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Mafia Party!

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The gentle noise of waves drifting to shore and the squawking of seagulls that were normally so prevalent among the hardly busy port of Mafia Town, were now being drowned out by the loud honking of three incoming cargo ships, a rarity, as the small port usually only await one ship per day. The Mafia aboard all looked merry, as they slowly docked the ships and unloaded their cargo, working a lot harder than they normally would. The burly men were even humming a song, which would have been ear grating to others due to them being notoriously off-key, but none of them seemed to be bothered by that as they lifted the heavy crates and brought them over to the marketplace. One Mafia Goon seemed to be confused by the word “Kidney” being on the crate that he was carrying and started to make his way toward the black market with it, only to be stopped by his fellow Mafia. “Fellow Mafia is going the wrong way, we bring crates to marketplace.”

“Label says 'Kidney', we don't need kidney at festival.” Another of the men pointed at the other side of the crate.

“Label reads 'Beans', beans need to be brought to kitchen.” With confusion, the Mafia Goon that carried the rather vexing crate turned the wooden box and held the crate with one hand, scratching his bald head with the other.

“Mafia confused. What is crate containing, bean or kidney?” A more active and impatient goon decided to enforce a simple rule that their boss made up 'When in doubt or confused, simply punch the problem', so he did just that and punched a hole into the top of the crate revealing kidney beans, which resulted in a collective “Oh!” from the confused men.

When the group reached the marketplace, the preparations were well on their way. A few Mafia were standing on very puny-looking stools to hang up garlands, others were preparing a pyramid of wooden barrels for one of the main attractions of the festival, which was adequately yet plainly named 'Mafia Arrival Day', which was held every year in commemoration of the day they overtook what was formerly known as the City of Calcite and Adventure, or simply Calcite City for short. A group of them were straining to put up the golden statue of their leader, they had tied ropes to it, and were trying to make it stand upright. Due to their high strength it was fairly easy for them...but what they had in brawn they certainly lacked in brain, as the statue was now upside down, it's feet in the air.

“What is this?! Can't you do anything right?!” The boss of the Mafia arrived to inspect the preparations and was furious to see that they had somehow flipped his statue-self. “Put it upright, now!” He stomped his foot in anger at the incompetence that he had to deal with every single day, not even the jolly atmosphere or the beautiful, sunny day, brought him into a better mood. The Mafia men hurried to fix their error, when the statue landed on its side with a loud clang, he grit his teeth and let out a screech that made the blood in the bald men's veins run cold.

“Sorry boss, Mafia couldn't read instructions because of other Mafia dropped it in water. Ink got very messy, make everything look like chicken-scratches.” One of them explained, but their boss had none of it. Even if their boss was a lot smaller than the other Mafia, he had glare that was piercing their souls. “Don't glare at Mafia, please, Mafia want to keep soul. Mafia not want to end up like victims of eerie ghost in Subcon.”

The boss of the Mafia raised an eye brow in confusion, not really sure what his subordinate was talking about, but whatever it was seemed to have greatly disturbed not only him, as he could see some of the other Mafia Goons shaking. “Pull yourselves together, men! We won't be afraid of some apparition! I- I mean, we, will soon rule the whole planet!” The smaller man flashed a smile and stood rather proudly, his cockiness almost became his downfall as he barely dodged a huge meat one a bone that came barreling down the road and nearly flattened him on its way. “Concentrate, you morons! You'll ruin the whole festival!”

As the sun started to slowly set in the horizon, the marketplace of Mafia Town was finally ready, the garlands were all in place...albeit a little crooked, the barrels were organized, more or less, some somehow ended up on the floating platforms that none of them had access to, and the statue was placed the right way up this time. The majority of the Goons had decided to relax at the beach, one of them even brought a grill to serve grilled fish and hamburgers, he even managed to only burn himself twice this time! Other Mafia have turned in for the night while others were watching their favorite shows on TV. Everyone was relaxing after the hard day of work, but their leader was still out and about, making sure that faucets were all tightly closed, preventing the lava from flowing. It was the one job that he really didn't trust anyone with but himself, given the track record of his rather intellectually challenged men, it was likely a very smart move on his part.

As soon as the sun started to rise the next day, the normally rather relaxed and more or less easy going Mafia Goons rushed to the marketplace to light the torch on the hand of the statue of the Mafia Boss, which signaled the start of the holiday. The festivities were started off with the first of the three activities, the race! The starting point and end were different each year, but this year, the race would start in the back alleys and go all the way to the beach. The Mafia that were not participating watched their boss make his way to the white line to start off the race. If asked why he never participated, it was due to the fact that he would easily win, no question, so he deemed it unfair to his fellow Mafia. (The slightly smarter members of the Mafia knew however, that it was simply because he hated losing) As there wasn't really a requirement to how the participants needed to get from point A to point B, some found rather unconventional means of transportation. One stuck to the original way, opting to simply run to the goal, while the second was using a meat on the bone that he was balancing on top of, while the finally Mafia Goon was using...a rocket.

