Gambino Fanfiction

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 23:09:53 GMT

Just so you know, Tymaporer's fic has been updated. :3 Very cool. d(^_^)b

A Gambino Story

Sat, 19 Mar 2005 01:29:44 GMT

A Gambino Story
By darth_vader2
Status: Complete
Rating: PG

Johnny K. Gambino looked annoyed around Barton West.A Simple walk had turned into a sadness rollercoaster.
He had to remember you cant go into Durem now.He was'nt even sure if he could goto the Reclamation Facility anymore!!!
He looked over at Gino next to him the now very usual blank look on his face.Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him."oh...thats right..."
Gino grumbled apologetically to Johnny."You cant go there anymore."
"Thats allright."
"What did you ever do to the Von Helsons?"Gino asked curiously over at him.
This is something Johnny had to think over very carefully...had it been anyone else handing out there pins, Marie and Anna Corrine would of found nothing wrong."They thought i was crashing the party."Johnny finally replied with a sigh.
"You didnt seem like it to me."
"Yes well...some people think differently then we do."
"Maybe they should listen to our side first."
Johnny was surprised by this answer and looked over at the boy.He had a look of pure enjoyment now as they continued walking,Sitting down at a pic-nic table.
"hey,"Johnny said pulling out a 100 Grand Candy Bar and holding it over to Gino."we might not have much money anymore, but you can sure eat like we do."He joked and Gino took it and began to open the wrapper when a noise caused both of them to stop.

Marie and Anna Corrine Von Helson where in the clearing nearby.

~

"Where is he?"Marie Asked messing with her V-Pin Very worried."we need Gambino Gone now!"

Anna Corrine moved over and put a finger to her lips."quiet,if anyone hears,they'll alert the old man himself."

Marie nodded and looked around."We cant have anyone knowing we hired someone to kill him you know...you sure you hired the right guy?"

Anna looked over at her."Your kidding right?"
"No,you have a tendency to...overlook things."
"Like when?"
"The spiked Drinks!"
"I got some of the cups mixed up no big deal!"
"Some guy thought i was hitting on him!"
"You probably were!"
"Er-hum."

Both Von Helsons turned around to see a character in a black trench coat standing there,hair down so it shaded his eyes.This menacing Man stood there for a moment then moved his gloved hand and coughed."I'm waiting,why did you call me here?"

They both answered in Unison."To kill Gambino!"
"really?"
"yes...you will be payed of course."
"Fine,when do you want it done?"
"ASAP."
"How about...now?"
"really?you can?"
"yea but ya know,there's some civies making a Gambino Group, dont like you much."
"Civies?"
"Civilians."The man said with a wave of his hand."do you want it done or not?"
"yes!"
"then let me do my job."He growled turning to walk away,after two steps he turned and pointed a pistol towards some shrubs."Far too easy."
And to Anna Corrine and Maria's Amazement a horrified Johnny K. Gambino turned and fled from the clearing.

~

"Where are we going Father?"Gino Asked confused as his father ushered him away towards Barton.Suddenly, a whistling Bullet whizzed past his head,Johnny Half turning to see who he was being shot at from. pushing Gino out of the way Johnny turned to face him."get it over with...just dont hurt Gino."The Character raised his weapon."Glad i got you instead of the others-"before he could finish several bullets approached from behind Johnny and in one Startled movement the Man infront of him began to retreat,firing Several rounds then all out Dropping his weapon and running from the return fire."Who?"Johnny asked confused looking behind him.

Two young men stood behind him Mp5's in hand."sorry we got allittle close,sir."One commented nodding pleasantly.
"Bounty Hunters arent fun are they?"The other grinned just as oddly Happy as the other.
"You seem like GPD,why didnt you shoot me?"
One looked at the other then they both began to laugh."Sir."one said stopping immediatley and hitting the other to make him stop laughing.
"We're here to get you safely back to Isle de Gambino."The one nodded.
Finally,Johnny started taking them in. The first had Dark Brown hair,and lighter brown eyes he was wearing a very odd red costume and seemed very happy for his job,even if it was protecting Johnny from Bounty hunters and such.

The second seemed different by far,he had orange hair[probably died the color] and it was spiked up straight,His eyes were covered with shades,but everyonce in awhile they would slip down on his nose and he would push them back up again.His eyes were bloody red.He seemed to not really feel like talking until Johnny spoke.
"er...what are you names?"Johnny asked quietly moving towards Gino.
They both seemed to tense and the brown haired one was quick to answer,while the orange haired merely turned away.
"..."Brown hair seemed to think far to long about his answer."im Code-Named paintballtrooper."
Johnny nodded understanding the need for his real name not to be known.Johnny turned to face the orange haired who still had his back turned.
"I'm Michael."Orange Hair suddenly replied turning back around and extending an odd looking gloved hand.As Johnny gripped it,it suddenly seemed to freeze his hand leaping back and clutching his now slightly red-from-cold-hand Both paintball and Michael burst out laughing,Even Gino began to laugh as his father began swishing his hand around trying to fight off the cold.

