Send in the Clones - 20
Family Reunions are A Bear
Mike had his weapon out and already pointed where he thought Evil's head would be when he had seen all the Henrys had changed, but it still wasn't quick enough. Evil had the mortal in his hands, teeth above his throat before the doors finished banging against the wall. Henry growled and took a step closer and Evil pulled Mike's neck a little further to the side. "Now, dad, you wouldn't want Uncle Mike's neck opened up to bleed out all over this lovely hard wood. Best if you step back. I just want to talk."
Henry's eyes flicked back and forth from Mike's neck to Evil's face as Celucci said, "Take your shot Fitzroy, kill him."
He growled, "Let him go. He's mortal and a cop. Nothing to you. Killing him will only bring down the entire police force on your head."
"They come down on my head, they come down on your head. And all my 'brother's. That would make for some interesting days in the news, wouldn't it?"
Vicki stepped forward, "That's a lot like cutting off your own nose to spite your face, there, big boy. They'd be looking for you too."
"Aunt Vicki! How's it feel, having all these Henrys to choose from? Surely one of them would be a fine substitute for dad. Tell you what, you leave me alone to take care of business, and I'll leave whichever one you want to keep, standing."
"Fine. I choose all of them."
"Tsk. That won't work." Evil smirked. "I can't have this face running around all over town. It's far too perfect to be on the likes of him." Evil nodded at Special, and Father Henry and Bettie automatically stepped in front of him. "Don't worry, I won't let him suffer. It'll be fast and painless."
Henry said, "Which is more than I can say about your death. Let Celluci go, and we'll finish this, son. I won't have you drawing attention to me. I'll win, you'll die and everyone will be happy."
"Now, dad, is that any way to talk to your kid?" He smirked, "Besides, I don't want to let Celluci go, I'm not stupid. You won't attack as long as I have him."
Mike managed to choke out, "Forget about me, you fucking kill him, Fitzroy."
Evil's grip tightened, "Quiet, Uncle Mike. I don't want to have to kill you before I'm ready." He looked at Henry, "We could share Toronto, dad. It's not like it's a small berg out in the province. I'll stay on my side, you stay on yours."
"Even if I believed you would do that, which I don't, do you really think I would allow you to hunt anywhere in my territory? You killed four people last night, and that draws unwanted attention to us. Not to mention the fact that Toronto is mine and you're an abomination."
"I will kill him." For just one split second a look flicked across Evil's face, so fast Henry wasn't exactly sure he'd seen it. He kept his mask in place though, and called upon the training he received at his father's court since his earliest memories. Training that made people want to do what he asked, just by virtue of the fact he was a prince.
He drew himself up, royal presence radiating off his body, "No, you won't. You will let the constable go, and you and I will return to my apartment and discuss this as two civilized people." He turned to face the others, "You'll all wait here."
Gay said, "No! He's hurting Michael! He should die."
Henry gave him the royal eyebrow, "Perhaps. I'll see what needs to be done." The words and the regal bearing brought all the Henry's to heel, except for Special, who said, "I don't like him, he's mean."
Father Henry patted Special on the back and said, "We know. We're trying to fix that."
"Well? What say you?" Henry kept focused on Evil's face, trying not to look at Mike turning blue due to the lack of oxygen. "Let Celluci go and we'll settle this, you and I." The almost 500 years of royal bearing settled around Henry like a cloak, the tone and his stance making it clear he would accept nothing less than acqueiscence.
"Fine." Evil tossed Mike aside and Vicki did her best to catch him. Henry motioned to Evil, and they exited, turning towards Henry's apartment.
He turned and spoke to Vicki, "Stay here. Prepare."
Mike had his weapon out and already pointed where he thought Evil's head would be when he had seen all the Henrys had changed, but it still wasn't quick enough. Evil had the mortal in his hands, teeth above his throat before the doors finished banging against the wall. Henry growled and took a step closer and Evil pulled Mike's neck a little further to the side. "Now, dad, you wouldn't want Uncle Mike's neck opened up to bleed out all over this lovely hard wood. Best if you step back. I just want to talk."
Henry's eyes flicked back and forth from Mike's neck to Evil's face as Celucci said, "Take your shot Fitzroy, kill him."
He growled, "Let him go. He's mortal and a cop. Nothing to you. Killing him will only bring down the entire police force on your head."
"They come down on my head, they come down on your head. And all my 'brother's. That would make for some interesting days in the news, wouldn't it?"
Vicki stepped forward, "That's a lot like cutting off your own nose to spite your face, there, big boy. They'd be looking for you too."
"Aunt Vicki! How's it feel, having all these Henrys to choose from? Surely one of them would be a fine substitute for dad. Tell you what, you leave me alone to take care of business, and I'll leave whichever one you want to keep, standing."
"Fine. I choose all of them."
"Tsk. That won't work." Evil smirked. "I can't have this face running around all over town. It's far too perfect to be on the likes of him." Evil nodded at Special, and Father Henry and Bettie automatically stepped in front of him. "Don't worry, I won't let him suffer. It'll be fast and painless."
Henry said, "Which is more than I can say about your death. Let Celluci go, and we'll finish this, son. I won't have you drawing attention to me. I'll win, you'll die and everyone will be happy."
"Now, dad, is that any way to talk to your kid?" He smirked, "Besides, I don't want to let Celluci go, I'm not stupid. You won't attack as long as I have him."
Mike managed to choke out, "Forget about me, you fucking kill him, Fitzroy."
Evil's grip tightened, "Quiet, Uncle Mike. I don't want to have to kill you before I'm ready." He looked at Henry, "We could share Toronto, dad. It's not like it's a small berg out in the province. I'll stay on my side, you stay on yours."
"Even if I believed you would do that, which I don't, do you really think I would allow you to hunt anywhere in my territory? You killed four people last night, and that draws unwanted attention to us. Not to mention the fact that Toronto is mine and you're an abomination."
"I will kill him." For just one split second a look flicked across Evil's face, so fast Henry wasn't exactly sure he'd seen it. He kept his mask in place though, and called upon the training he received at his father's court since his earliest memories. Training that made people want to do what he asked, just by virtue of the fact he was a prince.
He drew himself up, royal presence radiating off his body, "No, you won't. You will let the constable go, and you and I will return to my apartment and discuss this as two civilized people." He turned to face the others, "You'll all wait here."
Gay said, "No! He's hurting Michael! He should die."
Henry gave him the royal eyebrow, "Perhaps. I'll see what needs to be done." The words and the regal bearing brought all the Henry's to heel, except for Special, who said, "I don't like him, he's mean."
Father Henry patted Special on the back and said, "We know. We're trying to fix that."
"Well? What say you?" Henry kept focused on Evil's face, trying not to look at Mike turning blue due to the lack of oxygen. "Let Celluci go and we'll settle this, you and I." The almost 500 years of royal bearing settled around Henry like a cloak, the tone and his stance making it clear he would accept nothing less than acqueiscence.
"Fine." Evil tossed Mike aside and Vicki did her best to catch him. Henry motioned to Evil, and they exited, turning towards Henry's apartment.
He turned and spoke to Vicki, "Stay here. Prepare."