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The man grew up in the town as an average kid with an average childhood and an average education. The same monotonous routine of his daily life was simple day after day until he decided on a goal to finally strive for. He decided to become a private Investigator like on the detective shows his parents would occasionally watch. In his young adult years he had followed around a man he revered as the best Investigator in town who had subdued numerous criminals and psychopaths in his career. By following the Investigator, he slowly built up a well of knowledge in how to properly find information and people's secrets. The man rose to the top in popularity as an outstanding detective resolving many cases over his young adult career. At the age of 31, he chose to test himself by attempting to investigate the man he had previously worshiped as his inspiration only to discover the dirty truth. "I just couldn't believe any of it; the lies that created the very foundation of this town, it was all just so... despicable. It had all been covered up. The Sheriff, Jailor, and even the Mayor had all hidden what this Investigator had did in order to protect the so-called justice of this filthy place." He then turned to the only people in the town who probably knew this truth alongside him: the people revered as pure evil, the Mafia. With his expertise in the field of investigation, he tracked down the Godfather and asked him one simple request, "Help me destroy this town." (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to CerealSpiller)

The Godfather's right hand man, who can gather dirt better than the Investigator himself. Once an Investigator himself, the law was too muddy for him. Either they were the best for them, or the worst, not to mention the pay was awful. But when he joined the Mafia, it all became much clearer. They were either with us or against us, clear cut and dry, not to mention the pay and the connections. When he was an Investigator, it was all jokes about how he couldn't tell an Arsonist from a Transporter, but not now. He commands respect wherever he goes, and no one dare disrespect him. If they did the Mafia would soon have their number, and nothing good comes from that. The Mafia's own private eye, along with his brother the Blackmailer, both could get the dirt and could silence a target... forever. An Investigator gone wrong, an integral part of a good Mafia team. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to williamthered)

My master, the Godfather, had suspicions about someone Spying on the Mafia's conversations. As the Consigliere, the stealthiest and most intelligent of the Mafia, the Godfather ordered me to investigate. That night, I went to one of the suspects' houses and watched his every move. I learned from his actions that he was a Bodyguard. However, the next evening, he was having a conversation with another man. I overheard their talk and realized that the other man was feeding the Bodyguard the Mafia's plans! I knew immediately that he was the Spy, so I went back to the Mafia to report my information and, to my surprise, found the Godfather lying motionless on the ground. The Mafia was harmless without the Godfather, so I took his gun and became a makeshift Mafioso. I shot the Spy the next night, and the Mafia's secrets remained classified. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to AlexK864)

The Investigator clenched his fists as he stalks away from the Town, furious that nobody believed his claims. Nobody ever listens to him! He slammed the door of his house, only to be greeted by the whole mafia. Tired and upset, he crosses his arms and stares at the Godfather. "Are you here to kill me?" He huffs, not even caring if he had died tonight. The Godfather's chilling smile pierced through his skin. "No...You see, not everyone appreciates your skill to notice the fine, intricate details as an Investigator. Why not put your skills to actual use, and come be a Consigliere?" The Investigator's frown reversed. "You mean it?" The former Consigliere stepped forward and placed his files into the new Consigliere's hands. "The Godfather never lies." He joked, before turning away and leaving the mysteries to the Consigliere. (credit to FlamingCatzIce)

As a high-level and blacklisted member of the FBI, the Consigliere uses his power of deduction to find out the role of a particular person. The Mafia (being as resourceful as they are) have paid off a detective of the town to conceal and withhold valuable information revealing it only to the mafia. With the mafia's resources and the detective's unnatural ability to evaluate minor details and form it into a solid deduction about the role of the individual, the detective is forged into the Consigliere of the mafia. Having free will of who he decides to investigate, the mafia still have him on a tight leash. You see, when one becomes a part of the mafia, there is no going back. That is, if you value your family... (unregistered contributors)

A lone man in a large leather jacket and a fedora that conceals his face silently prowls the night. He tips his hat to a Doctor that is visiting another house in preperation for an attacker. He approaches a nearby house and carefully peers through the window. Noticing no one is home, he gets out a lockpick and silently opens the door, slinking his way through the house hiding behind furniture and walls. He then notices a small trapdoor leading down to a basement, with shouting and banter inside. He climbs down the ladder into an underground jail and sees the town Jailor about to execute the Serial Killer responsible for the death of the Mafia's Consort and the town Mayor. He makes his way back to the Godfather with his new-found information. The Jailor will not make it through the night. (credit to Squiddington)

A private investigator works for the worlds largest and best crime investigation group. The best of the best of the group is tasked with finding who has been killing off the town members. He stumbles upon who he thinks is the Godfather of the mafia. The Godfather knows that by now the man would have found out by now. Wanting only the best of the best he forces the investigator to join the mafia for the ultimate form of protection. The investigator, being as good as he is at his job, quickly rises through the ranks by pointing out the arsonist, sheriff, and jailor. The Godfather then grants the investigator the title of 'Consigliere' for outing the identity of the mafia's most dangerous foes. (unregistered contributor)

