Cutthroat The Last Berserker

Author's Note This is basicly a story/outline for a flash movie I am going to work it is going to be verry surreal and you will start to notice this when he doesn't stop to reload. The first chapter isn't the best, I admit it, but how often is the first chapter really that good? Don't answer that. The main elements will really begin to surface around the third or fourth chapter, so I beg of thee, hold on! Any way I've gone over the story many times in my head and I can promise you many plot twists and back stories from the many and numerous characters. Please enjoy and review (I need pointers.)
Cutthroat: The Last Berserker
Part I - Causes
Chapter 1: Fur Elise
Parties are always a bad idea, and he had made himself very vocal about it, but The Don wasn't listening. One would think it smart to listen to a man that is called The Apocalypse, but then again, The Don wasn't a very bright man. What he lacked in smarts, however, he did make up for in blind luck. No one else would have thought of grounding a criminal empire in Dallas, but he did it and now there are many other organizations interested in the turf, and parties are a bad idea.
The Apocalypse looked around the festively decorated villa and noted a few key chokepoints. 'Too many chokepoints, this house was not meant for this,' he thought to himself. Parties are a bad idea, even if it was The Don's birthday, but how important could it be? The Don's own brother had to stay in Houston to overlook some operations at the Galveston port, and if he couldn't show up, what was the big deal? But the Don wanted a party, and parties are a bad idea.
"Ahem, er, uh, Apocalypse, sir?" Some lackey of The Don's said to him in a squeaky peon like-voice. He looked upon the poor lackey who looked as if he was about to piss himself. Newbies. "Sir, The Don is throwing a meeting in the boardroom and we don't have that much security to spare." The disgust that The Apocalypse was feeling due to the new kid was compounded due to the stupidity of The Don. Why didn't they just send the Triads an engraved invitation? It wasn't enough to have all the Made Men in one place; we had to put them all in a single room as well.
"How many men can we spare?" he asked the lackey even though he knew the answer would not please him. His deep intimidating voice shook the lackey to his feet and all the poor boy could do was raise two fingers all the while shivering and wishing to quit from The Don's service.
"Get me three men and I myself will also look over the meeting. And boy?" The troubled newbie looked up at The Apocalypse. "After this party you're fired." The newbie seemed relieved; this was clearly not cut out for him.
The Apocalypse was troubled, well, as troubled as a guy who has been reported as having no soul could be, for an attack was imminent and they lacked the firepower necessary to deal with the threat, sure, they had him, but that only goes so far. He reached into his suit jacket to feel the reassuring cold metal of one of his custom handguns. Venom, one of the four Retaliator pistols made by a personal friend of his from high school, a legend among weapon smiths and computer programmers known as Gram. Out of the four weapons; Hornet, Subzero, Venom, and Bloodlust, Apocalypse carried the latter two of them. The others had been given to Gram's wife and a high school friend named Nicholi, who now was serving in the Middle East.
The Apocalypse left for the boardroom leaving the new kid to find spare security to cover said room. Unfortunately the quickest route to the boardroom was blocked by partygoers, friends of The Don, and drunken Italians, which are all basically the same group. 'Parties are a bad idea'. He quickly found the back hallway into the room and soon came to his destination only to find the two spare security officers were basic "insurance" collectors and the third guy was the newbie who had confronted him earlier. This was going to be a pain in the ass.
The Apocalypse took a stool in the corner of the room to oversee the meeting and the three stooges mimicked him in order to get in his good graces. Unfortunately for them The Apocalypse, unlike others in the mob, hated kiss-ups. He looked up in order to crack his neck when he saw something that displeased him more than the party, more than the incompetents under his command, and more than the idiocy of the don; for there was a giant skylight in this room.
The new kid must have caught this look for as the meeting began to commence he walked over to The Apocalypse. It is very unprofessional of him to interrupt a meeting, and very suicidal. The Don shot a displeasing look at The Apocalypse, but it was lost over the sudden shattering and commencing rain of glass. Soon after the glass, the skies rained an army of Chinese men armed with Uzis and dragon tattoos.
The Apocalypse was quick to action, and with the smoothness that speaks of countless bar fights and close quarters warfare he threw The Don to the floor and flipped the board table onto its side, throwing the five Triads on top of the table to the far side of the room. As bullets were flying through the room and Triads yelled in languages he could not understand, The Apocalypse glanced over at the new kid who proceeded to follow in suit with a lamp table. He started to yell at the kid as bullets tore through the cheap wood and the new kid who soon was the late new kid.
Now was the time. The Apocalypse pulled out Venom and Bloodlust unleashing a barrage of bullets that tore through the very walls of the room. Triad after Triad fell victim to the onslaught and collapsed to the ground riddled with bullets only for more Triads to take their place. The enemy was vast and countless and outside the doors of the room he could hear the staccato of Uzis and screaming of party guests. The Made Men were finished and in the room was The Apocalypse, The Don, and an increasing number of Triads. Thirty dead and fifty more to go. 'Damn it.'
Eventually one of the Triads bullets found its way through the table and into The Don. The Apocalypse sighed; tables can only obscure the target for so long. He stood and unleashed such an onslaught upon the fifty plus men who stood in his way to survival. Ten men down. The Apocalypse ducked and dodged throughout the room, bullets whizzing past his ears as he unleashed barrage after barrage of bullets. Twenty men down. The Apocalypse unleashed his full fury onto the enemy that had dared show its face where it was not welcome. They just destroyed his life. Just like that, everything he had ever worked for was down the toilet. They had killed his only family since The Incident which killed his blood all those years ago. He had thirty men down when a searing pain bit into his left shoulder shortly succeeded by a similar pain in his right. Uzi bullets were tearing through his arms. He could not take this anymore. He staggered into the back hallway behind him and was met by four more Triads. He was able to get off two more shots before jumping through the second story window behind him.
Down he fell into the obscurity of the night and vegetation of The Don's well kept gardens and lawn. The impact was hell on his new bullet wounds and he found that he was bleeding quite profusely. He crawled to the nearest bushes hearing the screams of tormented mobsters and angry Chinese men, all the while trying not to bleed to death. He took one look up before falling into the darkness that was his unconsciousness and saw a car with Triad markings drive off with the speed of a criminal leaving the scene of the crime. The last thing he saw before going out was a license plate that read ENGLSHM. And he smiled to himself as he drifted off into the darkness, knowing that they had just unleashed the apocalypse that was going to end their world. Parties are a bad idea.
To Be Continued��
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