Morello's Return

[Tony Soprano]

"AHHH!!! Ya' mother's fuckin' cunt!"

*The man said, screaming abuse*

[morello]

Morello laughed, having fun taking the man apart. He pressed further and cut the man's arm off, and laughed harder. He glanced back at the waiter, making sure he wasn't at the phone, or anyone else. He looked back at the man and pulled his blood drenched knife up above his head and stabbed it at the man's other arm and stabbed it through. He laughed harder as he tried to pulled it to the left and right, trying to cut it off too.

(( Gruesome, eh? * laughs *))

[Tony Soprano]

*The man screamed in pain, but managed to turn over wrestle away Morello. As the knife was stuck in his arm, he frantically reached for his gun*

[morello]

Morello smiled and kicked the man, then throwing his knife at him, trying to aim for the neck, head, or hand that was reaching for the gun. He smiled and swiped out his own and grinned, his eyes full of thirst for more. He bent down, aiming the gun at the man's head, smiling. His heart and pulse was faster then ever, he was enjoying the scream of pain and the blood that was on the ground. He enjoyed everything he just did." So......why not scream some more, deficiente?" he asked, smiling. He wadded closer to the man and pressed the gun against the man's skull, ready to shoot. He smiled and pulled the trigger, hopefully the bullet smashed into the skull and brain.

[deficiente=asshole]

[Tony Soprano]

The man's skull hit the floor quickly. His hand, on the gun. One extra second and he could have won the battle. Fate was unlucky.

[morello]

" Crap.....now I'm going to have to clean this up soon, or have Savino clean it up." He sighed and pulled out his cellphone and dialed in the number to his friend Tom, which lived in this area, luckly. He smiled as the phone rang, he stood up, grabbing the knife. He waited and when Tom answered he smiled," Hey, Tom. I'll owe you for this......" he waited for Tom to finish," Yeah, whatever. Hm....you know Pizzaland down the street, right?" he waited again," Well.....I sort of need you to clean this up for me. I wouldn't want Savino to do it for me...." he paused,"Some man came to kill me, I'm unsure who he was but he's dead. Clean up, will you?" he waited and nodded," Thanks, Tom. I owe you one...." he hung up, leaned down, picking up the gun fron the man and strode over to the pizza box. He smiled," Damn idiot wasted a nice pizza....." he shrugged and walked over to the waiter and slid a few hundards and left the building.

He walked over to his Bentley and opened the car door, stepping in. He placed the newest gun into his ripped pocket, along with the knife and looked up. In front, Tom was already heading down to clean up the job. He waited and put the keys into the indgenation, the Bentley roared to life and he started back down the highway to clear out before the police tried to get him.

He sped down the highway, a bit faster then he was supposed to. Where to go, where to go? he thought to himself. He smiled at his idea and started towards his destionation.

[Tony Soprano]

*Within five minutes, the body was in Tom's car and the blood was cleaned up. The few hundereds left by Morello had more than enough sorted out the police problem. The owners and staff would keep quiet after that kind of cash was waved infront of them.*