Gatecrashers

It was less than a few hours before the wedding. Sly was a nervous wreck. But not nervous enough to puke out every meal he had in the past week, unlike Murray after he once saw Sly covered in pasta sauce and thought he was drenched in blood. He wasn't nervous that he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life, he would have thought of that when he popped the question to Carmelita in the first place, which he didn't. And surprisingly, he wasn't afraid that Interpol would come bashing in through the doors in full SWAT apparel, bash him in the mouth with the butt of SIG, and haul Carmelita and him off to prison. Nor was he nervous that one of his pals would make a perfect lecherous ass out of themselves. That'll happen at the reception; after the wedding.

The truth was, he was afraid of the brewing danger that continued to become more and more deadly. He didn't want anything to happen, or else a certain greasy haired fox was going to get his ass kicked.

"Yo! You okay?" Murray asked, snapping Sly out of his trance.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sly replied.

Carmelita was getting ready for the wedding. She was still in her normal clothes, getting ready to get into her wedding dress.

"God, I love weddings!" Alexia smiled. "You're not getting cold feet are you?"

"I'm not one to back down from a challenge, and you very much know that!" Carmelita smiled. "And being the bride of a world famous master thief with a bounty of over fifty million is one hell of a challenge!"

"Well, I'm so happy for you, and I would like to say that if Interpol ever tries to pump me for information about you, I will not only quit, but the chief will be needing to ice down his marbles for about a week," Alexia joked.

"You do that," Carmelita said. "And do the same for that jackass McBride as soon as you get back in could you?"

"It would be my pleasure," Alexia smirked. "I got to go to the ladies room."

Alexia got out of her chair and left the room. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound. Carmelita suddenly perked up. She knew what it was. It was the sound of a silenced pistol!

"Alexia!" she whispered.

She opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of Alexia laying motionless on the ground and a silenced pistol stuck in her face.

"Greetings love!" Tybalt smirked, thrusting Carmelita to the ground.

"All this trouble because I didn't want to marry you!" Carmelita grunted.

"No, not really." Tybalt muttered. "It's just that you and your lover have made a lasting impression. You two have screwed me over many times, and that has just simply pissed me off beyond all reason for this. No, this isn't because of some stupid wedding, it's because you've robbed me of my empire, my inheritance, and my brother."

"Mercutio had it coming," Carmelita spat. "He shot Sly!"

"Because Sly burned off half of Mercutio's face and broke his arm and leg!" Tybalt defended.

"Because you sent him to kill Sly!" Carmelita yelled.

"ENOUGH!" Tybalt yelled, pistol-whipping Carmelita across the face.

Sly was sitting in a chair in his tuxedo. He was still very much worried, and decided to check on Carmelita. He didn't plan on actually seeing her, it was bad luck supposedly for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding, instead, he would talk to her through the door.

As he rounded the corner, he greeted by the horrific scene of Alexia, lying there, motionless in front Carmelita's door.

"Alexia!" he yelled.

He quickly took her pulse.

'Thank god! She's still alive!'

He banged heavily on Carmelita's door.

"Carmelita! Carmelita!" he yelled.

He tried to open the door, but it was locked. So he kicked down the door. There was no Carmelita. The window was open though. He worriedly looked out the window to see a restrained Carmelita being thrown into the back seat of a sedan by Tybalt.

"You SON OF A BITCH!" he yelled as jumped out the window and made a mad dash for the car.

But the car was already on its way. In a few minutes, Tybalt would be gone and have disappeared into the Parisian landscape with Sly's only true love.


Sorry for the long wait, I've been having a bad case of writer's block, and with reality issues and all. I expect maybe two more chapters and this will be done with, but you never know, it may be more.