The Mafia Boss was nearly flattened once again, when he gave the signal to start, and the meat on the bone nearly crushed him. A 'Sorry, boss!' was heard when the Mafia realized his mistake and heard the growls of frustration that came from the short, red-clothed man. The Rocket Goon apparently had trouble starting his risky vehicle and jumped off of it kicking it once and recoiling as he came to realize that kicking solid steel was quite painful. “Stupid rocket, start!” He yelled at it, to no avail. The burly man scratched his scalp, contemplating what to do, meanwhile, the running Mafia and the balancing Mafia were a quarter and half way to the finish line respectively. “Wait Mafia forgot important item Mafia need fire to start rocket.” He checked all the pockets on his person, even his breast pocket which had a pink handkerchief in it, thankfully for the Rocket Mafia, none of onlookers seemed to have noticed this rather unmanly item. In a moment of brilliance, very uncharacteristic of the bald men, the Rocket Mafia realized that he could get a fire easily from the statue! The way to and from the marketplace took the risk-taker so long, that his competitors were already close to the finish line...one at least. Despite going at a moderate 3km/h (1.86 mph), the exhausted Mafia, that was using his own two legs, was still far ahead of the other that had an issue with getting his unconventional means of transportation past a bridge, as the huge piece of meat was way too big to fit on it.

With a loud bang and a cloud of black smoke that left the audience covered in soot and ashes, the man on the rocket indeed became the fastest man alive, gaining more and more speed as he made his way to the beach. 'Mafia fastest man alive, Mafia easily win race!' were the men's thoughts as he tried to smile while trying not to fall off what was clearly the most Mafia of all vehicles! His smile, however, quickly faded when he dashed way past his goal and out to sea. It was at that moment that he realized that his plan was very flawed.

Some of the Mafia at the beach were in awe, watching the Rocket Mafia get smaller and smaller on the horizon, while some of their fellow Goons were congratulating the Walking Mafia on his victory.

Between the first and second major activity was a time to just relax and enjoy the day, enjoying the island that they had forcefully taken away from the previous inhabitants. Some Goons were relaxing by the fountain in the marketplace, chatting while looking at the sloppily placed decorations. Others took the chance to enjoy some food in form of grilled fish, hotdogs, and steaks that had the face of their beloved leader carved into it. Miraculously, not a single man died of food poisoning that day.

The second contest of the day was the barrel throw. It was held on the marketplace and used the barrels from the pyramid they had prepared the day prior. The Goons from the casino had opened a stall, where the Mafia in the audience could place bets on their favored contestant. When the first contestant grabbed a barrel and barely managed to lift it, the audience erupted in laughter. “Come on, son, make Mafia proud!” One of the men shouted from the sidelines, trying to cheer the young Mafia on, before turning his head to the person next to him. “Mafia know son is too weak to win, never strong enough to punch even old lady, but Mafia is trying to be good father. Mafia told son that he has chance to succeed, but Mafia know son never succeeds, son must learn lesson, builds character.”

The young Mafia threw the barrel as far as he could...but only managed to toss the heavy wooden object a meter. (3.3 feet) far. He sighed and hung his head as he walked off, feeling like he had failed his father. Nobody doubted for a second that the second contestant, an average looking Mafia Goon, would easily throw the barrel further. He likely would have done so...if the general clumsiness, inherent to most Mafia, hadn't caused him to trip and drop the barrel right on his foot, which resulted in everyone breaking out into hysterical laughter yet again. A very muscular Mafia Goon, with a comically large torso and in comparison very stubby legs, had easily garnered the favor of everyone present, even the Mafia Boss had placed his bet on the man. He lifted the barrel as easily as one would pick up a small pebble, and readied himself to throw it way out of bounds of the contest. Victory was far from his grasp, however, when a flock of seagulls decided that it was payback time for one of their brethren, that the muscular Mafia had punched for trying to get a fish for their kid. He flailed around as the vindictive birds swarmed him and bit him, causing him to drop the barrel behind him, netting him negative points.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, in utter disbelief of what had just happened, until one burst out in laughter and the others joined...aside from their boss, who was raging and stomped on his hat repeatedly, because he had lost the bet. To his surprise, and even more so to the surprise of his father, the young Mafia was deemed the winner.

