Sunday, July 19th, 2009
Issue: 135   Editor: MikaTheGoofball


Fictional Story About Bootleggers 4wheeler
Name of the story: Endless Night


Everyone knew him as soon as he stepped on the train bound for California. Kids that were interested in the world of gangsters ran over to meet him. Mothers picked up their small children and hurried to another car. Leaders of crews asked if he could help them out, scums laughed and pointed at him stating ‘who is the guy that thinks he runs this?’. His guards pushed through the paparazzi as he slowly raised his head just enough so everyone could see a match hanging from the left side of his grin as the rest of his face was hidden behind a gray hat.
After walking through a few cars he then opened a door to his private car and sat down. Except for his guards joking to each other about the job they have, the room was silent. He still had his smile, but it wasn’t for the thought of all the commotion with the other bootleggers. The smile was there because he was thinking of this state that he loved. Illinois, the state that he started out with and state he was glad to become don of. But he also knew this was the last time he would leave her. He knew he would return one more time to forever rest underneath a dark gray granite stone marked ‘RIP James, Our nations 100th Nation Don’, next to his guards where they would rest underneath the dark green grass next to the blue glass river as it ran though the heart of the state. As he thought of this the smile faded away, for he began to contemplate the task at hand.
He called his guards to sit at the golden table that had an eagle carved into the middle of it, with red suede chairs, next to windows that were made of diamonds, and underneath the light of the Midwestern sun as the roof blinds were opened by the maids of the car. He took of his hat and sat up. “Alright, Endless Night is our target, they have assured me that they would start shooting at us the second their detectives spot my train car in Califo”, “And what were you going to do in California?”. Officer Corona said as he walked into the Nation’s Don car. Furious that he was interrupted, James replied “What business is it to the coppers?”, “It’s our business to know the actions of the bloodiest nation don this world has ever seen”. James laughed at this remark taking it as a compliment. Corona became enraged and shouted “YOU HAVE KILLED THOUSANDS OF INNOCENT PEOPLE! AND YET YOU LAUGH AS IF YOUR CLEAN!”, “Those people were not innocent they were crime doers just like me! I did the public a favor!”. Corona pulled out his ivory revolver and aimed it at the nation don and like clock work all of the guards rose up with their dragunovs and tommies aimed right at the heart of the cop, ready to put more metal in him then a mine. “HALT!” James yelled, as the air froze due to the amount of tension. No one moved, no one blinked, and no one took a breathe. A few moments later, Officer Jonnie Walker and Officer Jack Daniels, Corona’s partners, walked into the car and froze themselves. “There is no need for violence, for you know who would die today”. Corona eased his body and lowered his revolver into its holster. He turned around and motioned to his two partners to leave the car. The guards then lowered their weapons as the officers left, but were still standing, ready to fire as Corona turned around. He looked right into the eyes of the most feared man on the planet, he could see the wildfire in the eyes of the nation don. “I will fight if I was to go up against you, and if I die then it would be for the protection of my nation. But if you die, it will be for the name of your lost crewmates. But go ahead and die for them, for we have killed dozens of them, and we will kill you if another shootout happens. You might be my brother, but I will shed your blood before a civilians any day”. He turned around and left the car furious and ready to lead the arrest against James, but he knew the court had no physical evidence so he could never be tried.
The guards returned to their seats with their weapons in their laps as the whistle to depart sounded off, and the jerk of the train moved everyone as if they were getting shot. James took a heavy breathe with his head down and eyes closed as he thought about what his brother said to him, but he knew bloodshed was coming. His closet friend and bodyguard, Chris started to laugh and said “James, your brother is ready to kill you and Endless Night is to. But they haven’t yet, thus your are truly the most feared man on this planet. Lets get back to the plan, because revenge is a meal best served cold, your about to serve it frozen!”. All the other guards started to laugh at Chris for that bad joke, even James gave a smile. But he was still troubled over the fact that his own brother, the one he had protected all these years, the one he gave millions of dollars to, the brother that he gave his own ivory revolver to, was ready to end the don’s life in an instant. James just kept thinking as he sat down into the chair. He knew blood was about to be spilt in a few days. For Endless Night had killed every member of The Suppression except for him and his guards. They were all that was left of the war in New York. They were all that was left of the fiercest crew to ever hit the FBI stats page of the top organized crews in the nation. James knew this was it, a hand few of dons were going after a crew of thousands, but surviving or not surviving wasn’t the theme for making this plan. The main theme, the drive, the core of this plan was getting as many bodies to hit the floor as they could before theirs do