Hi guys I know nobody reads my blog but it makes me feel good to at least pretend I get some recognition, anyway I got sick of that last entry so I'm just going to slap up a short story I wrote for Ghost, the don of the Ng Mafia, back when I first joined. So feel free to read, laugh, cry and leave comments or you could do nothing it's your choice.

Rude Awakening
Ghost sighed as he walked ino his house, he pulled the key from the lock and slammed the door, he threw his keys onto the table and stood against the door. Rubbing his head gently he tried to relieve the stress of his day, easing his eyes open he decided it was best to go to sleep.

Ghost walked toward his room but as he reached the end of the hall he noticed some books on the shelf were out of place, without thought he withdrew his handgun and began making his way toward his room. His footsteps were steady and slow making sure nothing could be heard. As he drew closer ghosts ears perked at the sound of floorboards creaking. Without hesitation he spun round but found himself tackled by this shadowed figure. In the tackle Ghosts gun escaped his grip and slid across the floor.

As ghost fell to the ground and felt the figures flailing attempts of attack ghost laughed a little, he was nothing more than a thug. No match for him really. Within seconds the thug found himself crashing into a wall as Ghost cast him aside, before the thug realised what had happened Ghost was delievering devastating punch after punch to the thugs ribs cracking them a little more each time. Stepping back Ghost watched as the man slid down the wall crumpled in agony, as his broken body hit the floor Ghsot stamped on his neck snapping it in half and said "you picked the wrong Don bitch."

Ghost straigtened himself up and removed his eyes from the disgusting sight beneath him, turning back to his room Ghost stopped in his tracks. As Ghost looked down the hall he found three more thugs holding guns, the rival mafias underboss stood behind them. "Hello ghost. Sorry for the inconvience but this is whats called a takeover. You and your mafia is out this mafia is moving in." Ghost turned his full body to the doorway and began walking toward them. The thugs strengthened their stance and held the guns tighter to try and show there seriousness, the underboss laughed a little before speaking. "I wouldn't come any closer. These boys are armed and ready, it would be a little harder to stand on their necks." Ghost smirked at his rivals remark and slowly took a couple more steps forward before finally stopping. Standing in place he looks round at the thugs and once again at the underboss before saying "I guess you're right. Looks like you really have me."

Ghost smiled a little and slowly raised his hands, one of the thugs broke off his stance and walked towards ghost. As he got closer ghost's smile widened and he quickly flicked the hall lights plunging them into darkness. The sound of flesh pounding together was heard quickly followed with the sound of a single gunshot. One of the thugs at the door hit the floor as a bullet bore through his skull. The last guard turned pale and quickly turned to the darkness ready to pull the trigger but the darkness fired back first. Before the guard so much as twitched his finger his body fell to the ground riddled with bullets and in the rain of bullets the lightbulb had been smashed plunging this little room of safety into darkness. The underboss found himself alone in the room, a very unerving tingle crawled up his spine and he found himself in darkness unable to move as fear gripped him.

Ghost had met this boss a few times before and knew his cocky nature would mean he carried no guns leaving him trapped and unarmed. The underboss fought back his fear and was able to move, getting to his knees he thought about the thugs guns. He outstretched his arms and prepared to search for them. But before he had the chance to reach for the thugs gun he felt a gun press against the back of his head and the lamp beside him was flicked on, returning light to the room. "looks like I really have you now."said Ghost in his usual cold hard voice.

The underboss forced a nervous smile and tried to speak "Just let me go I'll tell the don not to start nothing wih you guys. We can have equal shares of newgrounds what do you say? Without me you can't deliver a message." Ghost pulled his gun away from the skull of his target. "you know you're right." said ghost the underboss looked at him puzzled before standing up, sure of his safety. "good I'm glad to see you agree." replied the underboss smiling more naturaly as he looked at Ghost with thankfulness, Ghost smiled back before suddenly shooting the underboss in the kneecaps bringing him crashing to the floor. "I don't need you alive though." Ghost replaced his gun and kicked away the thugs guns before closing his door. "I can send my own message." Ghost picked up the lamp on his bookshelf and smashed the bulb leaving just the element burning brightly. The underbosses fear could be seen clearer than ever in this shining light. He screamed and squealed to be saved, he had no idea what ghost was going to do but the fear took over him.

Ghost looked down on the underboss and smiled, he savoured this moment the fear and pain that Ghost had twisted into one was beautiful. He kept his eyes on the underboss and winked beofre plunging the element into the underboss, his body became rigid as volts of electricity passed through him he struggled and strained against the pain trying so hard to let out a scream but the air was choked in his throat. Ghost could smell the flesh burning but waited a little longer before removing the burning lamp, he looked down on the smoking corpse of his enemy and felt no remorse just anger that he couldn't have been dealing with the Don.

Ghost threw aside his lamp and picked up the phone he took his time remembering the number before pressing the buttons. As the voice answered "hello" Ghost quickly replied "get over here and bring some guys and shovels. You'll need a car with a big boot. Make it quick." Ghost hung up the phone and looked down at the charred remains of the underboss smiling again he said "you picked the wrong don bitch."