Panel 1: Don, Edd and Enzo arrive at the captain’s quarters of Bloodh’s ship. Don’s face is stern as he presents a briefcase fill of clintz.
Don: Captain, we’re here to make an offer you can’t refuse.
Panel 2: Running his fingers through the money, Bloodh savors the feel, considering the offer. Tula is by his throne, admiring the money.
Bloodh: Ah, very nice. I think we would work something out.
Panel 3: Done giving his hands their money bath, Bloodh becomes a little more serious as his question strikes a disgusted nerve in Don.
Bloodh: And you’re sure Ghiest won’t mind?
Don: We don’t speak of the dead here. Present company excluded.
Bloodh: No offense taken.
Panel 4: Closing the briefcase, Bloodh is about to make his decision until Tula leans over to him and whispers into his ear.
Bloodh: Very well, I accept your offer.
Panel 5: Find her suggestion rather fun, he throws it in. Tula just giggles, trying not to let her giddiness show.
Bloodh: If you do a little something for us in return. Its Tula’s birthday and she would like it if “the cute one” were to dance at her party.
Panel 6: Edd sighs and starts removing his jacket until a repulsed Bloodh stops him.
Edd: Fine, I’ll do it
Bloodh: Oh God, not you!
Panel 7: Seizing Enzo’s arm, Tula practically drags him off as he gives a sly smile (a sign that he has trumped him again) to Edd who fumes at him.
Tula: You, handsome. Come on!
Enzo: Bye Edd.
Panel 1: Being the phsycially stronger of the two, Filomena manages yank her weapon back, forcing Ludmilla toward her.
Filomena: You think I’m blind?
Panel 2: Filomena takes a swing, just barely hitting her.
Filomena: I just learnt my family has done a lot of horrid things. But from what I’ve seen,
Panel 3: The second blow is easily dodged as Oscar can he seen attempting to sneak up on Ludmilla with the crowbar over his head, ready to hit her.
Filomena: You’re no better!
Panel 4: Sensing him, she turns around and kicks him right in the nuts.
Panel 5: Which buys Filomena enough time to place a knock-out blow on her.
Panel 6: Recovering from Toro’s attack, Don picks himself up, using his cane as leverage as he turns to Vickie and Veccio. Toro is still reeling from his collective wounds as he tries to get up as well.
Don: What’s the status on the bomb?
Vickie: We’re almost there.
Panel 1: Shot of Vickie sweating as Veccio helps her disable the bomb.
Vickie: Just one more wire and…
Panel 2: With nothing else to fight, Griezzo turns on his clanmates. He attempts to strike Vickie and Griezzo with his chains, but the two manage to dodge out of the way (with Vickie holding the bomb.)
Panel 3: Griezzo spins on his heels and strikes his cousin, Don when he tries to stop him. None of them knowing that Toro is holding his side and getting away.
Panel 4: Getting up, Veccio calmly makes his way towards Griezzo. Sensing that the old man will become nothing more than a bloody smear, Vickie calls out to him.
Vickie: Are you crazy?
Panel 5: His face becomes stern as he lifts his arms up to show his son that he is no threat. Fearing being locked-up again, Griezzo lets out sad groan.
Veccio: Griezzo. It’s over.
Panel 6: Putting a hand on Griezzo’s shoulder, a slight tinge of empathy appears on his face as his son looks up at him with hope (as much as his simple mind can compute) that things will be better.
Veccio: Know it’s not fair. I just wish there was another way.
Panel 7: Knowing what he must do, Veccio jabs a large tranquilizer dart into Griezzo’s neck.
Panel 8: Collapsing in his arms, Veccio is on his knees as he holds him tight.
Griezzo: You did good, son, you did good.
Panel 1: Cutting the final wire, Vickie turns to Don to assure him. He nods as Lyse Teria and Murphy recover from getting knocked out and an off panel voice draws the others’ attention.
Vickie: The bomb’s taken care of sir.
Don: Good job, Vickie.
Panel 2: Picking herself up from the ground, utter hate burns inside Ludmilla as she picks herself up as a bit of blood drips from her mouth.
Ludmilla: You ruined everything. You should all be dead you disgusting, honor less thugs!
Panel 3: Don immediately points Lyse Teria’s gun at Ludmilla’s forhead.
Panel 4: Wishing for his sister not to see this, he turns to Filomena who reluctantly agrees and is about to make her way there.
Don: Mena, get upstairs now.
Panel 5: As loyal as ever to Sigmund’s dream, Ludmilla’s tone darkens without a tinge fear or regret on her person.
Don: Any last words?
Ludmilla: Heil Gheist.
Panel 6: Finally upstairs, Filomena shuts her eyes and covers her ears to block out what she knows is happening.