As the sun was starting to set, the arm wrestling contest started and Mafia Boss was once again the referee, which caused a lot of nervousness for the participants who were more afraid of his sharp gaze, rather than the brute strength of their opposition. In the end, nobody won as the Mafia started to flee after seeing a slimy space alien that crashed the party.

The alien repeated “Leave the island, or I'll curse you all!” multiple times as it attacked the Mafia, jumping on their heads while snickering. The only one who seemed mostly unfazed was their leader, who chased the alien away with his daggers after scolding his goons for running away in fear from a small and wimpy-looking mud monster. After that small foe was vanquished, the festivities resumed with just a little unease still present, it was visible the most in the Mafia that were lighting the rockets for the fireworks, who burned themselves on the fuse of the rockets each time they were lighting it.

“Alright, men, listen up!” The boss of the Mafia climbed onto a crate to give a speech like every year, his voice reaching even the Goofy Mafia that had been thinking about alien conspiracies up until that point and had been stuck in his thoughts. “It marks three years now since we made this island our new home. Thanks to the continues efforts of ME...and you, we're close to finishing up the improvements necessary to bring our families over here!” The goons cheered after that message.

“Mafia finally be able to see wife again, Mafia missed being nagged at for forgetting to take out trash.” One Mafia wiped away a tear and was consoled by the one next to him, who put a hand on his shoulder.

The boss rose his fist to the air. “Let's work hard on reaching that goal, no slacking this year!” Most Mafia cheered aside from one in the back.

“Mafia wasn't slacking, Mafia was working hard on repairing building while Boss was sleeping on throne.” Thankfully for that Mafia Goon, his boss didn't hear him.

All in all the festival was a big success and once again served it's purpose, bringing the Mafia together, even if it usually resulted in monumental chaos.

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crescentblossom66 · 28 days

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Bond of the Beasts Chapter 14

TW: DEATH, BLOOD, GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE!

Everything was a blur, smoke and exhaustion clouded his vision only made worse by a cloudy night. To his left he heard a woman scream in pain, on his right he heard a young boy cry for his parents. He tightened his hold on his girlfriend's arm, dragging the woman with him toward the shoreline. His heartbeat pounded in his head and his breath came in short ragged bursts, it felt like his throat was on fire. Due to his heightened senses, thanks to the adrenaline, he heard the sounds of something quadrupedal charging at him, and managed to point his rifle at the wereleopard that was about to jump on him and tear his throat to shreds. The woman at his side shrieked and her finger nails dug into the skin on his arm even through his red coat, yet he hardly noticed her tight hold. With one well-aimed shot the half human half leopard landed in the dirt and mud, the momentum still making him slide all the way to the distressed couple.

Riccardo had his eyes set on the harbor, the only place that he thought was safe. An old wooden house behind them had caught fire, blowing smoke their way and obscuring them from the sights of the ferocious and agitated werebeasts. Again the scream and crying of a young boy pierced clean through sounds of the battle that was raging on around them. Riccardo stayed firm, biting back the itch to check on that boy, his priority was keeping his loved one safe. He suddenly felt resistance as she stopped and her gaze fell on the burning building. “We have to help!” The determination in her eyes and the firmness made him realizes that she wouldn't budge on this, much to his dismay. He nevertheless tried to reason with her, this was extremely dangerous.

“There's too many of them! Trust me, I'd like to help, but...-” He gave her a look of concern and regret which shattered against her steely resolve.

“No buts! Look at this!” She turned her head back to the center of the village. A werewolf was attacking a woman, tearing on her arm, causing her to scream in pain and horror as she tried to hit the half wolf woman with a frying pan, which appeared utterly ineffective as the frenzied creature went for her throat next. A bit further down the road, a man, one of the men that Riccardo regularly went fishing with each day, was badly wounded and was using his last strength to protect his daughter and wife against three wereleopards that he barely managed to keep at bay with his old spear.

He couldn't take his eyes off the terrifying carnage that was unfolding all around him, his mind was screaming at him to look away, but it was like a car accident, he couldn't, even though he tried. All he could think about was why, why did this happen? For a moment he thought that he was the cause, that he must have angered a higher being by cursing his boring life here in this rural village. This wasn't what he wanted, this wasn't what he had wished for! He had heard stories about were-creatures, that they were half human half animal, a grotesque cursed being that only knew one thing, and that was how to hunt, to hurt...to kill. He had assumed that these stories were fairy tales, stories conjured up from an imaginative mind, but now that he was seeing them in reality, they were even more terrifying and abominable than he imagined them to be.

