SAM AGOSTINO & SAL:

Agostino sits in 'his' room straightening his black tie, it was the same usual Mafioso outfit, but it was a bit more expensive and less noticably 'criminal'. Sal on the other hand could look like a hardened criminal no matter what he dressed in. Their rooms were parallel, with the doors swung wide open, and the mirrors right next to the door. Sal was getting ready in his room to the far left of Agostino.

It was suggested that they go out, they were getting bored of tired old situations, and it was far from Sam's birthday nor Sal's anniversary, which sadly had to be celebrated without his spouse present. After a few months Sal would have saved up enough money and he'd spend three years with his wife on a beach in Hawaii. -

- Sam shakes her hands at her sides and looks into the mirror. She slowly and gracefully applies lipstick then takes it and puts in her red purse, which matched her dress, shoes, lipstick, and a ribbon in her hair. She removes her shoes speedily and skips into Agostino's room, turning as she walks in, "How do I look."

He takes a good hard look at her, "Are you sure you should dress that way?"

"What it's fine isn't it."

It was a full dress, but it showed a little more skin than he was expecting, cleavage, her entire back, and her left leg. Agostino takes a look across the hall at Sal, who doesn't even pretend to look away, his glasses pointed at both of them. Agostino turns back to Samantha, "Don't even play around like that, you can't dress that way it's not respectable, now come on go put some clothes on."

"These are clothes!" She says jumping onto his bed, she sits there like a little kid. "Why do we have to go out anyway, this is stupid, we could just sit here and watch a movie and order a pizza."

"Tony doesn't have any movies." Agostino says finishing his tie.

"He has cable..."

"There aren't any good movies on anyway I checked, and besides, don't you want Sal to have a good time."

"We could order a pay-per-view, and besides, Sal's not going to have a good time anyway..." She says.

"Oh yeah, and how do you know that?"

"'Cause his wife's not here." She says smiling, the smile slowly fades, "You can't be happy on your anniversary if you can't be with the person you love."

Agostino makes a turn looking into Sal's room and shouts, "'Ey Sal, what do you wanna' do?"

Sal picks a gold watch up off the counter and slips it onto his wrist, "... I don't give a fuck."

"You don't have anything in mind?"

"What? Fuck no, I thought you did."

"Well Sam doesn't want to go out, she wants to stay in and order a pizza."

"Whatever..." Sal says, he takes a few steps out of his room and the two of them hear him go down the steps.

Agostino's attention shifts to Samantha, sitting on his bed, "Why'd you get ready if you didn't want to go anywhere?"

"I thought we were." She says shrugging it off. "Now I don't have to wear those god awful shoes."

"You don't like 'em?"

"No, I do. They just hurt my feet. -"

"This TV's not comin' on by itself!" They hear Sal scream from downstairs.

Sam locks eyes with Agostino, he doesn't react, "Let's go pick the movie, Sal's a lazy bastard."

They head down the stairs to find Sal on the couch with a remote, his feet on the coffee table, and a cigar in his mouth. "I'm not good at picking movies anyway." he says tossing his unfinsished cigar, it flies three feet from his face and lands almost dead on in the ashtray. "Why don't you pick it." He says looking at Agostino as he blows his smoke.

"What about me!" Sam says taking fake offense.

"No way, you'll pick something like Underworld or whatever the fuck that was you were watching last time!"

"But I LIKE that movie."

"Yeah what was that other movie..." Agostino says thinking out loud.

"Which one?" Sal asks him.

"I don't know, we watched it like three weeks ago... Somethin' like that."

"Why would you want to watch a movie you just saw not too long ago." Sal says laughing.

"No," he says, "'cause it was a really good movie though."

"Oh..." Sam says, pointing, "I think I know what movie you're talking about, The Crow right."

"Yes." Agostino confirms, "Now that was a good movie."

"No fuckin' way..." Agostino says objectively, "I'm not watching any movie with any kind of love story in it, or any movie with people wearing tight black clothing."

"Why no love stories?" Samantha bounces into the room without them even realizing she'd left, she holds a glass of lemonade and takes a sip, "Isn't that kind of weird since it's your anniversary, we should watch a love story... How 'bout the Butterfly Effect."

"That fuckin' movie with Ashton Kutcher, that movie was gay I hated it!"

"You don't like anything!" Samantha says sitting on the couch slouching and pretending to pout.

"So sue me."

