Only three were left. Well, four if you count the Council President, Zack. Three of them retreated nervously to their homes that night, fearing for their lives. One retreated home eagerly, excited for the night activities to begin.
choxorn left his house and went over to
remake20's house, hoping that he could protect his friend from death that night. Although he waited patiently by remake's bedside, wary of any intruders that may come, none came to remake20's house that night. Both choxorn and remake20 were safe.
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JR48fan had a rough time getting to sleep, and he kept tossing and turning all night. He was exhausted, yet sleep would not come; his sheets were a tangled mess. JR48fan bolted upright when he heard footsteps in the hallway outside his room. His heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, and he knew he should run away, but his limbs were frozen - not from the cold, but from fear. A guttural shriek came from his throat as the door to his bedroom burst open, and a tall figure in jet black robes walked through. He strode straight over to JR48fan's bed and, leaning over, whispered into his ear: "Good night, JR48fan. Sweet dreams." With those words, the intruder ripped a knife free from his boot and plunged it quickly and deeply into JR48fan's exposed, shirtless chest. JR48fan's screams rose sharply in pitch and volume, then were cut off almost instantly. Blood spewed forth from his chest like a fountain as the figure twisted the long, bloody knife in his torso. Satisfied, the intruder tore his weapon free from JR48fan's body and walked calmly out of his house and back to his own, cleaning his knife on his robes along the way.
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The next morning,
remake20, choxorn, and Zack all arrived at the meeting room early in the morning. All three were fatigued for various reasons. Zack was looking over some papers in his hand, quietly sipping wine from a cup he held in his free hand. Setting the papers down on the table, but keeping the glass of wine held in his fingers, Zack kicked his feet up on the long table. He turned his head and looked at choxorn and remake20, who were sitting at the other end of the table whispering among themselves. Zack set his glass down on the table, stood up, and started to walk over towards the two frightened villagers. "Well," he began, "Have the foreigners been eliminated?" After seeing the hesitant nods of both choxorn and remake20, Zack nodded his head. "Good, good. It seems that after all of this time, we managed to eliminate the threat to the town's welfare and our peaceful Community.
"Well, at least one of the threats." Zack whipped a knife out and threw it across the room. It embedded itself deeply into remake20's chest, and remake gasped, then slumped limply to the ground. Zack then turned to choxorn, who was already scared half to death. Zack dashed at him and placed his hands on choxorn's neck, squeezing the life out of choxorn. As choxorn's breath stopped to flow and the poor fellow fell to the ground, Zack was pleased. He had accomplished his task. All of the Councilors were dead. Yawning, he decided he would officially set up his new dictatorial regime tomorrow morning - he needed to get some sleep first.
Murdering so many people made one quite tired.
JR48fan
civplayah (For guessing that I was mafia)
