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Jakob leaned over his laboratory, examining the various chemicals. He smiled as he picked up an empty vial. "Petrify", it was labeled. Soon, very soon, one of the townspeople would suffer a mysterious death, and Jakob would be one step close to world domination. It seemed like such a tiny step in the grand scheme of things, but once he could get rid of this town, this mysterious and mystic town, then he could conquer the world and rule as its ultimate king. Oh, Jakob had so many plans and ambitions for this world...
Jakob picked up another vial, and this time his smile vanished. This vial was not empty; on the contrary, it was filled with a green, noxious looking liquid. Its label read, "Extrajudicial". This vial was intended for Sammy, a townsperson who Jakob was not so keen on dying. If it were up to Jakob, Sammy would be at his side, and they would rule together.
But unfortunately, Sammy would not approve of Jakob's dark schemes. Sammy was an innocent soul, Jakob knew, and his dreams would never be. No, Sammy could not be allowed to live, as much as Jakob's heart told him otherwise. Soon enough, Sammy would find out Jakob's secret, and he would be horrified. Jakob wouldn't be able to live with that. Moreover, Jakob knew that if he allowed Sammy to live for longer, his last experiences in life would be seeing his neighbors and friends die. And although his cohorts preferred to kill with such brutish methods as guns, Jakob would kill the way way he knew best, with poison. It would be better this way, after all. Sammy would die peacefully and painlessly, as he deserved.
Resolved to his evil plans, Jakob took the vial and carefully placed it in his pocket.
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The next day, Jakob was, as usual, sitting and talking with Sammy.
"Can you believe that someone among us is a murderer? And there's talk of our town even containing mafia members. This town was so peaceful, and then suddenly Mads was found dead!" Sammy exclaimed. Jakob hid a smirk at the memory of seeing the light leave Mads's eyes, putting on a concerned expression instead.
"What about Isaac's death? I know he was probably a criminal himself, but it's awfully mysterious... Why would someone kill him?" Jakob said, diverting the direction of the conversation.
"Oh, I know what happened! You see, Katie killed him after finding out his evil nature, but she doesn't want everyone to know, in case there might be some retaliation against her." Sammy explained, not realizing that Jakob already knew exactly what happened. Sammy trusted him so much, Jakob found himself feeling guilty about slipping his poison into Sammy's drink. But just then, Jakob felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"Just a second!" Jakob told Sammy, stepping out into the hallway.
"Jakob, I just found out some critical info on Sammy," came the voice of Marian, one of Jakob's fellow mafia. "I have good reason to believe that Sammy is actually allied with our interests; he isn't working with the town at all!"
"What?!" Jakob shouted, shocked.
"I have no reason to think that this information is wrong; initially my sources told me something else, but then they corrected themselves in such a way that I doubt they're lying." Marian explained. Jakob's gaze immediately shot back into his room, where Sammy was sitting, waiting for him to come back, absentmindedly raising his glass to drink.... Oh no!
Jakob ran back into the room, grabbing the drink out of Sammy's hand and slamming it down onto the table. Sammy looked at him quizzically.
"Sammy, I'm one of the mafia... are you a rogue?" Jakob questioned.
"I'm not sure what you mean. I have special powers, like everyone in this weird town."
"Well, do your special powers involve killing people and being aligned with the mafia?"
"...Maybe."
"Then welcome to the mafia," Jakob said, pulling Sammy into a hug.
"Wow. Wow wow wow," was all Sammy could say. Jakob stroked Sammy's hair, silently thanking the Gods for his luck. He had come so close to losing Sammy, but now Sammy was safe, and Jakob wouldn't let anything happen to him.
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"Kill the murderer!" "Lynch him!" "Filthy scum!" "That's what your kind gets!"
Jakob could only watch helplessly as the crowd roughly handled his Sammy, forcing him up a set of movable wooden stairs. No, they couldn't be doing this... The mob shoved Sammy into place, holding him as a man who looked suspiciously like a large opossum tied a rope around Sammy's neck. They shouldn't be touching Sammy like that, shouldn't be hurting him.
"We shouldn't be lynching anyone!" Jakob shouted. But he couldn't stop them. Jakob couldn't stand in the way of the wrath of the mob. Jakob fell to his knees just as he heard the sickening crack of Sammy's neck as his footing was yanked out from under him. His head in his hands, Jakob almost missed the sound of a very familiar voice.
"Wow, you guys had to do it, didn't you?"
Perhaps Sammy was not quite so dead after all.