~

"What happened?"Marie asked the scared Bounty Hunter upon his return."Did you get him?"

"N-no!"The Man roared Grabbing Marie."You didnt tell me he'd have GUARDS!!!"The man hissed Violently.

Anna Corrine Smacked the Man solidly across the face leaving him on the ground."We didnt know he'd have guards either!"

The man looked up at her."They came out of nowhere!"

Anna Corrine kicked him hard across the face."Shut up,Rodent."The man fell solidly down,Unconsious."Lets go see how the others are doing."

~

Johnny looked around up entering Barton Town."is anyone waiting for us here?"

"Not as far as we know!"Cheery Paintballtrooper responded moving slowly behind him.Paintballtrooper had been appointed to guard the Gambino's rears while Michael took the front.

"Now thats not right!"Paintball was now Argueing from behind."Mike,why do you get all the fun-stuff?"
"What do you mean?"Gino asked curiously.
"Heh heh."Michael laughed as Gino asked."What he's saying is,i'm in front, so i get alll the major gunfire."
"What if they come from behind?"Gino questioned.
Michael faked thinking for a moment."well he wont be complaining, but im front so,he's out of luck."

Suddenly Michael stopped causeing Johnny to plow into him."Hmm?"Johnny asked looking at the young man.Just as suddenly paintballtrooper rammed into his back.

they both seemed to be staring into Barton Boutique when michael suddenly grumbled."That tail is mine."
"no way,its mine!"paintballtrooper yelled.
"no way!"
"er-hum?"Johnny asked."Can we keep moving?"
Again they tensed up.
"Sure."
"er...why do you keep looking so worried whenever i ask you something?"Johnny Finally asked as they left Barton and Entered Bass'ken Lake,with loads of Fishers along the bank.
"Well."One looked to the other and Leons eyes had a 'here we go' look."Lets just say,we were around on Halloween 2004."
"Oh.."Johnny said remembering."sorry."
Seeing the look on his face Micahel was quick to answer:"Truthfully i would'nt of missed it for the world, though when we found out they were attacking..."Michael snickered."We were heading through Barton.We saw Jack,and i go:'Hey is that one of them?' And captain wimpy over here."He nudges Paintball who Glares at him."goes:'oooohh no!im not dieing you attack it!' then we found out it was just Jack."Everyone continued siletnly on when they heard it.

Three people were headed up the bank each with a weapon in hand."get away."Both Michael and PaintballTrooper Said pushing Johnny and Gino away.
"Duck!"They heard Paintballtrooper roar.Allittle late they heard the sound of impact and someone fell not far away...It was Michael.

~

Gino watched the horrible Image,Michael twisting slightly then falling over in one Grotesque movemnet...and only 20 minutes ago...they had been playing.

***

"hey,hey hey!"Michael Growled at Paintballtrooper playingly."you didnt buy that property!"

"Sure i did.Illinois Avenue!i bought it last turn!"Paintballtrooper said laughing."or maybe you bought it!"

"Or maybe i bought it!"Gino laughed eager to get in the Fake arguement.
"Hey gimme those Properties!"PaintballTrooper said surprised as Michael Snatched the cards, and began to run away with them.
"Oh no you dont!"Paintballtrooper reached out and Grabbed Michaels leg, causing him to trip and they began Fakeing trying to tug the Cards out of the others hands.
"they're mine!"Michael laughed.
"No,they're mine!"Paintballtrooper countered.
"No."Gino said Stepping over and snatching the cards from both of their hands and grinning wildly."They're mine."
"AWWW!"Both Michael and Paintballtrooper laughed in unison.

***

~

Paintballtrooper looked over desperatley."Mike?You allright?"He sighed."Could'nt do this without ya,but i can give it a shot!"He fired once and two of the men heading up the bank Jumped and ran back while the one remained his pace firing two warning shots that flew over paintball troopers head.

Paintballtrooper aimed and squeezed the trigger...

To hear the low metal click."Out of Ammo!"He yelled, leaning back to reload when he leaned back up the person was right in front of him,pistol to his head.
"Good-bye."The Man Growled.A whistling bullet threw him backwards."Huh?"paintballtroooper grumbled turning to see what happened.

