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The Godfather leans back in his chair, a cigar puffing out amongst his accomplices. "So? Any idea who should fall tonight?" The Consigliere speaks up. "The man on 5th Avenue, the one with the limp. He's our Investigator. He's the one we should take out." The Godfather nods his head slowly, and then glances towards the two men sitting on his right. One's hands are scarred, burned by the acid he uses. The other has a revolver strapped to his waste. Both men glance at each other, and then look back towards the Godfather. "Then it's done," the Godfather says, removing the cigar from his mouth and pressing its end into the small portrait of the Investigator. He spends the rest of the night staring over the table of the remaining portraits, when suddenly a knock is heard at his door. He stands up, and covers the portraits and paperwork. He opens the door, and there stands the Sheriff. Known as a well established businessman, he shakes the Sheriff's hand and sends him on his way. He goes back to his chair. Gunshots ring out at 5th Avenue, and a smile spreads across the Godfather's face. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to blackcrow70)

"Let's get to work."

He saw a group of people, outlined against the night sky. Talking, quietly, but with force and conviction in their hushed voices. One, a man in heavy black armor, green glowing goggles and a large shield, another, a beautiful, slim bodied woman, long straight brown hair reaching down to her slender waist. And the final, a man with Medium, short black hair sticking straight up. They were speaking of what to do in the night. The man in armor asking who to blackmail, the woman, discussing in a sweet, seductive voice who to "distract" on this cold night. And the final, looking over at him, simply said "Who we killing, boss?"

"Boss", yes, that was him. A tall middle-aged man, dark short hair slicked back, looking as clean as his tidy black suit and red tie. He smiled slyly, pulling out a thick cigar and shiny metal lighter. Lighting the cigar, he put it in the corner of his mouth, not breaking his smile, and said in a deep, commanding voice, "Anyone who won't submit to us." (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to TheWillAffect)

The Godfather has always been a part of this town. Even in his humble beginnings as an overlooked orphan, when noone payed any attention to him. Growing up on the streets he had an uncharacteristically unassuming and non-threatening nature – he did not believe in threats. But beneath this facade he slowly accumulated a hidden empire and became king of the underworld. After years of clever maneuvering, his grip on this town was stronger than any other member of the community. But the new Mayor and Sherriff were on to his operation, even if they did not suspect him personally. They stirred the townies into a panicked rebellion against the Mafia. However, the Godfather was not so easily subdued. He has been the target of countless attacks over the years and he survived them all. With the help of his trusted Consilgiere he would seek out those town members who did not yield to the Mafia. And if they could not be reasoned with, they could certainly be made to sleep with the fishes... (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to Erzberge)

Stepping from the shadows, only one man can make even the most war hardened Veteran and maniac driven Serial Killer quake in their boots. The Godfather is the head of the criminal organization known as the Mafia. He leads his Family with an iron fist, stamping out anyone that won't submit to his authority. His hands can stay clean thanks to the Mafioso, but that doesn't mean the Godfather is afraid to do his own dirty work. (unregistered contributor)

The Godfather wasn't always a wicked man, for a long time he was a welcome member of the town in his youth. He and the Mayor were playmates in their childhood, but a disagreement lead to a bitter rivalry that exists to this day. The young man (Godfather) was known to be an up and coming town member who was generally loved and respected, and had a very good chance of being elected Mayor of the town. His rival (The Mayor) seethed in anger seeing this, as his campaigns were failing to win over the town members. The Mayor hired the Spy, Investigator and Sheriff to dig up some dirt on him, but they failed to find anything damning. They eventually fabricated damning evidence that horrified and disgusted the town, leading to the banishment of the young man. The young man was angry, betrayed by those he loved and cared for, and promised to get revenge on every single one of them for believing his corrupt rival over him. The Mafia at the time noticed the potential of this young man, and brought him in as a Mafioso to let him use his anger for the gain of the Family. As time went on, the original Godfather became very sick, and with his dying breath, he appointed the young man as the new Godfather because of his talents. Brimming with a sense of darkness in his heart and a lust for revenge, the young man became the new head of the Family, and returned to his home town with his new-found Family backing him to kill those who turned him into a hard-hearted criminal, and more specifically, the corrupt Mayor. (credit to Aurum Nummus)

The Godfather looks up at the Mafioso from his chair, then back at the pictures on the desk. Pictures of their target for the night. No words are exchanged between the two, but the Mafioso already knows what the Godfather wants: Kill this person and make sure they don't squeak a word about the mafia's identity. The Mafioso nods sharply and walks out of the Godfather's house. The Godfather sits back and treats himself to a glass of whiskey. He remembered a time when he was in the Mafioso's shoes, asking the Godfather who was next and being given a target. Now here he was, top of the ladder of organized crime and with his own Mafioso at his command. He looked out to the street. The Mafioso was almost at the target's house, before a woman stopped him, taking his attention. The Godfather scowled. The Escort had found the Mafioso. He got up, opened the front door, and stared out at the two. Across the way, he sees tonight's target open his door and do the same, looking at the Mafioso and the Escort. Then he draws a revolver and a shot rings out. The Godfather watches as his Mafioso is shot dead by the Vigilante, rage building inside him. The Escort spits on the Mafioso's body and walks off, while the Vigilante starts dragging the body into the centre of town. The Godfather steps out, closing the door behind him and sneaks up to the Vigilante, who stares down at the dead Mafioso. The Vigilante is grinning broadly, still unaware of the Godfather's presence who draws his own personal pistol. "The mafia is weakening!" the Vigilante exclaims triumphantly to nobody. The Godfather shakes his head and adds onto the Vigilante's statement, raising his pistol to the Vigilante. "They also pay back instantly." and the Vigilante barely has a chance to turn around before the Godfather pulls the trigger, avenging his Mafioso. As for the Escort? Well when the sun rises and the Vigilante's body is checked, one note is found, covered in the Vigilante's blood: "You're next, my dear." (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

A corrupted Mayor, a King of Hearts who orders executions left and right, the Godfather is something to be feared. He sits in the shadows, so forbidding even his underlings tremble as they report to him. He smiles as the Medium's throat is slit ear to ear, he grins as the Jester is gutted, entrails hung up like grotesque wallpaper. A heavy aura of fear surrounds him; he basks in it, revels in it, the terror of the helpless townspeople is what he aims for. It's why he's chosen to become a master of espionage instead of etiquette. It is far better to be feared than loved, yes? (unregistered contributor)