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With the death of Capone and the last of his men the town thought they were free; no longer would they have to fear the dark places, no longer would they have to worry where they drank! The irishman didn't like it, with the Chicago Outfit gone the town would have more time to focus on his defects. He wondered if they knew who he was, who he really was deep at heart. He so wished that he could be like everyone else, but his soul was afire with the lust for blood.
Torqez was standing at the bar of a speak eazy chatting up one of the local girls. For once he seemed to have some game, and this lovely lass Primo was going to come home with him. Torqez realised that Primo was most likely a man, but hey, with his batting average it didn't matter; at least it was a score. As Torqez walked along hand in hand with Primo he didn't notice the shadow walking up behind him. The irishman pulled a stiletto blade from inside his shirt sleeve. He stabbed Torqez once through the chest, then ducked off into the shadows. Torqez grabbed at his back where he thought he had been struck, but couldn't find anything. He collapsed to the ground, asking Primo to go back into the speak eazy and find someone to help.
As Primo left the irishman came out and looked Torqez in the eyes. Torqez stared up at the irishman, terrified. Suddenly the irishman struck, skewering both of Torqez eyes with the stiletto. Torqez screamed in agony, and while he was distracted the irishman stabbed him through the jugular, enjoying the spray of blood through the air. The irishman left Torqez, the loyal townie, to bleed to death slowly in the gutter, rueing the fact that he would never make hairy man love to Primo.
Meanwhile, the doctor was feeling fairly good about themselves, having sucesfully saved Torqez the night before. He was sitting at the bar of a speak eazy drinking when he saw a confused looking irishman out of the corner of his eye. He invited the confused townie over to him. Over a few drinks the doctor discovered that this confused townie had a few issues. It reminded him of a case of a serial killer he had read about in a psych journal whilst studying at university. He knew just what to do. He took the confused townie home, where he established that while the confused townie had some homicidal thoughts he had yet to act on them, he was truly an innocent. He gave the confused townie some pills that would help him. No longer would this confused townie (special role) face any uncertainty, he would forever be a townie.
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