A pull on his arm brought him back to reality and he nearly stumbled. He hated to admit to it, but he felt a surge of fear as they approached the burning building where the shriek of terror had come from. He pushed his girlfriend behind him and hesitantly opened the door and had to immediately cough as a cloud of smoke hit him. The flames had claimed most of the furniture and were spreading to the wall. The source of the fire seemed to have been a burning log coming from the fireplace, which was maybe used for defense against the assailants. The singed feathers that were still smoldering on the ground made it clear that the attacker was likely half human half avian and sure enough, when he slowly pushed his way through the house, he could hear the sounds of something big scratching at wood followed by an incredibly low pitched hoot. Upon entering the backrooms, he spotted the imposing were beast. A huge wereowl, at least 3 meters tall (9'10 feet), it's feathers gray and large, likely a Great-Gray. Owl wereowl, was clawing and kicking his way through an already pretty puny and dilapidated door. The screaming had mellowed down to a quiet sobbing and crying. A strained and quiet whisper for aid was nearly completely drowned out by the wood creaking and tearing as the door cracked in the center.

Riccardo pointed his rifle at the beast, hoping to catch his enemy off guard and dispatch of the werebeast swiftly, but he had underestimated the exceptional hearing of an owl and the head of the man-owl shifted 180°, meeting his blue eyes with his yellow piercing ones. For a moment there was silence as this nightmare of creature stared Riccardo down, scrutinizing him, before charging at him. Just before the razor sharp claws that had replaced the fingers of the partly shifted man could tear open his chest, he managed to fire a bullet which caused the wereowl to stop and clutch his wing in pain. For a split second Riccardo could have sworn to see a flicker of humanity in the piercing eyes of his enemy, which was causing him to hesitate, but just as quickly as it had appeared it was gone once more. The little hesitation, the few seconds he had spent feeling a bit of pity for the man was something he regretted all his life up until now. What followed was a blur to him, but one thing he clearly recalled, as the huge owl man easily picked him up by his throat and tossed him out the window after his girlfriend had picked up the burning log and swung it at the were beast, causing the feathers on the arm of the owl man to burn. It was the fear in her eyes followed by the sheer amount of pain as the werebeast's sharp claws tore his lover's throat that was haunting him to this very day. He landed in jasmine bush which turned out to be his savior, as the fragrant blossoms masked his scent.

For how long he was unconscious for, he didn't know, when he woke up it was bright daylight. His whole body ached terribly, he could have sworn that he had bruised a rib or outright fractured it. The smell of smoke was still filling the air as Riccardo forced himself to his feet and out of the bush. It took him a moment to recall what had happened as his mind was still in a daze, but as soon as he did, he bolted over to the house that was now nothing more than burned planks of wood. The only thing still standing tall being the stone chimney. He was screaming the name 'Maria' over and over, but the woman of that name never answered him, as he dug through the debris with his bare hands, praying for a miracle that deep down he knew wasn't possible. His vision got more and more blurry and drops fell onto the wood, his own tears.

Riccardo's sorrowful wails were interrupted by a scream for help that somehow managed to pierce through his own thoughts. He pulled himself together, relying on the last bit of mental strength he had and followed the source of the plea. A man, one that had been fishing alongside him for several years now, was buried under the rubble of a broken stand, the fish that were normally sold on said stand had long been eaten by the were-creatures. “Help, foot stuck under heavy piece of wood!” The man tried to pry his leg free with one arm as the other was pinned down by the metal sign of the stand. It took Riccardo a bit of effort, but he managed to free the arm of the man, and after that, their combined strength was enough to free the leg as well. “Thanks, small man!”

Normally he would have growled and taken offense to being labeled as small, but he simply lacked the energy to care, he didn't even know why he cared about saving the man in the first place. He felt empty, simply empty, like his life had lost all meaning. If he died right now, he wouldn't care about that either. The other man grabbed his shoulder and pointed at a house in the distance. “Fisherman heard a creaking from over there, maybe fishermen should investigate.” He sighed at how simple minded the men in this village were, truly simpletons, yet...he envied them at this moment. As he continued to pull more and more people out of the debris, he realized that none of them seemed to feel nearly as empty, they appeared joyful whenever someone was saved. They even smiled, something he currently felt he was utterly incapable of.

“Small man doesn't seem happy that people are saved. Why is fellow fishermen unhappy?” One of the man he pulled out of the debris asked him after he punched the shoulder of his friend making it crack audibly. All the other men in the village were tall and strong, yet unintelligent. Riccardo nearly found his laughter again at the stupid question. How could they be so cheery and upbeat after half the village died, after they had lost so many people? It was baffling.