Gino Stood to Michaels left holding Michaels pistol , Gino looked pale and was panting heavily.

Paintballtrooper whistled."Nice shot..."He said standing up and heading towards Michael hel ooked injured bullet in his right side and one in his arm.People were akready crowding around when paintballtrooper shoved them away leading Gino and Johnny.
"Sure you can leave him back there like that?"Gino asked as they left and arrived at Port of Gambino.

"He'll be fine."Paintballtrooper grinned."We're pretty much done,anything you wanna do?"paintballtrooper asked turning around and walking backwards as they got onto the planks.

Gino Grinned evilly-

-And Shoved Paintballtrooper off the planks.

He came up spitting out water and looked up at Gino."Hey!"

Gino and Johnny Both could'nt resist Laughing,and soon even paintballtrooper was laughing at his misfortune.

~

"Okay...annnnnddd open them."paintball trooper announced.

Johnny opened his eyes,Thousands of people were infront of him,cheering his name, with signs and stuff all around, and many G-pins flashing at his eyes."Woah..."Johnny said amazed.

He looked at Gino,who was looking up at him proudly, and quietly Johnny Mumbled."Finally.....a New Start..."

~Alternate Ending~

Michael Just currently feeling better headed with paintballtrooper back towards barton.
"I call it!"
"No i do!"
"It's mine!"
"No way!"

They Stopped infront of Barton Boutique and looked inside.

"WHATTT!Someone else got it!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Side Note Personally in my opinion, my story sucks,but i have a few things to say.

1:Michael and paintballtrooper are real people,now you can P.M. paintballtrooper,but Don't Try P.M.'ing a Michael,Because that isnt his username.He's tricky and was very specific about what he wanted me todo if i was gunna put him in the story so,paintballtrooper knows who is, but i refuse to tell><

2:yea, when we were on at halloween 2K4,paintballtrooper freaked out...id perfer not to tell the story, its boring.

3:My story sucks, you should read the others, they were written by much better writers,who have much better looking avatars...uh...yea but, depending on the responces i might write another,

thanks for reading,this story would be pointless without ya.

White Powder

Thu, 17 Mar 2005 02:24:32 GMT

White Powder
By Jasette and Red-Rose Wolf
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 (Language, drug-related)

Gambino sat on the port of the city that was named after him, frowning. His memory-disabled son, Gino, sat beside him, an odd, unaware smile on his face. Smoke billowed up into the increasingly darkening sky. Gambino let out a sigh and grabbed his son's hand, and led him into one of the cargo ships. "Need a place to sleep." he mumbled, not noticing the words 'Property of the Von Helsons' painted golden and curliqued on the side of the ship. As the Gambinos snoozed off, the boat set sail, cutting into the glassy, calm water of the Gambinian Sea.

---

The cry of a wary seagull awoke Johnny with a start. He snapped his eyes open, taking in his surroundings. He was wrapped in nets as a blanket and using a bag of flour for a pillow, and as he glanced to the left of him, he saw his son the same way. How heartwrenchingly innocent the boy looked when he was asleep... it nearly brought tears to the man's eyes. That thought was shortly interrupted, however, by the sound of silky voices coming from outside of the storage room the Gambinos were stowing away in. Slowly exiting the dreamlike state we all undoubtedly have moments after we wake up, Johnny realized something rather unnerving.

The boat was rocking back and forth. He was prone to seasickness.

Also... it seemed to be moving. Forward. Away from his island. Away from... well... anything at all.

And to top it all off...

He swore under his breath. The voices he heard outside sounded particularly familiar...

---

Gino moved his head subconsciously, still asleep. This action brought a slight jet of powdery white flour from a hole in the bag. Johnny listened intently to the voices he seemed to know.
"Don't worry, Anna." one of the voices cooed.
"But all of it... so much of it!” said the voice Johnny guessed was Anna.
"Just shut up!” There was a sound of a body crashing to the ground, and then a scream.
"Marie!" Anna howled. It sounded like she was crying. With the names, Johnny could take a guess at identifying the women.
Anna Corrine and Marie Von Helson.

---

“That really hurt! Honestly, what kind of a Von Helson throws a shoe when her sister is down, Marie?”

Gambino blinked. Marie threw her shoe at Anna? Goodness gracious... she must be on drugs.

“Anna, you’ve got to get a hold of yourself. Even if I have brought certain... indulgences along on this trip to sell along with our usual things, you have no cause to worry. It’s just another way to beat that bum Gambino as the most powerful women in GAIA!”

