Bullet for my Foe

Sly opened his eyes, to find that his foot was trapped under a mass of metal. He then heard the clicking that you'd hear when someone pulled back on the hammer of a gun. He looked up to see Lawrence pointing a gun at him. He knew about Lawrence. He was weak in a sense.

"Do you always fight your brother's battles?" Sly said.

"No, I don't," Lawrence replied. "But you hurt my brother. You destroyed my brother's rep. You took away his inheritance."

"What inheritance? A mafia empire?" Sly scoffed. He had to stall long enough to get his foot out. "What did he ever do to help you? And what the hell would you get out of this?"

"Shut up!" Lawrence yelled.

"Good job Lawrence!" Tybalt said, climbing over a mass of wreckage. "Now finish him!"

But Lawrence didn't pull the trigger. He was secretly having a battle in his head. 'What did Tybalt ever do for me? Sure, the supercomputer, but that was for his own gain. He pressured me to be his computer geek…'

"LAWRENCE! Pull the trigger!" Tybalt yelled.

When Lawrence failed to respond, he took matters into his own hand. Pulling out his own gun that he must have found, he shoved Lawrence aside and took aim.

"SLY!" someone yelled.

Tybalt turned his head to see Carmelita off in the distance. Smiling, he instead aimed for Carmelita. Sly then leaped at him, making Tybalt miss, and making Carmelita duck. Tybalt fell backwards and dropped his gun. He looked up to see Sly about to bring the pointed end of his cane down on his face; a fatal blow it would have been. Suddenly, more shots rang out, and Sly collapsed to the ground.

Mercutio had his own gun and shot Sly. He unloaded at least three bullets into him and then watched him fall. He smiled and relished his moment of victory. And then suddenly he was grabbed by his belt and collar and was lifted up. He looked into the face of an angry Murray.

"You bastard!" Murray growled, just before he slammed Mercutio into the ground.

Mercutio recovered from his dazed state just in time to notice Murray bring a steel tube down on his face, instantly crushing his head.

Tybalt was suddenly grabbed buy Lawrence and the two ran off. They disappeared into a cloud of dust.

Carmelita kneeled down beside Sly. He was gasping for air and his blue shirt was now dyed red with blood. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Come on Sly," Carmelita begged, propping Sly onto her lap. "You can't die yet. Listen to me. You can't leave me now. We are gonna get married, and you're gonna be a father, and then a grandfather. I don't want to lose you."

"It's okay, you'll be fine," Sly replied. His usually white teeth were now stained red with his own blood. "I'm sorry Carmelita. If only this life that the both of us hold special to our hearts began earlier, maybe things would have been different. I love you Carmelita…"

Sly's voice trailed. He never finished that sentence, because right there, he went limp, impervious to Carmelita's crying.

OH NO! Is this the end of Sly? Will Carmelita have tokick Tybalt's ass to hell and back and to hell againwithout Sly by her side? And what will become of Tybalt and Lawrence? And why am I asking a bunch of questions? Well, all these questions and more will be answered in the final installment of the Unwanted Union trilogy: Final Revenge.