"Vick Northrup. So you survived," Parappa said in a 'good-natured' scornful voice.
"Too bad the same won't be said about you," Northrup responded. As he said that, Parappa noticed that Northrup winced with every step he took, and he also had his arm clenching onto his chest. He was approaching the rapdog very slowly, revolver at hand.
"What do you mean? It's not like you'll kill me now. You're a bit too disoriented to aim properly."
"You underestimate me, mate," Northrup retorted. He pulled the trigger and fired a bullet at Parappa's direction. The rapdog quickly dodged the bullet by leaning to his right. Also at his right was a brown dresser suspending suspenders and miscellaneous items. In a split-second, Parappa picked up a glass bottle and threw it at Vick's face. The bottle shattered as it hit his forehead, disorienting him even more. He almost lost consciousness as he collapsed.
Parappa walked closer to Vick's body and crouched down beside his bleeding head. He took his revolver away from him and smacked him in the temple with the handle. This was enough to knock him out. "No, you underestimate ME, mate. Get slept!" Parappa taunted.
Just then, Sunny and PJ opened the door quickly, with MilkCan following close behind them. "Is everything all right?" PJ asked, his eyes wide with fear.
"Yes and no. I'm not hurt, but this guy right here..." Parappa pointed at Geoffrey's corpse, "...caused that."
PJ and Sunny turned their heads toward the carcass. "Oh, no," PJ said, while Sunny gasped. Everyone that came in moved closer to the body to inspect it. Unbeknownst to Parappa, they remembered the ploy that Geoffrey Kat and Robin Colton played on them when they originally thought that Geoffrey was dead. But, after investigation, they confirmed it. Geoffrey was gone to the next life.
Katy felt dejected and distraught at the same time. Since it was official that her father was dead, she had nobody that could clue the group in about the Charlatan's next plans, or even who the Charlatan was. All of them started forming a general idea about who it may be, but they had their doubts. Parappa Town, despite being called a town, was still fairly large. In fact, it was one of the ten biggest cities in the country, in terms of population. Anyone that they met could be in the mafia, the postman, the milkman, the journalist of a newspaper, you name it. The leader seemed to be an expert in secrecy, seeming to never move from one spot, using only intricate nicknames to refer to himself, and he is only known by these nicknames. The Charlatan. The Master of Mandibles.
Wait, mandible, it's the chin bone, right? So, TCOC, Parappa thought, remembering the note he got on the car before he went to the bank,must be the Charlatan of Chins...Who do we know would have such an obsession with a chin...
Suddenly, he figured it out. "Joe Chin."
Everybody else looked at him. "What?"
"Joe Chin. You know, the big muscular guy that was in our high school? He's the leader of the mafia. It all makes so much sense now. The note that I got on my car that was signed TCOC, it means The Charlatan of Chins. Another one of his nicknames is The Master of Mandibles. If Joe Chin wasn't obsessing over women, he was obsessing over his looks, his ginormous chin included. He tried way too hard to get into Sunny's panties, but when he found out that she wanted me instead, he must have had a hatred that burned within him. Also, in senior year when I did a bunch of stuff that got me popular, it left Joe's name in the dust. So, he joined the mafia, building up his street credibility just for this one target: me. He knew that he would have his hands full with me, because while he hates me, he doesn't underestimate me. And now we're here, the Parappa Posse, a dead cop and a knocked out mafia member," Parappa explained. After thinking this over, the posse realized that he was most likely right. Only Joe Chin would have such a hatred for him to make such efforts to kill him off and hurt the rest of the posse deeply.
"Parappa Posse? Wow, that name doesn't seem selfish at all. Why not something like, 'Ma-San's Marauders?" Ma-San suggested.
"Three reasons. One, I was the one who first came up with the name. Two, we are all from Parappa Town, and three, mine sounds cooler. Anyway, I didn't kill him off yet, as I left this honor to you, Katy," Parappa said. He handed the revolver to her and moved out of the way. Katy approached Northrup, who was finally coming to. His eyes widened when he found a blue cat shoving a .44 Magnum on his forehead.