Uh oh. Now fully awake, Johnny realized the peril he was in. Being stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with the venomous Von Helsons is not exactly on the top of your list of things to do when you’re a Gambino.

Gino stirred. Creaking his eyes open, he stared blankly at his father. “Where am I?”, he inquired.

Contrary to popular belief at this point, such a question isn’t an unusual thing for Gino Gambino to say, nowadays.

---

Little did Johnny know that his estimate would soon be revealed as the truth. How he longed for one of his cigars, one of the things that gave him some comfort in his days of power...
Looking to Gino, all of his worries left his brain, replaced by a sentimental, paternal feeling he had been getting once he had found his son."Nothing to worry about, we're fine...." he said, placing a callused hand upon Gino's head and ruffling his hair. The young boy looked up with such innocent eyes.....
But right then was the moment he just HAD to remember what he had just heard. Knowing that Marie's shoes were pointy high heels, Gambino couldn't help but feeling a tad bit sorry for Anna, followed by a refill surge of always continuing hatred for Marie.
He had called him a bum. A bum....he gave a low growl.
"Time to get that flour..." Marie sighed, heading towards the room where the Gambinos were hidden.

---

Holy kittens, Johnny thought to himself, shaking off his anger and replacing it with worry. That means they’re coming in here!

He snatched up Gino as quietly as possible, covering his mouth with care, but drive, whispering in his ear not to make a sound. Slinking behind a crate and pulling his ragged cape around the two of them, he hoped to holy hell they would not be caught so soon.

The door swung open, the sound of clicking heels following after it.

“They’re over there, Thomas.”

A young man looking about the age of eighteen wearing a set of raggedy peasant’s clothes began picking up each of the bags of flour, one by one.

Suddenly, Gambino noticed... there was a flour bag sitting right next to him. This ‘Thomas’ would surely be coming after it, soon...

---

"That's enough, Thomas." Marie muttered somewhat cruelly. Johnny thanked whatever there was in the sky that Thomas was leaving. "Oh, wait.....one more..." Marie called. Thomas was subject to protest (he already had two of the heavy bags slung on each of his shoulders, and was dragging one is his left hand), but he dare not. He saw what happened to Anna....
Shuffling over by the crate where Johnny and little Gino were hidden, he grabbed the bag by the edge, only seeming to notice the Gambinos as cargo.

---

Johnny stopped himself from releasing a sigh of relief, and waited until his unexpected companions on the boat exited the storage room. Gino blinked twice, then nibbled on his father’s hand lightly. Surprised, Johnny released his hand from his son’s mouth. Realizing the intent of the bite, he widened his eyes, then smiled warmly.

“Sorry about that, m’boy,” he said as he gave Gino’s frail body a small squeeze. “Didn’t want you to be kidnapped again, you know.”

Gino nodded, then hugged his father back, nuzzling his head into Johnny’s arm as if to say, “It’s okay. I understand. You kept me safe.”

Johnny nodded, then lifted his son to a stand next to him as he stood up himself. Quirking a brow he inquired, not expecting an answer, “So. What now?”

---

To Johnny's extreme surprise, Gino said meekly back, "How should I know, Father?" then returned to his clueless state. Johnny just sat there, his mouth slightly agape from seeing and hearing his son have a slight return of memory. He shook his head, wishing it was permanent, then sat back down next to the amnesiac teen, who was still standing. He had to smile. Just had to. Even though it stopped, it happened. His son remembered him as a father...even for the slightest moment..
Hoshit, he then realized, we're still on the boat!

---

And so he brainstormed to himself out loud. “Er... well. We could... attempt to swim back to shore... but that would undoubtedly be really, really hard, and I’m quite out of shape...” He stared out into space. “Or, we could just stay in here and hide until the boat reaches... wherever it’s going...” Blink. “Or, we could... hm. Hey. Gino... what do you think of the idea of taking over this ship? Do you think we could do it, as a team effort?” He only asked more as a question to himself than to Gino, but when he heard silence and saw no movement next to him, he was caused to look around. “Gino?”

His son was already one step ahead of him, or so it seemed. Perhaps he just wanted to get out of the storage room... it smelled like rotten fish and something Johnny couldn’t detect. For whatever reason, Gino was now poking his head out of the room.

---

"Gino! What are you doing!?!" Johnny said in a worried whisper/hiss to his son.
"Gino? Oh, um, er, me?" his son said, confused. “Ennnn.....bathroom."
Johnny slapped his own face. They were on a boat with the Von Helsons, about to get caught undoubtedly, and Gino needed to use the restroom.
The little boy continued, moving his full body out of the room. Johnny could hear the faint clip, clap of his son's slightly steel-bottomed shoes against the shiny wood. "Well, better to get caught together.." he said aloud in a bit of surrender, got up, and started after his son.

