Mob Wars at the Town Hall
Here is my mob wars short story idea for the Fall Formal...feel free to REvise it or tweak it so that it would fit the event, however I do like the outcome of this...
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It was a dark and rainy night in 1926 New York City. A dark haired man in a pinstriped suit was walking in the rain, looking around him cautiously. His fedora was sitting upon his head slightly tilted, small rain drops trickling down it.
As he crossed the street he avoided being hit by cars. It caused him to yell angrily at them and run across the street faster into the Town Hall where the meeting was to be held.
He looked around him cautiously and entered, making sure to close the door softly before heading into the auditorium.
Spotting the mob already waiting for him, he grinned. He knew he had control over his mob and it pleased him.
“Is everybody here?” He asked in a heavily accented voice.
The mob nodded and simultaneously answered. “Yes.”
“Well, well, how’s about we get this over with then? Mugsy hit the lights!” Joe ordered.
Mugsy nodded and rushed to turn on the stage lights, completely unaware of the people sitting in the audience RECording them.
“Now that we are gathered here let’s discuss the money.” Joe continued, stealing a glance and Vinnie who looked particularly scared. “Who has their share? May I remind you of the consequences for not completing their task?” Joe moved his suit jacket aside revealing a Tommy gun.
Big Dom nodded and pulled out a large bag and threw it at Joe who caught it and looked inside. Grinning he pulled out a pack of 100 dollar bills.
“This is what I’m looking for.” Joe happily replied, showing the money to the rest of the mob. “Louis!” Joe turned to Louis who was trembling in fear.
“Y-yes Boss?” Louis stuttered, stepping forward. Joe walked over to him, carrying the moneybag with him.
“Where’s your contribution?” Joe looked menacingly at Louis. Louis glanced and Vinnie and frowned. Joe followed his gaze and called Vinnie over. “Vinnie!”
Vinnie rushed over to Joe, standing next to Louis and avoiding Joe’s gaze.
“Boss?” Vinnie asked, still unwilling to look him in the eye.
“Do you have something to tell me?” Joe asked, revealing his Tommy gun again.
“Uh, no Boss.” Vinnie replied. Joe smacked him across the face, sending him flying to the floor.
“Anyone else want to tell me something? Like maybe, where my money is?” Joe questioned looking at his mob.
“No Boss!” They all responded, carefully reaching behind them and pulling out moneybags. Joe grinned.
“That’s what I thought. Now you two! You know of the consequences!” Joe accusingly pointed at Louis and Vinnie. Louis was helping Vinnie up and they huddled together in fear.
“But Boss, we needed the money. We’ll pay you back we swear!” Louis pleaded.
“I don’t make negotiations.” Joe sneered, pulling out his gun.
“Boss! Boss wait! You have to understand, our families needed the money. I have a wife and kids back home. You understand that right? You have a family. Please Boss!” Vinnie was begging now.
Joe snarled at them, not caring for the excuse they were giving him.
“A deal’s a deal Vinnie. You and Louis failed to come through for me, so you have to deal with the consequences.” Joe stated, all emotion drained from his face and voice.
“Wait no!” A woman screamed from the door. Joe and his mob turned to see who the intruder was.
“Francesca go home! Leave now!” Louis pleaded as his wife made his way over to the gang.
“You can’t hurt him Joe! He didn’t do nothing wrong!” Francesca walked up to Joe and poked him accusingly.
“You need to learn to keep your woman under control Louis. That big mouth of hers is going to get you both hurt.” Joe turned to Louis, ignoring Francesca’s protests.
Francesca smacked Joe across the face and the whole mob gasped. You never hit the Mob Boss. Joe turned furiously to Francesca and grabbed her wrist, hitting her across the face and sending her to the ground.
“That will teach you to mess with me.” Joe angrily told her. “As for you two…” Joe trailed off pointing his gun at them. “…you get to decide who dies first.”
