((Okay, now I'm in the mood, ._. ))<br/><br/>Weirdost would see a old man backing away from a line of armed men, closing in with sheathed knives. This old man was RoTTeN's butler, he knew where Silvereta Santa-Maria was, and it wasn't here.<br/><br/>The men looked particularly mad, their faces were reddened and their anger led them to reckless swings of their knives, cutting their own allies who were doing similar reckless swings, they were aware of who their enemy was, however old he was, he was the infamous Butler. The butler slowly was pushed towards the red curtains in the auditorium. He quickly fell to the ground in a prone position once pulling what seemed to be a lever through the curtain. A large punching bag suspended in midair by rope that was tied to the beams in the ceiling was soon released, hitting the blood-crazed men. Their eyes widened in both surprise and pain, they were now either dead or sprawling on the ground with broken ribs, failing in attempts to take in the needed oxygen that would keep them alive for minutes longer.<br/><br/>To think, they still wanted to live their<span style="font-style: italic">wretched</span>lives, if only but a couple minutes longer in agony.<br/><br/>The Butler stood up, dusting himself off. He looked to his left, right through the window and directly at Weirdost.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The police were soon mowing down the depressed mafia, apparently no jail awaited the crimes they had committed. Other policemen tried to chase the left-over scum who were running, spraying bullets behind them. Some of the mafia had escaped, criminal rates would no doubt be high for the next couple months, they had to live by stealing and killing now. At least they were now at the gang stage, and not the unified organization stage. The chief yelled at the holy man, "Get out of here, bystander, you might get grazed." he said, thinking of him as just another civilian that needed his protection.