---

As the two of them lurked around each corner, Johnny K found himself surprised to find that Gino, somehow, had learned to sneak with such care that several times Johnny himself forgot his son was with him. Thus, when he passed what read on the wooden label as the 'crew' quite like those on doors that normally say 'boys', 'girls', 'lads', 'lassies' and even your occasional 'buoy' or 'gull', he thought nothing of it. Not until he heard the stifled whimpering moan of the corn-haired boy he left behind, who obviously had no great urge to speak again.

"Dad, you d-don't have to go away... you can j-just wait outside if you want to... I'll only b-be a moment...” Gino shuffled on his feet. He really had to pee, and he knew how to show it.

"Oh!" Johnny turned around and smiled abashedly. "Sorry, son, go ahead. I’ll draw my cloak around me and try not to look suspicious. Though it may be hard, being a Gambino and all... Gambinos are naturally suspicious, it's in our blood." He winked. Gino nodded politely and soon after sprinted away, shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible.

What he saw inside puzzled him. Not like most things puzzled him, these days, though, mind you. What he saw now puzzled him in a different way, because he knew there weren't supposed to be crates busting full of powdery white stuff in a bathroom... or so his mind told him. As he looked around for a urinal or toilet to ease himself with, he began to feel his mind fuzz a bit. Too tired of holding it in now, he decided to relieve himself on one of the crates -- serves those twins right for taking him away from his daddy.

As the dusty fumes rose from the crate he peed on, he found himself staggering back out the door, still unzipped, with all of the colors of the rainbow swirling around his right hand's thumb.

---

The colors lingered as little Gino stumbled into his father. This was quite disturbing, as he still was exposed. Blinking up, the boy saw his father as a urinal. Not totally finished doing his business, he began to finish his father. Johnny let out a quiet, girlish scream, backing up. "Jesus Christ boy, what's gotten into you?" He said. But then he glanced towards the now open bathroom. Johnny, sensing something was wrong, plugged his nose and ventured into the crate-filled room. He peered into one of the wooden boxes.
Marijuana.

---

"I just knew they were up to something like this... probably did spike the punch at the ball... ech... what a pair of britches..."

Realizing Gino probably still hadn't XYZ'd, Johnny sighed a deep sigh and ambled back to his son, muttering profanities under his breath. Carefully zipping him back up from a distance, he wondered how in the heck he would be able to keep Gino quiet now. He remembered one dinner party, last year, when there was alcohol involved, Gino had gotten drunk, thrown a finger sandwich at Edmund, calling him a crackwhore, and asked him how much money it took to do his father. Obviously, he was severely punished. You
just don’t say or do things like that to one of Daddy's colleagues, let alone speak of Daddy as someone who would pay for a prostitute. But now, Johnny worried that things would be much worse if his son were to stay conscious...

---

"Eeeeehn, Willie wants some air!" Gino groaned, unzipping his pants again, still seeing funny colors. Johnny almost laughed, but remembered the situation they were in. He watched in shock as Gino lumbered towards an on-board bedroom, the master one. Busting open the door, Gino was staring down a shocked Anna Corrine Von Helson. "C'mere....!" Gino exclaimed to the woman. Anna backed up, quite confused and revolted.

---

Johnny sprinted over to Gino, picked him up, tossed him over his shoulder, and turned to Anna Corinne.

".. Well... ... ... ..." He cleared his throat. "The Gambinos have arrived, and we're hosting a hostile takeover! Bwahaha!!!!!" Gaining confidence, he pumped a fist in the air. "Who's the most powerful now, hm?"

Seeing the look on Anna's face, one of scorn, surprise, disgust, and a tidbit of worry switch to one of complete and utter fury, he paused for a moment... then hurried away just as quickly as he came.

---

Anna Corrine, out of impulse, sprinted after the Gambinos. Johnny took blind turns, searching for the control room. He breathed in short gasps, and looked over his shoulder. He saw that Anna had tripped. First he thought he should be a gentleman, but that thought fled his mind as he opened the door to the control room.

---

There, he saw Marie Von Helson making out with that Thomas character Johnny came very close to meeting, earlier. He wondered if she really was high, as he had first thought, more jokingly than now. She was really all over the guy, doing some pretty nasty things.
Johnny checked to make sure he had knocked Gino out when he had hurled him on his shoulder... yes, he had. Good. ... I guess.

He stood there for a moment, wondering what to do, attempting to catch his breath and keep himself from staring at the erotic showdown going on. At that moment, Anna Corrine snuck up behind him.

