Big Disappointment
Sly knew where they were going. As he grabbed his cane stashed in the back of the team van, he made a dash for Pont Neuf bridge, where the road that Tybalt was taking would lead under. As he reached the bridge, Tybalt's car appeared. He had to time it just right. NOW!
"Gotcha ya bastard!" Sly said as he realized that he was going to land right on the roof of Tybalt's Crown Victoria.
There was a loud bang as Sly hit the roof hard. Tybalt looked up to the ceiling of the car in amazement and anger. He reloaded his pistol and opened the rear window so he could lean out of it. As he brought his gun around so he could shoot Sly, it was kicked out of his hand and got Sly's heal in the face. Tybalt immediately retreated back into the car as he began to lose his balance. Instead, he pulled out another pistol and began to shoot through the ceiling. Only to have that gun knocked out by a struggling Carmelita.
"Stop squirming bitch!" Tybalt yelled.
"Tybalt, this is your fault!" Lawrence yelled from behind the wheel.
"Shut the fuck up and turn Sly into roadkill!" Tybalt yelled, searching for his dropped gun.
Suddenly, the cane burst through the driver's side window and nailed Lawrence in the side of the head. As it retreated, it hooked onto the wheel and tugged. The car began to lose control as it fishtailed into the front of a semi and swung around underneath the trailer. Sly rolled off the roof and grabbed onto the side of the car. The car continued to swing out from underneath the trailer and smashed into another car, flipping it onto its roof, where it came to rest at the center of five car pile up against the guard rails of the road.
For a brief minute or so, there was no movement, until Sly appeared and crawled out from underneath the front of the Crown Victoria and moved to Carmelita's side of the upturned car. The window was smashed and Carmelita had already been trying to crawl out of it.
"Oh thank god, Sly," she whispered faintly as she was helped up by Sly.
The two collapsed to the ground, propped up by the guard rail. Carmelita just cried, her face buried in his chest as he stroked her hair silently.
"It's okay sweetie," Sly whispered. "I guess there won't be a wedding today, huh?"
Carmelita looked up at Sly and gave a dry chuckle.
"Maybe not today…" Carmelita said.
"But more like never…" Tybalt said defiantly, pointing his gun at the two. Lawrence limped up next to him.
Lawrence gazed into the couple's eyes. In them weren't just fear, but also the love they had for each other. Less than three months ago, Sly said something that has now bothered him.
'What did he ever do to help you? And what the hell would you get out of this?'
'Only a true love would do something as stupid as he did, but Tybalt, he'll sell anyone out, even his own wife he had to. I never wanted this, but it's him, it's this jackass with a stupid grudge, I do all this for him, and I'll never get anything more than the shit end of the stick …"
"Prepare to meet your would be in-laws Carm…" Tyablt said, pulling back the hammer.
"Why do this Tybalt?" Lawrence interrupted, pointing Tybalt's gun down. "Why?"
"Call it the solution to all our problems," Tybalt said, pointing the gun up.
"Killing them isn't gonna solve anything, it's not gonna bring Mercutio back!" Lawrence argued. "I'm the one with the problems!"
"What the hell are you whining about?" Tybalt asked, momentarily distracted.
"I don't want this! I never wanted this! I never wanted to be your little nerd!" Lawrence screamed. "You've ruined my life! You KILLED Mercutio! Your god damned grudge killed him! Had you never done your fucked up marriage extortionist scheme, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"Stand down Lawrence!" Tybalt yelled.
"YOU STAND DOWN!" Lawrence screamed, pulling a gun from his waistband and knocking Tybalt's gun out of his hand. He pointed his gun at Tybalt.
"You'd actually kill your brother?" Tybalt said in a heartbroken voice.
"The only brother I had was Mercutio, and you killed him!" Lawrence grunted.
With lightning fast reflexes, Tybalt pulled the gun out of Lawrences hand and kneed Lawrence in the stomach. Lawrence fell forward into his brother.
"Brother, you disappoint me," Tybalt sadly said.
And then a gunshot rang out. And Lawrence fell to the ground dead, with a chuckling Tybalt standing over his body.
"Good riddance too," he chuckled.
So how's them apples, eh? Tybalt killing his own brother, and being happy about it? Jeez, he is one messed up fruit loop. So please, R&R and voice your opinion on what just happened.
