Town of Sadness (RoyalChaos)

Night Changes

Chilled knew he had just made a horrible decision. He had dig himself into a rut of lies that he couldn't escape. And for what? A serial killer he had only met once in the twenty four years he had been in Salem.

Not only that, too, but Smarty hadn't killed the Medium. At least the lookout was dead, but that wasn't what he asked for. Someone knocked tentatively on the door three times, and then hesitantly entered.

Chilled stood, slamming Smarty against the wall as soon as he entered. He grabbed his mafioso by the collar, pinning him against the wall.

"Listen, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but it isn't going to fly. I am the Godfather, Smarty, and you are my mafioso. You kill who I say, or you get killed. The medium dies tonight, no questions," Chilled growled, narrowing his eyes at the other.

"Chilled, we need to talk about that. The medium, GaLm-"

Chilled interrupted him. "We don't do names. Names make it personal."

"It already is personal. I love GaLm. I won't kill him. End of story."

Smarty shoved Chilled away, running a hand through his hair. Even the Godfather looked a little shocked. "Smarty, come on, let's be reasonable-"

"No, I am being reasonable. I will not kill the man I love. If it's acceptable, I think the investigator, Minx, should go tonight," Smarty scowled.

"No names. It makes it personal," Chilled sighed, running his face.

"Maybe we need to make things personal, Chilled. We're getting too bloodthirsty for no reason. We need to kill threats, not mediums. GaLm is on our side. Maybe we should start by letting the town hang your serial killer buddy, huh?" Smarty accused, pointing at Chilled. "You protected him for no reason! We put ourselves on the line for that guy and he hasn't done crap for us!"

"Ze has done enough! He's got our back if we have his!" Chilled yelled, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Smarty. The mafioso froze, putting his hands up.

"You're not thinking about this, Chilled. Calm down."

Chilled paused, then tucked his gun back into the waistband of his pants. "Don't test me. Get out and kill Minx."

With that, the Godfather walked out the back door to his house, leaving Smarty standing, confused, in Chilled's kitchen.

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Once Smarty could no longer see him, Chilled broke out into a sprint to Ze's house. He knocked repeatedly on the door, and finally the killer opened it, looking tired. When he saw who it was, he quickly yanked him inside.

"You're crazy being here, Chilled. You could get us both killed," Ze scolded, slamming and dead-bolting the door.

"I know, it's dumb, but ... I thought we could talk," Chilled whispered sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Talk? About what?" Ze raised an eyebrow, sitting down on his couch. The man rubbed his temples, pursing his lips.

"Something normal, I don't know. I feel like you get me," The Godfather sighed, staring at his feet.

Ze let that sink in, rubbing his eyes before standing again.

"Go ahead and sit, Chilled. I'll get us something to drink," the serial killer wandered into the kitchen with a small smile.

Chilled hesitantly sat on the couch, looking around. This place was awful cozy for a serial killer. Ze reentered the living room, two glasses and a bottle of whiskey in his hands.

"Alright, Chilled. I guess we're talking. What about? Are we gonna play twenty questions?" Ze smiled playfully, pouring them two glasses.

"What's your real name?"

"Steven. But that stays between us."

Chilled smiled, taking a sip of the whiskey. "Mine's Anthony."

"That's very Italian. Fits you, Mafia," Steven giggled, throwing back his drink.

The two killers laughed the night away, drinking and drinking and drinking. Anthony couldn't believe he was beginning to fall in love with the one he could never kill.