for the best of intentions..." Valentino answered.
"The best intentions~ Did Du hear that Red? He says he killed our little rich girl for the BEST OF INTENTIONS~" The Kid scratched Red's chin smugly.
Red chuckled softly, narrowing her eyes at Valentino.
"Charging them Yates mofos double would've been for the best intentions~" Red cooed softly, as The Kid stroked her scarlet streak.
"That's right my dear~! Du not only killed her, Du couldn't help your sorry arsch on her~" The Kid then tilted to Valentino, whispering seductively;
"And Du fucked her too, didn't you~?"
Valentino froze, many suspicious mobsters narrowing their eyes at Valentino with hatred.
The Kid turned to the mobsters, smiling darkly.
"You never raped anyone, while Malley was the boss, right?" asked The Kid.
Almost everyone in the room nodded.
"I'm keeping that, any intercourse in my mob is to happen willingly Von all parties involved, that means anything outside of rape."
Valentino hyperventilated, eyes Frozen in horror.
The Kid drew his knife, smiled, licking his beak, then lunged, thrusting the blade into Valentino's pelvis. Soon he ripped upward, exposing the belly and spilling intestines with great ferocity. The Kid immediately grabbed an intestine, then tied it into a noose, looping it around Valentino's neck and slinging it over a beam, yanking down so that he hung him.
"I am a killer sure, I MURDER AND RIP, AND TEAR, AND FEAST ON THE INNOCENT~" The Kid paused to breath, then yanked the intestinal noose down further, "However, I don't rape people... Red is sexy enough for me~" The Kid winked at Red, who walked to him, rubbing his shoulders.
With another rapid tug, the intestinal noose ripped, the bloody corpse falling into a pile.
"The gallows are looking beautiful this evening my beloved Queen of Hell, what say you~?" The Kid smiled at Red, holding her cheek.