Sal suddenly stands up and kicks his brother violently in the back of his leg, the reverse of his knee, causing him to drop onto one leg. A bullet goes flying above his head and into the wall wear the closet leads into the kitchen. A Colombian hitman stands at the doorway, apperently trying to sneak his way in, he'd missed with his execuation round, he was given away, now he was firing indiscriminantly throughout the room. Sal prepared as usual, pulls a nine mil from his pocket and wastes him.

Agostino who wasn't prepared runs for the kitchen, he swings two drawers open and pulls a large crate from inside slamming it onto the tile, he reaches for a Police Issue Barretta. He grabs another and loads clips into both of them. Then he takes four ammo clips and puts them in his side pockets evenly.

He pushes his brother aside as he walks in, "There's more, be ready."

"How do you know?" Sal asks him drawing his guns towards the door.

"We're Nicos." Agostino replies with a smirk. Sal gives a slight shrug with his right shoulder agreeing.

Sam cowers behind Agostino, he turns to her, "GO SOMEWHERE SAFE!"

"NO!" She says clinging to his suitjacket.

'BLAM!' he fires a bullet into the sky "GO!" she doesn't move, and a shit-storm of Colombian gangsters rush into the room. Agostino and Sal fire rapidly sending bullet after bullet into the next falling gangster. "FUCK!"

'It's a fuckin' sucidide mission' Sal thought, 'they're sending their guys through to wear us down.'

A window breaks to the left, 'God,' Sal thinks, ' how many more of them could come through there. He bolts into the other room to take care of them.

Agostino stays focused, with his eyes burning holes through the front door, and his feet planted firmly on the ground. Agostino gets distracted by shots coming from the left of the house, a Colombian slips through firing rounds on him with a Desert Eagle. The bullet rips through the air and tears a seering hole in his shoulder. Blood sprays across the wall behind him - the closet wall - Sam gets hit with a warm spray as well and crys out, moving away quickly as Agostino stumbles backwards into the wall behind him. Sam distraught, falls on the floor. With the blood covering her face and left hand, she watches in terror as the Colombian pulls the trigger, Agostino's gun goes off right afterwards, hitting the Colombian in the center of the left ribs, he's hit in the stomach but remains standing.

In his bleeding moments, maybe it was from loss of complete thought, only one thought was able to enter Agostino's head; it wasn't a hit, it was a kidnapping, they were here for Trent's daughter.

He fires his gun three times hitting the Colominian in the leg, the forearm, and the the far left of his belly. Two more bullet come flying his way as well, his gut and his waistline, around his left leg.

Halfway to sitting position Agostino fires a shot a shot dead center into the Colombian's chest. The two of them hit the ground. The Colombians chest rises and falls at a rapid pace, as he tries hard to breath. Agostino crawls methodically towards the man smearing his blood across the hard wood floor. His right hand-gun the only one in his hand, he curls slightly, laying on his left side, he reaches into his pocket and sticks a clip inside. Sam has her hands up at the side of her face, shaking, not wanting to see, not wanting to hear. She balls them up into fists rocking back and forth. Agostino can hear breathing, it keeps him going, he takes a final lunge across the floor and grabs the Colombian by his belt buckle, sliding him across the floor. He slides all the way until they're face to face, then Agostino jams the gun his mouth and pulls back the hammer. "NOOO!" Samantha lets out a scream, 'BLAM!' the Colombians blood tattoos itself gruesomely onto the floor below.

Agostino's energy drops and he lets go of the gun, the bullets melt his flesh, inside he could feel his blood flow out like a running faucet, pouring itself onto him. It's warmth a grim reminder of just how cold he felt.

Samantha crawls across the floor to him, taking his head in her arms crying. She's able to lift him at the shoulders and above, tears running into his long hair. She looks into his dying eyes and plants a kiss onto his lips, then she breaks it crying over him again, holding him.

Sal's feet pound across the floor towards them, "Agostino this guy got away I think -" he gets inside the room, he takes one look at his brother and his face goes cold, his eyebrows shift downward to his glasses and he places the gun on his forehead. "Oh no... Oh no..."

The last Colombian comes rushing into the door he capitalizes on the mourning victims, pointing his gun at Agostino he fires a fatal shot into the top of Agostino's head. Samantha depressed, only holds him tighter.

Sal's gun snaps forward, 'BBLLAAM!M!' The guns go off simultaneousely, the barrels smoking. The two men fall to their knees at almost the same time. Bullet holes lodged in their heads, Sal falls after the Colombian. Dropping on his side, his eyes locked on the back of his brother's head as his pupils retract and the life within' him flows through the cracks.

The only thing left was a massacre, and a blood soaked girl who'd witnessed the death of her gaurdian angels.