Every night after the meeting with the mafia, the Consigliere silenty stalks his victim, eerily watching behind a tree or a bush, ready to jot down important details as the victim can't help but feel as if being prey. At the end of the night, the consigliere has finally figured out the role of the said person, which discussed with the mafia, and often leads to the victim's demise. (unregistered contributor)

A former Investigator gone corrupt, the Consigliere gets information in any way possible to discover a person's role. He returns to the mafia after discovering who the Jailor really is, and smiles when he watches the Godfather slit his throat. He investigates more people, one by one, until the mafia have succeeded in their duties and killed anyone who would not submit. (credit to Verdamuso)

Graduating the top of his forensics school, the man who would become the Consigliere became renowned and admired for his impeccable skill. Unlike his classmates, the Consigliere's next-level deduction and original methods allowed him to learn everything about his quarry in a single night. Jealous of his classmate's success, the Investigator used his own skills to dig up the Consigliere's darkest secret, his relationship to the criminal underground. Being denounced and shamed by all who once adored him, the Consigliere now knew his purpose in his shattered life, to bring ruin to the investigator, the Town, and all who opposed his newly-embraced Family. (unregistered contributor)

The Consigliere rifled through file after file on his target, learning everything he could about the person's identity. Being able to get past any barrier that withheld information on his target, he dug deeper and deeper that night. Finally, he found something of significant interest. An old archived FBI file of his target, including his position at the bureau as well as the details of said position. There was no two ways about it. His target was a Bodyguard! Not only that, but one who had most likely been protecting the Doctor and Investigator. He quickly packed up all the information he had now and stored it in his pocket for safe-keeping. The next morning, as the town gathered around to talk about the latest deaths that day - the Jailor and the Lookout - the Consigliere looked to his immediate right where the Godfather stood, leaned closer and whispered in his ear: "The person I checked last night is a Bodyguard." and then the Consigliere stepped away again. The Godfather showed little reaction, not even looking to the Consigliere, but he gave a very slow nod, indicating he had heard and understood the information. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

He looked down at the Doctor from the edge of his nose. "What do you do in this town?" He muttered malevolently. "Err... I... I'm a Lookout, you see..." He just let loose his role. The Consigliere picked up a skull on top of a set of drawers. "Oh... It's... Fake." The "Lookout" stuttered. "Fake, yes. Well, you seem to be in order. Good bye, and good luck." He slinked out of the house. The Lookout gulped. The Consigliere met up with The Godfather. "He's very frightened of me. He's a Lookout." The Godfather nodded. "Mafioso! Here!" The Godfather turned his head towards the lookouts house. "End him." The Mafioso nodded. (credit to Runtoastrun)

"P-Please!", begged the blindfolded man, struggling against the chair his wrists and ankles were bound to. "Please, I'm not looking for any trouble, I'll tell you anything you want!". The Consigliere flicked his lighter, holding the rusty old switchblade in the flames. He had been very careful not to give away his identity, but he made sure his captive had seen the knife.

"Shame. You've found it."

"Please!", the man begged again. "I-I'm nobody important, please let me go! I just want to live!"

The Consigliere snickered a little to himself, holding the knife an inch from his throat, so he could feel the heat from it. "I'm a very busy man, and I'm sure you are, too. I'd go so far as to say I know you're very, *very* busy". He tutted a little. "Don't you know there have been murders in this town? Someone who 'just wants to live' wouldn't risk going out at night as much as you do, would they? Nor would they have such an impressive collection of surgical equipment in their home. Would they?"

He put the knife to one side for now, opting instead for a pair of pliers. He took a hold of one of the man's fingers. "I'd suggest telling me everything I want to hear, or I might have to get... Unpleasant." (Credit TehMorganator (talk))

An ex-FBI Investigator, the Consigliere knew firsthand that nothing was as freeing as a life of crime. No more reading a person their rights, no more “shoot to injure”, and he could do whatever he wanted, no warrant necessary. The Consigliere walked across the way to his target’s house and pressed himself against the wall of the small shack, watching as the man left to perform their nightly duty before slipping into their house.

Walking into the house, the first thing he noticed was a large collection of documents sitting on a desk. Rifling through them, he realized that each one was a journal entry lamenting the deaths of the town and showing a thirst to defend the townsfolk who yet lived. So this person wants to protect the town, eh? the Consigliere thought, wryly. He chuckled; realizing that that would be as far as an Investigator would be allowed to go without a warrant to search the house. See what shackles the righteous have? The Consigliere snickered to himself as he dug through drawers. Fortunately for him, the Godfather wanted nothing more than results, however he found them. The Consigliere smiled a wicked, satisfied smile. There, in the bottom drawer was a well-worn set of handcuffs, a revolver, and a single overlarge skeleton key. Well, well, well the Consigliere snickered, closing the drawer and turning to go. He recognized that key; he had seen it two nights ago from a frigid jail cell. He remembered the feel of the shackles around his wrists, and it was all he could do not to let out a chilling laugh as he walked out the door. He had found the Jailor. And tomorrow morning, the Town would find the Jailor’s corpse. His family would make sure of that. (Credit to HookshotHotshot)