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The mobster ran out of the woods as quickly as he could. The Godfather had just given him his orders for their first kill of the night and armed with his gun, he wasn't going to let him down....
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The serial killer had been watching his target for just over an hour. His plan had completely fallen apart. It was all supposed to be so simple - wait until his victim went outside to take out the trash and then strike. Take him down with a swift smack to the head and then commence slicing. But it had all started to unravel as soon as he started spying through the window.
As he lay in the long grass contemplating what to do, his target had turned off the study light and seemed to go upstairs to bed. Making a quick decision, the SK unbuttoned his holdall and selected the 9 inch butcher's knife. Being careful not to make a sound, he moved around the side of the house and tried the handle on the back door. He was in luck as the handle turned and allowed him inside the dark kitchen.
The house was silent as he crept his way through to the study and edged towards the noticeboard he had seen whilst outside. His eye caught the top of the desk which was strewn with a collection of knives similar to his own. He picked up a bread knife and inspected the blade. These were in an even better condition than his own! Placing the blade back where he found it, he turned to face the notice board erected behind the desk. It was covered in an assortment of different newspaper cuttings.
WOMAN'S BODY FOUND WITHOUT FACE
INVESTIGATIONS ON-GOING IN HUNT FOR THE 'FACELESS KILLER'
GRUESOME FIND IN SEARCH FOR MISSING PAPERBOY, 14
He spent a few minutes so lost reading the details of his handiwork of the last few days that he didn't hear the person approach him from behind.
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The mobster arrived at the house breathing loudly. The run from the cabin was longer and more difficult than he expected. He stood hidden in the shadows of a couple of trees in the garden and peered into the window. He wasn't expecting what he saw.
The room was dark but he could make out two figures in the room. One, who was obviously his target, was standing in the doorway, whilst the other was standing facing the wall. The mobster watched as his target slowly picked up a vase from a side cabinet and quietly approach the other man.
Puzzled at what was happening, the mobster pondered what to do. And then he heard the loud crash and a cry of pain. He looked up briefly and then made up his mind, spinning on the spot and running away from the house. He wondered what the Godfather would do to him when he found out that someone had already beaten him to the house.
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The ceramic vase crashed on down the Serial Killer's head with such force that it split into pieces. He didn't see it coming and was knocked forwards into the noticeboard. He lost grip on the butcher's knife in his hand and dropped it as he tumbled to the ground. Dazed and confused, he scrambled across the floor as his attacker approached. Managing to get to his feet, he ran through the study and darted outside through the backdoor of the kitchen.
The townie watched the serial killer make his fast exit and laughed. He looked at the clippings he had collected from the local newspapers and bent down to pick up the butcher's knife the SK had left behind. As he touched the slender blade he felt a tinge of excitement as he realised he had been chosen to die! His fascination with the town's serial killer was intense and the incident tonight had made him want to be like his idol more and more.
He put the knife down on his desk and smiled. The Copycat Killer had been born.
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The Corrupt Mayor had been sitting in the dark corner of the bar for most of the night. The past 24 hours had been hell for him and he needed to release. He needed to get away to drown his sorrow for a bit.
He downed the rest of his pint and muttered to himself. He noticed a man approach his table and looked up. Dressed in tattered clothes, the man was holding a bottle of whiskey and tilted his head to signal if it was ok to sit down.
The Mayor nodded and the mysterious man sat down. As soon as he placed two empty glasses down and poured a couple of fingers, the Mayor had already picked up the glass and drained it. The man laughed and poured another glass.
It was a strange situation which continued for hours, no talking just drinking.
At 6am the sun had started to rise and light was beginning to leak in through the bar's darkened windows. The bar was completely quiet by this point and the mysterious man had disappeared.
The Mayor however was still sat in his corner. Not drinking, but sleeping. His head facedown on the table in a drunken slumber. There would be no buying of votes today.
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What are the chances?! The alliance unknown secret role has now been activated!
The Copycat Killer was once an innocent townie until beginning to become fascinated by the workings of the serial killer. After being visited by the SK, he has now been turned to want to start killing for himself. He is no longer aligned with the town and works on his own. He has also become immune to being killed at night and will show up as "Townie" on police investigations. If selected by the Doctor, he will be healed and become a regular townie again.
The Copycat Killer will win the game if he is the last man standing.
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It is now the **** DAY **** phase.
All townsfolk (including all those with special roles) must now vote for who they think is mafia. Vote by posting in this thread. You are allowed to change your vote as many times as you like by posting a new post. Do not edit your old post.
Person with the most votes by 08:00 UK time on Thursday will be lynched!
The Deputy Mayor's secret vote must be mailed to Mayor #5080 or [email protected].
Happy lynching!