He shook his head. “How can you all be so happy and carefree? Your friends and loved ones died!” The other men stopped cheering and slowly their facial expressions matched his. The short happiness brought about by finding friends and family that they had believed to be dead had vanished. “Those creatures attacked us out of nowhere and destroyed our village, destroyed our homes and you stand here and smile like idiots!” He was livid clenching his fists and gritting his teeth at them. He knew he was right, they knew that he was right. While his irritation and anger for the other men lessened after seeing the realization in the eyes of them, the anger the men had for the were-creatures that raided their village slowly grew.

The rage seemed to have taken over one fisherman, the punch he gave the wall of what was once his house caused the remainder of the unsteady building to collapse, making the others jump in shock. “Small man is right, fishermen can't let evil werebeast get away with this!” The others nodded.

“And we won't! I certainly won't at least-” Riccardo caught the attention of the small group of survivors, the aura of sheer determination and hatred nearly caused them to shiver. “I will not rest until I have the head of every werebeast I come across! Those abominable creatures have picked the wrong man to pick a fight with!-” He bit back a sob and pushed away his tears. “-I'll avenge the people that died here today no matter how long it takes!”

The crowd cheered, “Fishermen will help small man! From now on fishermen will not be fishermen, now fishermen will be hunters! Hunters who prey on werebeasts!”

Riccardo hadn't anticipated that the other survivors would join him on his quest for vengeance, but he wouldn't complain. More eyes and ears to find werebeasts with “From today onward the villagers of Trota will strike fear into the heart and soul of any were-creature that has the misfortune of crossing our path! For Trota!”

“FOR TROTA!”

“...for Maria”

“Boss! Hey, Boss!!! BOSS!!!” The boss of the hunters nearly jumped and tripped over a stick as one of his men slapped his back, he was probably attempting to do so lightly, but failed utterly. The shorter man was torn out of his memories violently and the broken village that he had recalled so clearly had vanished and was replaced with a dense forest.

“Brainless idiot! Not only did you almost make me fall, you also alerted any enemy in the nearby vicinity!” He growled and glared at the careless hunter who averted his gaze from his like a child that was unable to meet the eyes of their parent after they had done something wrong. He shook his head in disbelief at the hunters that were following behind him like they were on some kind of hiking trip. He stopped in his tracks, causing the men behind him to walk into each other. He spun on his heel looking over the group for a moment before he facepalmed. “Didn't I tell you to spread out and search? This is NOT spreading out!”

The hunters hurriedly started to run in all directions, afraid of the wrath of their boss. By the way they were running around, most magical creatures could hear them from miles away and alert friends and family or flee. It was like working with bumbling, thoughtless morons...yet he still cared for those morons. They may be incredibly dumb, but they were the closest thing he had to family. That and Maria always found the men in the village endearing and funny mainly BECAUSE they were so dumb.

He could recall the day one of the men had caught his own foot in his fishing line and had fallen into the water as he tried to cast out the line. He had cringed at the sheer stupidity, but Maria chuckled before asking him to help the poor man. Another time, one of the men had tried to fix his roof, however, he never made any progress, hitting his own thumb that he had used to hold the nail in place at the top. His favorite was when a traveling merchant came through and sold half the village golden apples, claiming that they were super rare. Riccardo new that they were simply dyed that color and were otherwise just regular apples, yet the other didn't catch on and bought all the apples until the vendor was out of stock.

Riccardo nearly lost focus again, as all those memories came back for some reason and the short man couldn't hide the sorrow they brought him. He had been happy, it took him too long to realize this. Maybe the saying was right, you only realize the true value of something when you lose it, and he had lost everything. The sorrow on his face made place for an angry scowl. He'd find them, all of them!

Every single werebeast, young or old would learn what it meant to suffer like he had, would learn to know what it means to lose their home, their loved ones, and last but not least, their miserable lives!

Once again he was torn out of his own thoughts, but this time it wasn't for a negative reason. “Boss, we found boar, a dead boar with bite marks from young werewolf!” It appeared the long days he explained to the Hunters what distinguished a normal human bite from that of a werecreature, may not have been for nothing. He couldn't help but smirk when he laid eyes on the dead animal, four deep punctures from the canines, but the rest of the bite wound the boar sported were reminiscent of a bite one would receive from a child's set of teeth. The damage was done by a werewolf, a young one at that. They were on the right track. “Well done boys! Good find!”

That boar looked fresh still, dead for at most a day. The werebeast could still be in the area, they just needed to keep their eyes and ears open. Not long and he could sent another one of those abominations to meet their maker.

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