"You broke my heel... these are new shoes!" she growled.
"I've got you now... and you're not going to escape this time!"

---

Ohgoodlord, Johnny thought. He did the first thing that came to mind - threw an uppercut,
missing Anna Corrine's jaw and breaking her nose.
"Dambit!' she said, blubbering on the ground. Johnny kicked her and she scowled up at him. Kicking her again, she hit her head against a steel lever base and knocked herself out.
Pulling on one of the levers, the smooth-sailing ship turned around and traveled back towards the Isle. Enter the truly high Marie.
"What in ruddy heck-hell are you doing!?" she screeched, her shirt half-unbuttoned.
Thomas stared up, his shirt ripped off, and his face covered in lipstick kiss-prints. He was very confused.

---

Both Johnny and Anna stared at Marie, pointed at each other simultaneously and screeched, “It was her!”

Johnny paused. He turned to look at Anna Corinne. “Are you high, too? I’m a MAN, you idiot!”

Marie snorted drunkenly, nearly tipping over. “Coulda fooled me... eh Thomas? Eh? Eh?”

Anna glared at them both. “It was just a slip of the tongue!”

“Next thing you know she’s gonna be callin’ her watch a rock, eh? Eh?” She clambered over to Johnny. “Hey, don’t I know you?”

Gambino smirked. “... You’re going to wish you didn’t very, very soon.”

---

Johnny laughed to himself as he grabbed hold of Marie's hair and slammed her face directly into the metal control panel. Knocked out, Johnny thought to himself. Now for Anna.

He did the same thing, with more effort. But instead of laying the body back down, he dragged it out on deck and threw Anna out to sea.

"Serves you right, you little slut." Johnny smirked.

---

As he admired his work, Gino began to wake up from his unconscious state. Highly embarrassed by his situation, he scrambled off of his father’s shoulder and scurried to a shadowed corner, in which he proceeded to bring himself back to a state of decency.

Thomas stared at Johnny with wide, wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. "P-please, don't hurt me... th-the twins... they said they'd buy me new clothes... they said th-they'd buy me anything I wanted, if I helped them... I-I... I didn't..." He trailed off, letting out a high pitched squeal and covering his head with his hands, scooching himself back as far as he could go.

Gambino walked straight over to Thomas, raised his hand, and...
Patted him on the head.

"It's all right, boy, I understand. Money corrupts. I was just like you, once. But I realized, recently, that there are more important things than fame and money..." He held out a hand to help him up. "Besides, I'm all for my fellow man." With that, he shone one of his famous million dollar grins, winked, and pulled Thomas upright.

---

Thomas smiled a dazed, far-off smile, like he didn't know what was going on. He blinked, unbelievingly, and just hugged Johnny.
"Eeheheh....thanks?" Johnny said, almost as confused now as Thomas. They both turned their heads when the now-conscious Gino in the corner spoke.
"Dad....I remember.... I..... remember..." he said, almost crying. "I remember now.... everything.."

---

Johnny blinked once. He blinked twice. He blinked three times. Did he really hear what he thought he just heard?

“... Gino...?” He took a few steps towards him.

“I remember how you taught me how to do long division, and how long that took... I remember you and mom reading stories to me when I was a kid...” A tear fell down his cheek. “I remember how when sh-she died you started being cold and wouldn’t talk to me except to tell me when I did something wrong...” He was bawling now. “I remember how much I missed you, then...”

Johnny hurried over to his son and gave him a strong hug, close to tears himself.
“Shh, Gino... it’s all right... everything is going to be okay...”

---

Gino gave a sniffle, then buried his head in his father's shoulder. They both had to interrupt the sentimental moment when Marie firmly punched Johnny in the back of the head. Gino, face still tear-stained, backed up, not wanting to interfere. Johnny tackled Marie, and yanked on her hair again. Well, it may not have hurt MUCH, but it agitated her.

---

Marie Von Helson rammed her head back into Johnny’s, swung around and kicked him in the stomach. “Never mess up a Von Helson’s ‘do!!!”

Mr. Gambino staggered back, clutching his stomach and gasping for the air that had been knocked out of him.

Gino couldn’t bear to watch this... but what could he do? He was a mere teenager. How could he... wait a minute. Something caught his eye...

---

Another fishnet......he grabbed it, and tackled the Helson the best he good, entwining her in net. Gino backed up, and to Marie’s horror, Gambino sat on her.

---

He grinned, still panting for breath. "Good job, son! C'm over here and give your old man five!" He raised his hand, and Gino trotted over, still a bit puffy-eyed, to give Johnny a small high-five. He sniffed, and climbed on top of his father's lap to give him a big hug.

