Night TwoA young boy was staying up late tonight playing Wii. Bad mistake. An older man was walking outside the boy's house, and the bright lights coming from the boy's window caught his attention. The older man casually broke in through the boy's window, but the boy was too involved with mashing the 'A' button as fast as he could to notice. The older man stood in the corner of the room - thoughts racing through his head. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a knife.
Still unaware of his guest, the boy decided that it was time get some sleep. He turned off the Wii and spun around. The dark figure that he then saw in the corner of his room caused him to scream.
"Don't scream, kid" said the man.
The kid recognized the voice, but it was way too dark to see the man's face. "Who... who are you?"
The man grasped the knife tightly in his hand and stepped hesitantly toward the boy. "I'm just a man with a... Mission."
The kid stepped backward. "Yeah right, man. You're just a pussy for coming in here with a knife. Go pick on someone your own size!"
Tired of the kid's antics, the man took a quick stride forward, plunging the knife into the boy's heart.
Aristocrat fell to the floor. His face was pale. In his last moments, he watched the old man walk back toward the window. The man lifted his leg out of the window, but looked back at his victim before he was all the way outside.
"Dumb kid, it doesn't matter who you're killing. It still takes... Courage."
***
Meanwhile, another man sat on the roof of the police station. He was looking through the scope of a rifle at his victim.
The man smiled to himself saying, "Well, there's nothing quite like killing for a cause. Good night, scum." And with that, he pulled the trigger. The lifeless body of
TiKels was found only a few hours later with a bullet through his head.
***
A few blocks away, another man was just coming home from his afternoon shift at the laboratory. He parked his car in the driveway, and walked to the mailbox. The mailbox was empty except for one unmarked envelope. Curious as to what it was, the man opened it up and took out what seemed to be a letter. He tried to read it, but a combination of small writing and the darkness of night prevented him from making out any of it. "Meh, I'll just read it inside." He said to himself as he closed the mailbox.
That letter was found only a few feet away from his mailbox in a small puddle of blood the next morning. It read like this:
Dear lil-Inferno,
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to take your life.
Sincerely yours,
Anonymous***
Having just woken up for a midnight snack, it was needless to say that the elderly man was a bit surprised to find himself behind held captive in his own kitchen. His visitor stood behind him with a blade held to his victim's neck.
"What's your opinion about situations like these?" asked the mysterious visitor.
The old man tried to wrestle his way out of the intruder's hold, but it was no use. "Let go of me, you wimpersnapper!"
The mystery man frowned. "I just want to know your opinion, is all..."
The old man continued to struggle, but eventually gave up. "Ugh," he gasped, "you youngins think you can do whatever the hell you want these days. Well, if you must know, murder is a sin!"
"A sin, eh? I had a feeling you would say something stupid like that." Disappointed by his victim's answer, the visitor slit his jugular and let him drop to the floor. He wiped the blood off his blade with a kitchen towel and made his way out of
Artanis186's house like it was no big deal.
Day 2 begins now! All players gather in Town Hall to decide who is the mafia among them. A vote is held in order to determine who shall be lynched.
Post has been edited 3 time(s), last time on Aug 31 2010, 10:14 pm by Norm.
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