Sound FX: Bang.
Panel 1: Once again, the scene changes as Carlos and Fabio escort Mona (who’s carrying the portfolio case and money) to the same warehouse where this whole mess started. Platinum and three (level 2) Gheistlings who are circling around the Montana members greet her with disapproval.
Platinum: So the little thug returns.
Mona Thought: Holy crap, those things have gotten uglier.
Panel 2: Not wanting to put up with him Platinum any more than he wants to put up with her, Mona just sighs and places the portfolio and briefcase with the money she owes them into his hands.
Mona: Whatever. Here’s your stupid drawings.
Panel 3: Making sure this whole mess will finally end, Carlos clears his throat, forcing Mona to admit the rest.
Mona: And the whole screwing you over thing was my idea. Don had nothing to do with it.
Panel 4: Surprisingly Platinum nods as if to let them go.
Platinum: I see. You can go.
Panel 5: Letting Carlos and Fabio off, the Gheistlings immediately surround Mona.
Platinum: Except for you. We still have a lot to talk about.
Panel 6: Surrounded by Platinum as he pulls out a crowbar from his jacket as the Gheistlings draw closer, all Mona can do is sigh.
Mona: I am so screwed.
Panel 1: Finally back in the present at Bloodh’s ship as Enzo’s little strip show (how down to his black briefs) as the girls are cheering even louder. Edd and Don are still eating their cake, reminiscing over the last few moments.
Caption: Back in the present.
Don: Can’t say things will ever be the same. Mena’s now on a one-woman crusade to save me.
Panel 2: Severely roughed up with a broken ankle and arm, Mona hobbles her way back to her studio apartment, relieved to be alive.
Don Caption: And I know Gary’s not going to like it, but Mona somehow managed to crawl her way back.
Panel 3: While on a beachside date, Jeff and Gaia are in utter shock as they crowd around female body floating down (though the identity is somewhat obscured).
Don Caption: At least Gheist is shutting up about the whole thing, but I decided to send them a little reminder anyway.
Panel 4: Enzo’s briefs land on Edd’s head as he sighs and asks Don something.
Edd: What about Uncle Veccio?
Panel 5: Both Veccio and Don walk down a hallway in Don’s mansion. Veccio sincerely congratulates him. Believing that he is going to be finally rid of the man, Don happily lets everything slide.
Veccio: You really surprised me back there, Donny. Never thought I’d say it, but I’m real proud of you.
Don: As long as the rest of the family gets the news, I’ll let bygones be bygones.
Veccio: Not exactly.
Panel 6: Arriving at Don’s bedroom, Veccio smiles slyly as all eight of his cats are once again sleeping on a now fuming Don’s bed as if it was theirs.
Veccio: I kind of like it here. So the cats and I decided to stay a little longer.
Panel 1: Back at Bloodh’s chambers, Morlha and Vladimir present their own case of money to him with Hawkins and Trey along with him. The sound of the girls’ joyful squeals can be heard through the walls, drawing Morlha’s attention.
Girls: Shake it baby, shake it!
Morlha: What is that?
Bloodh: Oh, just a private dancer I got for Tula’s birthday.
Panel 2: Intrigued at the thought of putting his own goods on display, Vladimir flexes a few muscles in hopes of getting in and embarrassing Morlha. Scared that it might ruin their plans, Trey tries to talk him out of it.
Vladamir: And not me? Just let me in and I’ll show them what real stud can do.
Trey: Uh, that won’t be necessary.
Bloodh: Just one question before we agree to this little alliance,
Panel 3: Bloodh tries his best not to bust-up laughing and quickly failing at it.
Bloodh: If you were actually to succeed in…heh, heh, in taking over…
Panel 4: Bloodh, Hawkins and Trey are laughing their asses off of the very concept of any of Gheist’s plans for world domination ever succeeding, ignoring how pissed-off they are.
Bloodh, Hawkins and Trey: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Trey: As if that would actually happen.
Panel 5: Still upset at them, Morlha gives her word as Bloodh signals Hawkins to see them out.
Morlha: We promise not to execute you.
Bloodh: Very good. Hawkins, show them to the door.
Panel 6: The second they’re out of listening range, a concerned Trey turns to his leader who brushes his concerns off.
Trey: You sure about this? If they find out…
Bloodh: Oh I’m not worried. If it does, it does.
Caption: The End.
I have to admit the story turned a little darker than I thought, but it was a fun ride. I felt weird killing off an cannon character, but I left like I couldn't constantly let everyone escape. The next two short stories (one for Skeelz and another for Nightmare) will belighter and satirical before going on to a bigger story which will tie up some old loose threads.