Johnny hugged his son back, grin widening, then looked around for a moment. "Hmm... hey, Thomas! How close are we to shore?"

---

"Um, we're there..." Thomas said quite awkwardly. His statement was followed by a crash as the boat rammed the dock.
"Good, good, good!" Johnny exclaimed, removing himself from the well-tangled net jumble that was Marie. He picked up the thrashing lump and prepared to head outside.

---

He was surprised to hear the sound of a police siren. Looking questioningly at Thomas, he cocked his head to one side.

Thomas chuckled. "I took the liberty of calling the fuzz way back when I first found out about the hoard of drugs on the ship... they must have been tracking us all along!"

Gino moaned. "You mean they knew we were on the ship and they didn't come help us?"

The man shrugged. "It's the police. Go figure. They always have a reason."

---

Johnny continued to question himself as he led himself, Gino, and Thomas off of the ship. One of the officers accepted the Marie bundle like it was his early Christmas present, while others scrambled onto the boat to check it over.

---

And that... was what happened. Marie Von Helson was jailed for possession of vast quantities of powdered Marijuana, not to mention for being high on it herself at the time of her arrest. Anna Corrine Von Helson somehow managed to swim herself to shore after being tossed over into the sea, only to also be arrested for possession and using an illegal substance -- she was jailed for a much shorter time, however, as it was all really her sister's idea. Gino read all of the Lord Of The Rings books with his father that very same day.
Afterwards, they decided they were pretty cool people and rebuilt their mansion with their own four hands. It took about two months and okay, half the population of GAIA may have helped them out a bit, but hey, they did it eventually.

Also, the moment Thomas Geraldi got off of the S.S. Von Helson, he decided to elope with his girlfriend, Liam, and have lots of tan children with her.

Ergo... pretty much everyone lived happily ever after. Except the Von Helsons, because they're dumb. But, okay. Bye.

Work in Progress -- UPDATED!

Thu, 17 Mar 2005 02:16:34 GMT

The Cruel Winds of Fate
By Tymaporer
Status: WIP
Chapters so far: 1-4
Rating so far: PG

Chapter One

Johnny K. Gambino was twenty-six and the happiest man alive. After all, why shouldn’t he be happy? He had riches, an island, a mansion, power, and a beautiful wife whom he loved more than anything else in the world. Oh yeah, and his son, his wife Gina’s namesake. Gino.

It was six-thirty in the morning. The two-year-old Gino was asleep. Gina was asleep. Gambino was awake, reflecting on life. He reached over and gently shook Gina’s shoulder. “Gina,” he whispered. “Isn’t life great?” Gina remained asleep. She was a pretty heavy sleeper.

Three hours later, Gina was still asleep. This worried Gambino, as his wife always got up before eight. Gambino left the pancakes and went into the family bedroom, briefly wondering why they only used one of their ten bedrooms. It was quiet in the room. Too quiet. Gina always snored. Gambino ran over to her side of the bed and shook her. Gina stayed asleep. He tried whispering her name into her ear. Nothing happened. He tried saying it louder. No response. He checked her pulse. No pulse. Gambino panicked. He didn’t know CPR. He called her name, louder again. Nope. He shouted it. Nothing. By this time it had dawned on him, the cold, hard truth. More for his own sake than to try to wake his wife, he tried one more time.

“GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Gino woke up at this, and started crying. Gambino ran over to him, picked him up, held him, tried to calm him through his own tears. “It’s all right, it’s all right. I didn’t mean to yell. I had to do it. She’s gone. But you won’t care, not till you’re older. I’m older. I care. For Lanzer’s sake, how did this happen? Why? Everything was perfect! What did I do to deserve this? I made my living myself, the honest way! What went wrong?” Talking to himself now, he put Gino down. He sniffed. What was that smell? “The pancakes!” He rushed into the kitchen. The pancakes were burnt. He turned the skillet off and dumped the contents into the garbage, where, he predicted, his life was about to go.

Chapter Two

Three years had passed since the death of Gina, Gambino’s one love. Gino was now five. Gambino had not forgotten Gina. How could he, when he had had a son with her, and named him after her? As Gambino was sitting in the attic one night, half-consciously staring at a picture of Gina, he made a decision. Why be depressed? He had all the riches a man could want. He was the most powerful man in the little world called Gaia. He had his own island, named after him, and a mansion to go with it. Gambino realized that showing sadness would probably put his position in jeopardy. He realized that he would have to feel something else, something more befitting to a man of such power.