"Is Joe Chin the one you're working for?" Katy asked in an "innocent" way.
"Squeeze it, you strumpet," was his reply. Katy made no hesitation to shoot Northrup, but made sure that the bullet hit in a non-fatal spot. She shot him in the shoulder.
"AGH!" the mafia member yelled, clutching his shoulder. Katy placed her foot on the wounded shoulder and forced pressure on the wound, further hurting him.
After yelling for about five seconds, Katy asked again, "Do you work for Joe Chin?"
Northrup struggled to speak, but he managed, "You might as well kill me now, you slut. All you women are worth nothing except for men's sexual pleasure. And to think that people actually worked to get you cretins to be able to vote." Northrup laughed a raspy, smoker's laugh. His misogynistic statements pushed Katy closer to killing him, but she knew that that was what he was trying to do. He was looking for an easy way to get out of telling her anything about the leader of the local mafia. With his face scarred and shoulder and chest wounded with bullets, death was knocking on the front door for him.
Katy didn't even say a word in response. In her fury, she looked through the dresser and found a sock. Slamming the dresser door, she then found a fair amount of loose change and two jewel necklaces and put them into the sock. She approached Northrup once more.
"Women aren't objects, but here's an object used for my pleasure," Katy stated. She swung the filled sock for a few revolutions, spread Northrup's legs and largely leveled his loins thrice. Northrup was singing high notes for quite a while as he clutched his groin in agony. If one looked closely, one could find blood coming out of the crotch of his pants.
"I'll ask this one more time. Do you work for Joe Chin?"
"Y-y-yes! Yes! Please, don't hurt me! OW!" Vick replied in a pained, higher-pitched voice. Katy hit him in the crotch again, displaying her dominance over him.
"What does he plan on doing next?" Parappa asked Northrup, still standing in the side, watching as Katy interrogated him. He felt that he could help in the interrogation with that simple question. Katy turned her head back to Vick's bloodied face, scaring him.
"Uh, uh, he, uh..." Vick began, stammering with nervousness. Katy lurched forward to intimidate him more. "Spit it out!" she exclaimed, making him shudder. "He plans on taking over the post office and other government buildings. Then, he is about to plan an assault at the local military base against Moosesha's men and women in three days. That's all he said the last time he said anything to me, honest!"
"The military base?" Parappa repeated. "Okay, he may be crazy with power since he took over the police force, but there's no way in the Nether Region that he would try the military base. He must have more mafia members than Moosesha does soldiers if he's seriously planning this."
Everybody concurred. It was either a delirious plan or the crime of the millenium.
Katy never lost her determined look, but her tone of voice eased up a little. She even lifted her foot off of his shoulder wound. "Is there anything else that you can tell me about anything in the mafia?"
The slight change in tone encouraged Northrup to give more info. "His empire has enlarged to almost ten thousand people in the town, and it's steadily growing. How he does it most of the time is having his men go into local businesses, humble businesses, and promise 'protection from anybody who might want to cause harm to them,' when in reality, most of the time, the only people that would really cause harm to the company are people in the mafia. People get so involved with paying the rent for utilities and paying tribute to the mafia that they eventually don't have enough money to provide for themselves or their families. So, their only two options are find another job that might get taken over by the mafia, or eventually join the mafia, getting a lot of money each week, being able to afford the spoils of vanity. Many people elect the latter, as it seems easy. That's how they got me. All I wanted to do was make a cooking company, guys! That's it!" Vick Northrup started crying as he remembered how he was forced into the mafia. It didn't affect anybody emotionally, especially not Katy, since he killed her father. Anybody, except Parappa. He didn't know if it would be his eventual downfall, but he had the ability to feel a little bit of sympathy for anybody he might meet. If tears were present, it was harder for him to not feel anything.