“No!” Francesca shrieked. Joe pointed his gun at her and shot.
“Francesca!” Louis cried. Joe then proceeded to shoot Louis, slowly turning to Vinnie.
“Say goodbye.” Joe whispered and shot him. With three bodies slumped on the floor, blood seeping everywhere, the mobsters looked at Joe with wide-eyes.
“This is what happens when you ignore a direct order. Understand?” Joe questioned his mob. They nodded and looked away fearfully.
Suddenly a loud noise was heard from the exit and audience.
“Put your hands up! You’re under arrest for the murder of these two men, woman, and the numerous amounts of men you have been killing. The rest of you are under arrest for the robberies of numerous banks.” A policeman called from the shadows.
“You have no proof.” Joe snarled, looking around for an escape route.
“We have plenty.” The officer retorted as the lights came on and hundreds of people with strange RECording devices were RECording everything. Joe’s eyes widened in shock and he scowled. Not wanting to go without a fight he shot at the officer. Dodging the bullets, the officer shot back, taking Joe down while ten other officers trailed in and arrested Joe’s mob.
“At least my name will last…” Joe gasped as he slowly fell into unconsciousness.
“Yeah, that’s what you think.” The Officer mumbled as he took Joe’s pulse, finding none he sighed. At least they took down the largest Mob Boss in New York.
“Alright boys, take ‘em to the slammer.” Officer Dominic ordered them.
“Yes sir!”
Officer Dominic watched as the largest Mob was taken into custody. If it weren’t for the help of the audience, he would never have been able to take them down. Turning to the audience he smiled.
“Thank you.”
The audience cheered, RECording every detail. They watched as Officer Dominic walked out of the Town Hall, turning back to take one last look at the crime scene. He shook his head, wishing he could have made it sooner; three lives could have been saved.
Dominic walked out, closing the door behind him, only to find that Joe’s body was gone, the mob had escaped, and all Officer Dominic's men were on the ground bleeding.
“Damn you Joe!” Dominic shouted, his echo filling the streets of late night New York City.
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It was a dark and rainy night in 1926 New York City. A dark haired man in a pinstriped suit was walking in the rain, looking around him cautiously. His fedora was sitting upon his head slightly tilted, small rain drops trickling down it.
As he crossed the street he avoided being hit by cars. It caused him to yell angrily at them and run across the street faster into the Town Hall where the meeting was to be held.
He looked around him cautiously and entered, making sure to close the door softly before heading into the auditorium.
Spotting the mob already waiting for him, he grinned. He knew he had control over his mob and it pleased him.
“Is everybody here?” He asked in a heavily accented voice.
The mob nodded and simultaneously answered. “Yes.”
“Well, well, how’s about we get this over with then? Mugsy hit the lights!” Joe ordered.
Mugsy nodded and rushed to turn on the stage lights, completely unaware of the people sitting in the audience RECording them.
“Now that we are gathered here let’s discuss the money.” Joe continued, stealing a glance and Vinnie who looked particularly scared. “Who has their share? May I remind you of the consequences for not completing their task?” Joe moved his suit jacket aside revealing a Tommy gun.
Big Dom nodded and pulled out a large bag and threw it at Joe who caught it and looked inside. Grinning he pulled out a pack of 100 dollar bills.
“This is what I’m looking for.” Joe happily replied, showing the money to the rest of the mob. “Louis!” Joe turned to Louis who was trembling in fear.
“Y-yes Boss?” Louis stuttered, stepping forward. Joe walked over to him, carrying the moneybag with him.
“Where’s your contribution?” Joe looked menacingly at Louis. Louis glanced and Vinnie and frowned. Joe followed his gaze and called Vinnie over. “Vinnie!”
Vinnie rushed over to Joe, standing next to Louis and avoiding Joe’s gaze.
“Boss?” Vinnie asked, still unwilling to look him in the eye.