He ran through a list of emotions in his head. Happiness? No. He couldn’t even pretend to be happy. Jealousy? No. Who could he be jealous of? Well, there was his friend Count Vladimir Von Helson. He was rich too…but no, he still wasn’t “better than” Gambino. Besides, he couldn’t risk losing one of his closest confidantes. Anger? Hmm. Anger and sadness are often linked. He could easily hide behind a veneer of anger without anyone suspecting anything, but still be getting out his feelings. It wasn’t the most constructive way to do it, but it seemed the only resort. But whom to be angry at?

The answer hit him. Gino. He wasn’t a friend, so there was no risk. Besides, many people abused their kids, right? And since he was the most powerful man in Gaia, nobody could put him in jail or anything. Yes…Gino. It would be hard, very hard, because Gino was a reminder of his mother. He was so innocent. Gambino sighed. He had to do it. He had to stop loving Gino.

He went to find Gino. Gino was, of course, asleep, it being nine at night and him being five years old. He quietly walked into Gino’s room and sat down on the bed next to his sleeping form. He looked at Gino and whispered, “The hatred starts here.” It was then that Gino became conscious. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, “Daddy?” Gambino clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. In the harshest tone he could muster, he said, “Go back to sleep. I won’t have you up all night annoying me.” Without waiting for Gino’s reaction, he ran out of the room, into his own, and started sobbing quietly.

Chapter Three

It had been so many years. How many had it been? Fourteen since the happy family had become smaller and unhappy. Eleven since Gambino had made the decision that changed both his and Gino’s lives. Gambino was forty. Gino was sixteen. Over the eleven years, Gambino had gradually become used to his cover of cold heartlessness. He had made himself believe that that was who he was. Then he stopped thinking about it.

Gino had changed too. He had been only five when his father had started to treat him like…well, like many things, but none of them nice to behold. His young age was the factor that allowed Gino to accept the way his father was treating him. After all, he knew only two other children his age, Anna Corinne and Marie Von Helson, and their father treated them like that too. As a result, he quickly forgot the fact that Gambino had once been nice to him, and got used to his father’s new behavior. Then he stopped thinking about it.

So now Gambino was forty, and Gino was sixteen, and Gambino abused Gino, and neither of them remembered any other way of life. A few years ago, however, people had started coming to Gaia. The little group of existing Gaians had opened up shops with clothing for the new people, for all they had were the ratty, almost colorless clothes they had come in. They hadn’t had room on the ship for much more. But they did have gold, and they obtained even more on Gaia. And these people knew the truth: fathers should be kind to their sons.

In the year 2004, a girl named Tymaporer came to the small land. This was a long while after the first settlers had come, and the community was quite large by then, but after a time, she made friends and stuck with them. She, like the others, knew the truth. A few months later, the first Gaian Olympics were held, with the original inhabitants fondly referred to by the public as NPCs as the contestants. These Olympics consisted of one event: the race. It was here that Tymaporer first took notice of Gambino, the most powerful man in Gaia.

Chapter Four

Tymaporer walked into the forum building and went straight to the announcement board. There was a huge notice about some race, posted by a guy named Gambino. She didn't wonder what the heck a Gambino was, because she had seen his mansion before. It looked like a nice place.

After reading the notice, Tyma took a walk. Walking was really the only thing she did outside of the forums, besides the occasional shopping excursion. Her legs were much skinnier than they had been when she came to Gaia. She wished she could afford an MP3 player for when the walks got boring. However, that day's walk was not boring, because there was a new area visible to her now. She kept walking along the path that previously led to the end of the Barton field, and found herself in a place called Durem. She saw an arch with a banner on it saying "Checkpoint", and figured that the gods had made the area visible because of the race.

Tyma walked over to a big square building in the southwestern corner of Durem and stared at it. A chill went down her spine. She shuddered involuntarily, and quickly walked away from the building to a shop. She looked in the window and saw a lot of formal clothing, none of which she could afford or think of a use for. So Tyma climbed aboard a bus and rode to Gambino.

Her first move when she got to the island was to head over to Sasha's shop. But then she heard a man shouting. "Come on, you useless wretch! Can't you run any faster?" Tyma walked quietly over to where she had heard it, peered around a corner, and saw a rich-looking man yelling at a boy, also rich-looking, who looked to be a bit older than her. The boy was running around a track. Her first thought was to go over to the man and ask him why he was yelling at the boy. Sure, he was slow, but that wasn't any reason to... She discarded this idea when she realized that this must be Gambino. She managed to hold in her gasp until she had run away from the mansion. Tyma had never been this close to the most powerful man in Gaia! And the boy... he must be his son, Gino!