"It was my lifelong dream to be the best chef that nobody ever was. Cooking good food was my real test, and pleasing taste buds was my cause. And then, Chief Leaf came to my company and forced me to keep paying tribute to the mafia. I barely had enough to sustain myself. I never had a family to look after, but it was still a mammoth of a challenge to be self-reliant. So, I thought it would be a good idea to join. What I didn't realize was that there was the good chance that I would have to kill many people in order to keep myself alive, and it wasn't even in self-defense. I remember when I first committed murder. That feeling never really left me, but I buried it deep down with the bodies of my other victims. And now I again know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a gun barrel..." Northrup continued, sobbing.
Katy had gotten exactly what she desired; info about the mafia. Now, after many crotch hits and a sobstory, she didn't know what to do.
Northrup had even more to say. "Please, just kill me now. Please kill me now! I'm hurt beyond measure right now, almost unable to move, and even if I recovered fully, I'd be forced to murder and take more innocent souls. If I wanted to quit, the mafia would torture me in ways so unfathomable that I wouldn't be able to talk about them in detail! And, if I were to move, get a new job and start a family, the mafia would expand in those years to the point where they could easily find my family and torture them! And I don't even know if I can start a family with my murders planted on me. Just, please, put the gun to my head, and fill my cranium with lead. Bring me to the next life..."
Katy looked back at the posse. Everybody shrugged and looked at each other in silence.
"He wants this, and it may just be for the best. Make it quick," Parappa finally said. Katy brought back the hammer on the revolver, put it against his forehead and pulled the trigger.
BAOW! His body lay lifeless, making blood pour all over the wooden floor. This caused Parappa to have a flashback to something that happened in Chapter 4. He recalled the vision of Pinto holding a revolver, firing, and blood covering much of a hardwood floor. Although, it wasn't his sister killing somebody, everything else was accurate.
"Dang. I guess there are more sides to this fanfiction than I realized. I thought that all mafia members meant to want to kill other people just for pleasure and for their own malicious desires. But it turns out, the mafia is forcing many people to be in it. I'd bet that the majority of mafia goons are really emotional and forced to murder against their own will, which gives us another reason to put an end to Joe Chin's regime," Parappa said.
"How in the world are we going to do that? Have you forgotten that there are three large groups out there trying to kill us all? There's the general public, the S.W.A.T. team and the mafia! Combined together, this presents a challenge of Olympic proportions. Why don't we all just move to another city? Start a new life somewhere else, and in a place where we don't have to deal with those three groups wanting to kill us? Get new names, and start music someplace else. I don't think any of this is worth it, Parappa," PJ retorted.
"You underestimated our national government. Whatever famous singer said that we are not alone was right. They are tracing everything that the people in our nation do. They will find us and kill us wherever we go. And we don't have any money to get passports to go to another country. So, we need to think of a plan to stop the mafia once and for all. Because, once we do that, our names will be cleared, and we won't be in danger of being killed anymore."
PJ hated to say it, but Parappa was right. It would take a lot of work to take care of the mafia, but it was the only way they could survive. They got a taste of how this dangerous lifestyle would feel like when they all broke Parappa out of prison. For this operation, that feeling would be magnified a hundred times.
"However, we don't have to think of a plan right now. It's late, and we've all done much. Let's just bury these guys and call it a day."
The rest of the night went by smoothly as they took shovels to dig a grave for Vick Northrup and Geoffrey Kat. After which, they all cleaned up the mess that the interrogation and assault left and tried their best to sleep that night. MilkCan all slept in Katy's room, PJ slept on the couch, while Parappa and Sunny slept in the queen-sized bed together, snuggling closely with each other.
They went to bed at 2:34 A.M. For the next hour, Parappa had trouble falling asleep. It was quite an eventful night for him, albeit hazardous. When Parappa still couldn't sleep at 3:36, he turned his back to lay on his other side and scooted so that his back touched Sunny's chest. Sunny understood what he wanted and wrapped one around his torso and another around his neck.
As they were "spooning" each other, Sunny said sleepily, "Please sleep, Parappa. It's a new day tomorrow, the mafia or anybody else won't get us, we'll have a brand new start on things...It'll be all right..." She caressed his neck and side until he finally fallen into a deep sleep. Sunny never knew how she was so good at that sort of thing. But, there were some things that you weren't supposed to question, but to be thankful for.