A Looney Tunes/AU Fanfiction
By Neo Rabbit
Disclaimer: The Looney Tunes Characters belong to Warner Bros. Entertainment.
Rating: R for Strong Violence, Language, Sexual Content, and Drug Use.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Crime, and Thriller
Chapter One: The Quiet and The Deads
Location: Brooklyn, New York
It grew quiet outside in the city of New York at night. Although many pedestrians were waltzing the sidewalk and cars roaming the streets, it still remains quiet.
Inside of a building complex, a mid-40s delicately dressed bald man, who appears to be overweight in size, was standing in front of a table full of twelve delicately dressed men; Specifically, eight on opposite sides. And from the looks of their suited attires, they appear to be an organized crime syndicate.
The bald man puffed on a cigar and blew out smoke. As the smoke floated about, the bald man addresses his men.
"Do we have any business to discuss?" He asked in a hoarse Brooklyn tone of voice
The third man on the right nodded in response.
"Yeah, boss. We do. There is the matter of the forty grands that was owed to us by a Donavon Franklin. He was due last week, but never returned our calls."
The bald man issued an inward growl, which somewhat becomes sort of a grunt sound before speaking.
"Call him one last time. If he doesn't answer, then, you boys know what to do tomorrow."
Each that was presence issued nods of understandment as the bald man gestured them to leave the room.
One by one, each man left the room out the door on the far-off corner as the man turned towards the full length window behind him. The nametag he wore on his coat shined upon the moonlight labeling his name as 'Fat Tommy' as he puffed on the cigar before releasing smoke from his mouth.
As he savored the smoke, he was completely unaware of a small red dot trailing up his coat to his forehead.
Tom was briefly able to see the laser sight blind his eye a bit before it went to his forehead. He shook his head of the blindness before coming to focus with his sight again. Then, he took notice of something out in the distance from where the inscrutable laser sight came from.
Outside at the top of another building complex rooftop, a tall mysterious dark suited masked figure was on one knee, steadily aiming a highly standard sniper rifle at its target.
The figure seems to grow still as its finger steadied the trigger of the gun while looking through a well-sighted telescope.
Inside the building, despite the fact that the sight was reticled to his forehead from his notice, Tom narrowed his eyes a bit to steady his gaze upon the mysterious shadow for a clear visual. Then, he noticed a small silhouette crouched at the top of the other building's rooftop.
"Who the fuck is that?" He asked himself
Outside on the building's rooftop, the figure instantly pulled the trigger and the sound of a silence bullet shot from the barrel.
As the bullet soared, it issued a small crack to the window.
Tom's head snapped back as the bullet hits his forehead. Then, the bullet somehow ricocheted the tip of the table leaving a small dent on it.
Silence, Tom slowly lifted his head up where a hole was emitting smoke from his forehead. As he had a look of shock in his eyes, the door opened from the far side and one of his men came waltzing in.
The man halted his walk at the front of the table with his arms behind his back before speaking.
"Excuse me, boss. We--" He stopped himself in mid-sentence.
(Slow-Motion)
The man took notice of the cigar that Tom held in his left-hand fall to the floor with a booming thud where the fiery ash broke apart from the cigar upon impact.
(Regular-Motion)
The man slowly gazed from the ground to his boss with a concerned expression on his face before speaking.
"Uh, boss? Are you okay?" He asked
Subconsciously, Tom turned his whole body around where a hole was at the back of his head literally issuing blood from both sides of the injury.
The man grew shocked in witness to this as Tom instantly dropped face-first to the floor motionless. Gritting his teeth in shock, the man dashed out the room.
After five minutes, all twelve men rushed the room towards where Tom stood and got a glimpse of Tom's corpse on the floor. Half of them grew horrified, while the other half grew disgusted.
"Holy shit. Who the fuck did this?" A second man asked
The first man grew confused at first as to how would anyone come in and shoot their boss without their notice. Then, he took notice of the crack in the window. With his left hand, he touched the crack on the window and nearly flinched when he felt the hot sensation of it.
"Shit. Somebody took him out from the window."
The fourth man gazed him in disbelief.
"You gotta be kiddin'! The fuckin' window?"
"Yeah. The glass is hot." He answered
"Who did it?"
Before the first man could answer, he took notice of a laser sight on his forehead, then gazed out the clear window to catch sight of a silhouette figure on the distance rooftop.
His eyes widen in shock.
"Shit. He's on the fuckin' roof!"
He reached to upholster his gun, but never had the chance for a bullet pierced his forehead.
As he hits the ground motionless, the other eleven men got on alert.
"Fuck!" The second guy said
As they all upholstered their guns, they aimed and fired shards of bullets, which resulted in shattering the full-length window.
Outside on the rooftop, the figure ducks from the bullets, which hits the concrete, got back out and opened rapid fire of silenced bullets upon the building complex.
Inside the building, as the men kept their shooting up, a fourth man's body was convulse by bullets literally causing him to uncontrollably fire his gun at the fifth guy's chest issuing an amount of blood from his injury.
Outside, the bullets shattered pieces of concrete as the figure rolled to the left with its gun, got up, aimed at its target, and resumed firing.
The third man was caught off-guard as bullets smeared his left ankle, then made impact with his chest before he grew motionless on ground.
The second man notices and grits his teeth in frustration.
"Shit. Back Up! Back Up!" He ordered
The sixth man gazed him angrily.
"Who the fuck put you in charge!" He asked
However, that question led to an advantage as bullets rained on his chest before he grew motionless on the ground.
The third man grimaced and instructed the others to retreat backward while firing.
Outside, the figure took notice of them retreating back before looking through the telescope and aimed directly at the first sight it saw.
Inside the building, as the men kept fire, several bullets smeared the ankles of the seventh and eighth man as they screamed in agonizing pain whilst blood flowed from their injuries.
Outside, while the bullets pierced the concrete from the building, the figure aimed at another part of the window and started firing.
In the building, a bullet hits a ninth man's forehead before he quickly hits the ground, back first.
There were only three lefts excluding two of which that are groaning in pain from their smeared ankles.
The three men resumed their fire when the tenth man instantly clicked his gun for he was out of ammo resulting in his demise with a few bullets to the chest.
The third man threw his gun aside and took out and extra one before resuming fire.
Outside, the figure took clear aim at the eleventh man's gun and fired.
Inside, the man's gun was shot from his hand before a few bullets rained his chest.
The third man stopped firing and gazed in shock as he was the last man standing, save the two groaning in agonizing pain. The man started panting uncontrollably before he felt something on his chest. Slowly looking, he saw a laser sight trail to his forehead, having him come to gaze with the mysterious silhouette in the far distance, holding the weapon at ease.
With a tense look on his face and a glare in his eyes, he spoke.
"Fuck you!"
Then, he aimed.
And a silence shot came and staggered his head back, forcing him to fire upward in another direction before falling motionless to the ground.
With all ten men deadpanned excluding the ones moaning in pain, the building itself became briefly dead.
Outside, the mysterious figure slowly stood, gazing upon the inside of the building very sternly. With its gun in the right hand's grasp, the left hand removes the figure's mask to reveal a face of grey with long ears of a rabbit that's casted backwards, long whiskers, an inch bucktooth, and black pupil eyes sternly gazing the danger area with a frown on his face.
The figure twitched its whiskers with an emotionless sign before reaching a small CB radio and spoke into it.
"Targets eliminated." He spoke in a deep, sinister Brooklyn accent.
The rabbit grew silence before an inaudible voice came from the radio.
Silence, the rabbit responded.
"Undastood." He said
He pressed a button to end the transmission and pocketed the radio before walking away from the area into the darken night.