Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-26234016-20161128150405

A mask hides emotions. A mask keeps away the crowd. A mask is another person, tailor-made for you. That's what he loved about acting. You were a different person under the mask, and he hated himself. But all the people that he could be... With their flaws and perfections... That was the mask.

A serial killer was ravaging the town. The mayor had done nothing before he croaked. The investigator was wrong every time. And the sheriff's attempts at righteousness were laughable.

There was work needed to be done. So he walked to the house of the godfather, mask in hand, with a deal. To rid the town of the serial killer, he would have to do some wrong. But his family needed protecting. He needed a crowd to perform to. With the serial killer, the status quo had been thrown into a ditch and ripped into pieces.

"Please," he began tentatively. "I want to rid this town of the killers that reside in it. I need to do something while everyone else is sitting on their thumbs! Your methods may be extreme, but you get the job done. Please..."

"Normally, Id decline your offer," the godfather began. "But we've lost a valued member of our group and a replacement was needed. What can you bring to the table?"

"Well... I can..." He was at a loss for words. What could he do? Then he knew. "I can be someone else. The most trusted member of the town- I could be them. I can take someone's place, turn the town inside out... I just need a couple of tools."

This interested the godfather. But how to know if this person would stay true to his word?

"Now then, sir. You're an actor by trade, and wealthy, correct?"

"Yessir."

"You have a wife? A son?"

"Yessir."

"I'd like you... To take your wife's place."

"WHAT?"

"You wish to help my family. Your wife is a known spy. We don't have all day." The godfather casually cocked his revolver.

"I..."

"You're thinking of changing your mind? But sir..." The godfather fired, the bullet taking off some of the actor's ear.

The actor clamped his hand to his ear to stop the bleeding. He looked up at the godfather and solemnly nodded.

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''OUR ACTOR OF THE TOWN WAS SHOT LAST NIGHT, BY THE MAFIA. WE WISH HIS FAMILY OUR BEST''

The actor's wife sobbed furiously. Then she looked up, fury in her eyes.

"THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTED THE ACTOR DEAD IS THAT LOOKOUT! OR SHOULD I SAY... FORGER?" Her words were compelling as they were ear-splitting. As the lookout was burned at the stake, a couple people wondered why the wife's voice was a tone lower.