“Do you have something to tell me?” Joe asked, revealing his Tommy gun again.
“Uh, no Boss.” Vinnie replied. Joe smacked him across the face, sending him flying to the floor.
“Anyone else want to tell me something? Like maybe, where my money is?” Joe questioned looking at his mob.
“No Boss!” They all responded, carefully reaching behind them and pulling out moneybags. Joe grinned.
“That’s what I thought. Now you two! You know of the consequences!” Joe accusingly pointed at Louis and Vinnie. Louis was helping Vinnie up and they huddled together in fear.
“But Boss, we needed the money. We’ll pay you back we swear!” Louis pleaded.
“I don’t make negotiations.” Joe sneered, pulling out his gun.
“Boss! Boss wait! You have to understand, our families needed the money. I have a wife and kids back home. You understand that right? You have a family. Please Boss!” Vinnie was begging now.
Joe snarled at them, not caring for the excuse they were giving him.
“A deal’s a deal Vinnie. You and Louis failed to come through for me, so you have to deal with the consequences.” Joe stated, all emotion drained from his face and voice.
“Wait no!” A woman screamed from the door. Joe and his mob turned to see who the intruder was.
“Francesca go home! Leave now!” Louis pleaded as his wife made his way over to the gang.
“You can’t hurt him Joe! He didn’t do nothing wrong!” Francesca walked up to Joe and poked him accusingly.
“You need to learn to keep your woman under control Louis. That big mouth of hers is going to get you both hurt.” Joe turned to Louis, ignoring Francesca’s protests.
Francesca smacked Joe across the face and the whole mob gasped. You never hit the Mob Boss. Joe turned furiously to Francesca and grabbed her wrist, hitting her across the face and sending her to the ground.
“That will teach you to mess with me.” Joe angrily told her. “As for you two…” Joe trailed off pointing his gun at them. “…you get to decide who dies first.”
“No!” Francesca shrieked. Joe pointed his gun at her and shot.
“Francesca!” Louis cried. Joe then proceeded to shoot Louis, slowly turning to Vinnie.
“Say goodbye.” Joe whispered and shot him. With three bodies slumped on the floor, blood seeping everywhere, the mobsters looked at Joe with wide-eyes.
“This is what happens when you ignore a direct order. Understand?” Joe questioned his mob. They nodded and looked away fearfully.
Suddenly a loud noise was heard from the exit and audience.
“Put your hands up! You’re under arrest for the murder of these two men, woman, and the numerous amounts of men you have been killing. The rest of you are under arrest for the robberies of numerous banks.” A policeman called from the shadows.
“You have no proof.” Joe snarled, looking around for an escape route.
“We have plenty.” The officer retorted as the lights came on and hundreds of people with strange RECording devices were RECording everything. Joe’s eyes widened in shock and he scowled. Not wanting to go without a fight he shot at the officer. Dodging the bullets, the officer shot back, taking Joe down while ten other officers trailed in and arrested Joe’s mob.
“At least my name will last…” Joe gasped as he slowly fell into unconsciousness.
“Yeah, that’s what you think.” The Officer mumbled as he took Joe’s pulse, finding none he sighed. At least they took down the largest Mob Boss in New York.
“Alright boys, take ‘em to the slammer.” Officer Dominic ordered them.
“Yes sir!”
Officer Dominic watched as the largest Mob was taken into custody. If it weren’t for the help of the audience, he would never have been able to take them down. Turning to the audience he smiled.
“Thank you.”
The audience cheered, RECording every detail. They watched as Officer Dominic walked out of the Town Hall, turning back to take one last look at the crime scene. He shook his head, wishing he could have made it sooner; three lives could have been saved.
Dominic walked out, closing the door behind him, only to find that Joe’s body was gone, the mob had escaped, and all Officer Dominic's men were on the ground bleeding.
“Damn you Joe!” Dominic shouted, his echo filling the streets of late night New York City.
