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Red cloth slips off of the Escort's shoulder as she tiptoes through the door. Her silk dress is but a blanket, wrapped around her body like a towel toga. Her bare feet sink in the cream carpet as she peers into his bedroom, windows with sills of glimmering gold, scarlet wallpaper encrusted with polished rubies, down mattresses bursting with feathers—a far cry from the crumbling brick orphanage she grew up in, where ivy crept up the foot of her bed as she slept on a tattered cot. A lone knife sits on his bedside table and a gun is mounted above his head; under it, a plaque proudly declaring 100-0-0. She scoffs and her plump lips upturn. All this wealth and pride, yet not a single penny for the poor who hunch over in their tents, the children wrapped in cold beached uniforms, those huddled around meager fires. Yet her scorn will be gone when he wakes, and he'll find an angel blessed with high cheekbones and ginger hair that cascades down the center of her back. She stands there until he opens his top drawer with a single finger. A dollar slips over its wooden lip and, the remnants of her grudge melting away, she walks to his bed without a hint of apprehension. Tonight it's a Godfather, tomorrow the uptight Mayor, the next the coarse Survivor—money speaks in this town of chaos and the Escort is all too willing to listen. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Moonbird)

Her high heels clicked on the pavement of Salem, her stride confident. A fur coat and fire-red lipstick gave her her trademark look. In the depths of the darkness stood a stranger, a deranged fellow with several stains of red on his shirt. She took caution, and reminded herself of the mace in her purse, then stepped forward. The sway of her hips and her alluring step didn’t get the attention of the lurking man, but she ventured further to tap on his shoulder. “A hundred for a night, Mister Lonelyhearts.” He did not turn to her, the streetlight somewhat illuminating his face; all she could see was a grin that looked like it could curl to his ears.

“It’s a good offer,” she says, trying to act coy; after working as an underling of the Mafia’s very own Godfather for several years, she was talented in the art of seduction. She had learned the ropes a long time ago when a previous Consort taught her; she decided to strip a little in the middle of that very street.

The man soon turned to her, and the wanted poster that she saw earlier flashed through her brain. The psychopathic trademark grin and the stained clothing only led to one thing. Before she could put her skimpy top back on, the Serial Killer she tried to distract whirled and ended her life. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to BonnieMcKee)

Stepping off the Broadway music scene and into an early retirement, the Escort is a beautiful muse that is as distracting as she is crafty. She uses her wily charms to keep even the most hard-working persons at home and distracted. The Escort will go wherever the going is good, whether that be the Mayor's house, the Godfather's or even the house of a man claiming to show her tricks with a knife. (credit to Ace2369)

The Godfather was fuming. The Vigilante had gotten a lucky shot on his Mafioso, and he aimed to get the Vigilante back before he could find the mafia's Framer as well. That fool had revealed himself to the town, like he was expecting a parade in his honour for shooting the Mafioso. He instructed the Framer to frame the Jester, in hopes the town investigative found it and decided to lynch him, thus hurting themselves. The Framer nodded and walked out, while the Godfather prepared the very weapon he'd passed onto the Mafioso before. He would get the Vigilante back for this. Before he can leave however, the lovely Escort finds her way into his home. Completely distracted by her looks, he stops what he was doing while the Escort encourages him to share a drink with her. The Godfather decides a drink wouldn't hurt, and humours her request. As they're almost finished with their drinks however, a shot cracks through the house and hits the Godfather square in the shoulder. The Vigilante was taking another guess. The Escort, startled quickly runs out of the house, yelling that somebody had been shot. The next morning, the Escort reveals to the town that she had kept the Godfather home all night and nobody had died. The proven Vigilante confirms he shot the Godfather, and yet there the Godfather was, still alive. Before the Godfather knows it, he's on trial with confirmed townsfolk designating him as the Godfather. The Escort cheekily blows him a kiss, exclaiming "Better luck next time, sweetie." and it's the last thing the Godfather sees and hears before the rope tightens around his neck and he is hung. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A young performer waiting for her big break to join a theater troupe, The Escort makes sure she's ready for her auditions by practicing nightly in her neighboring town members' houses. She'll pirouette for a Doctor about to make a house call, or twirl for the Vigilante, about to take out his gun. Whoever is entertained by the Escort, they seem to forget their troubles, motives, and strong determination to get their job done for the night. Few in the town can find the strength to ignore the charming performer's smile, but only the man with knives in his backpocket can muster the strength to kill the pestering Escort. (Credit to Anna the Merchant)

The paparazzi was to much for her! After the extreme success of her new song, Big Green Snake, Icky Mirage retired to a small town of 15 in the foothills Oregon. It didn't take long for Icky to realize that this town was more than it seemed. It was most likely the worst town in the United States, and Icky loved it! Just like Detroit, she thought. So in accordance to this, sbe lived her life as if she was back with Troy in Detroit. She searched out the most filthy man in the town. First was the Godfather. She bragged about her prowess at catching bad boys in her web of love. Then, they went and hung him! They thanked her for stopping the deaths from the Mafia menace. Well, Icky needs a new boy. So, she went and found herself and even badder boy, the Arsonist. Again, she wrote a song and sang it on the stage. "My boy Hobbs is the biggest, best liar, Never gave sweat, not even perspired, But give him a match, and boy he'll light you on fire!"

Then, he was dead. Again the town thanked Icky for ending of the Arson threat. Icky sighed. She really couldn't keep a boyfriend. (credit to Soxman223)

Every time men look at her, they'll fell for her beauty and moves. With rosy cheeks and red lips, the dancer seduces everyone that stares at her, even it makes some women getting jealous of her. But, with the Mafia and evildoers on her hometown, she tries her best to help the Town to bring the Salem back to peace, free from the criminals. She got an idea, she can make others getting distracted by her dances, so why not use them for this?She knows that women shouldn't wander alone at night, but she has no choice. Tonight, with her silk dress and her red high heels, she walks gracefully among the streets of Salem. The Escort then stares at one man, she approaches him and seduces him. "Will you care for having a good night with me, my dear?" The man stares in awe at the Escort and shyly replies, "S... Sure!"

Then, after the long night passes, the morning has come and the warm sunshine greets the Town. The Vigilante has found dead after being stabbed by a Serial Killers and the Godfather was executed by the Jailor last night. The Escort thinks to herself, she has distracted the Mafioso that will soon becomes the new Godfather. She has prevented the Mafia killing. The Escort then goes outside and does her duty again, she will definitely do anything to save her beloved Town without any fear, but the only thing that she afraid of is... The cold blade of the Serial Killer. (credit to User:Playful_Trickster_101 Playful Trickster 101)