New Jersey- Bloodknight's Safehouse:

Bloodknight had never been at the cathedral. But he knew that it would be stormed. But he thought that the Snypa and his posse would die there. He couldn't believe that three men went into an enemy stronghold against some of the baddest of the bad and they fuckin' survived!

Were these motherfuckers even human?!

Bloodknight threw his glass of whiskey at the wall and turned to Raphiel.

"Can I guarantee that you can get this one off, Mr. Borealo?"

Raphiel: "It's not as if I haven't been against Spade before. I can handle it, Bloodknight."

Bloodknight: "Good. Now take your Maracellis and get the fuckin' job done."

Raphiel: "Done."

Raphiel walked out with two of his advisers, all armed with HK-G11s chambered with 4.73x33mm caseless ammunition caliber.

Raphiel, muttering: "I don't know why I agreed to join forces with him. Him and his kind are so...disgusting."

Then explosions rocked the safehouse.

"Shit! Let's get to work."

Bloodknight pulled his cloak above his head and grabbed a Stoeger Condor and a pair of .45 Colt Anacondas. He holstered the revolvers and held the double-barreled shotgun close to him. He looked over at the screen...

It was Spade, alone and no longer in body armor, but back in his traditional wear, trenchcoat and all. He was holding a pair of .50 caliber Grizzly Win Mags and slung on his back: a fucking flamethrower.

Bloodknight got on the PA:

"Spade, you motherfucker! I'm gonna kill you nice and slow!"

Spade looked up at one of the cameras, giving it the finger after putting a bullet in Frank C. Forello's crotch and head and moving on. He turned a corner, where a group of Maracellis were waiting. Spade took cover before holstering his pistols and preparing the flamethrower. Coming out of cover, the thugs stopped firing and tried to run.

"I've never been to an indoor barbecue. Have you?"

And Spade torched them with a stream of natural gas and propane, watching them burn and scream in agony. Since that route wasn't appropriate, Spade continued on, knowing that he was a walking target. Exhausting the flamethrower's fuel to just very little, he slung off the backpack and pushed it toward a group of punks who were wielding shotguns. Spade fired at the tank and dove backward as the tank exploded and the makeshift bomb fried the gunmen.

Satisfied, the Snypa got up and made his way toward the only door that wasn't destroyed remaining. He kicked it open...

And there was Bloodknight waiting, with Raphiel by his side.

Raphiel jumped over Bloodknight's desk, G11 in his hands. The .50 cal rounds in the Grizzly to Raphiel's knees brought him down.

"If only Rose were here to see this shit. Her incest-loving father, killed by the love of her life."

"Burn in hell, you ap---"

And Spade inserted a .50 AE round into Raphiel Borealo's skull.

Bloodknight overturned his desk, holding his .45 Colt Anacondas.

Clicks...and...then...

Shots pierced the air as Bloodknight and Spade fired at each other, bullets missing.

Spade dropped down as he let a volley of gunfire through the desk at Bloodknight, who caught some serious air and returned fire.

Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion as neither man could hit each other. Spending his ammo, Bloodknight pointed a finger at Spade.

The Snypa used his trenchcoat to cover himself and roll as moments later, there were two smoking holes in the floor.

So, that's what killed Jigsaw.

Also spending his ammo, Spade raised his hands. He was still wearing the gauntlets and his fists were closed and firing black energy beams at the Blood King, breaking his barrier and knocking him against a wall.

But he didn't let up on his offense. He opened his hands, releasing a volley of nine millimeter fire. Bloodknight replied with more of his blasts.

He finally reached the Condor, but Spade had made it within range, firing a large blast that sent him backward and through the open doorway. The hood of his robe fell off.

The face underneath it almost shocked Spade, but it did not show on his face.

"You."

Stephen Fourbey, red contacts and all, stared Spade down.

"Surprised to see me, Damijin? You thought you killed me with that weak-ass beating you gave me?" taunted Fourbey.

Spade growled.

"You won't be picking on poor-ass Stephen Howard Fourbey anymore. And ironically, I wouldn't have become Bloodknight if it wasn't for Jigsaw."

How Stephen survived the beating that Spade almost killed him with: Jigsaw found him laying on the ground, both jaws completely shattered and his eye almost detached from his socket. With a bit of money and some connections to surgeons and scientists, Stephen was given titanium plates in his face and new cybernetic eyes. He spent about almost a year in rehab after healing his broken body. With incentive from Jigsaw, the former corrupt cop/police informant was grew a set of balls and began to wreak havoc on those who had wronged him since his days of high school with the aid of the cybernetic inplants in his body that gave him his powers. Months later, he sought out and killed the founder of the Crips. The official report was that he was executed by lethal injection.

When the true circumstances of "Tookie's" death hit Blood sets everywhere, they began to acknowledge him. Blood leaders were not impressed. Each set leader joined forces in an attempt to hunt down and silence Fourbey, only to be slaughtered. Each body was said to have two smoking holes in their foreheads, which was Stephen's signature kill. This forced the founder of the Bloods to step down and recognize Stephen as the new leader of the Bloods. As a thank you, Fourbey mercifully snapped OG Mack's neck in front of one million Bloods and declared himself as King Red, others calling him King Blood and his official name, Bloodknight.

Spade: "Same old Stephen. You're still the same ungrateful piece of shit you were when I met you. Willing to sacrifice any and everything for your own selfish needs."

Bloodknight: "As befits a king."

Spade grit his teeth.

"You're not a king. You're not even a squire. You're scum. You're the worst kind of human being there is. The kind who pilfers and takes what he wants, not caring who he hurts or who dies in his path."

Bloodknight: "You're one to talk, you fuckin' hypocrite! People like you and your bitch are just like me. Why don't you just admit that you're nothing more than a stone-cold killer, just like me? We're the same, Damijin. And you know it."

Suddenly, Spade was in Bloodknight's face again and delivered a stiff left hook to his face that backed him up.

Spade: "I ain't shit like you, you ignorant motherfucker..."

Spade threw another punch, a right uppercut to the chin.

"And don't you ever call Rose a bitch, you piece of shit. Didn't you get enough of her kickin' your ass?"

And another punch.

Spade: "And let me tell you make us so different..."

A roundhouse kick to the jaw.

Spade: "There are wolves, there are sheep, and there are shepherds who protect the sheep..."

A spin kick to the chest by Spade.

Spade: "But I am the wolf who has become the shepherd. I fight off the other wolves...like you."

A throw through a concrete wall and Spade walking slowly toward Bloodknight.

Spade: "Motherfuckers like you stole my humanity..."

More steps....

"I am not corruptible. I am not weak. But there is one thing that sways me to wage my war...you wanna know what it is?"

And suddenly, Stephen Fourbey was becoming his old self. Fear was overcoming him as Spade advanced on him and hoisted him to his feet. Spade looked into his advesary's eyes, his own eyes cold as the deep reaches of space itself.

"Justice. In the hope of knowing that I crush you and your kind under my feet like the insects you are."

And suddenly Bloodknight's feet left the ground as Spade lifted him up.

"See you in Hell, bitch."

But before Spade could deliver the fatal blow, Bloodknight delivered a headbutt that temporarily blinded Spade and made him let go.

"No. See you in Hell."

And Bloodknight's eyes grew brighter, about to deliver a final blast. Spade's vision suddenly returned as he wrapped both hands under Fourbey's throat and held on tight.

"After you!"

And an surge of nine millimeter bullets ripped Bloodknight's head clean off. Spade threw the severed head on the ground and delievered a stomp that could crush an army of roaches.

"And tell the devil that the Snypa says, he's next."

Thank goodness. Will the wedding be coming up?