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Context: You've been with Abe for a few years, now. When you met, he was quiet, a little grumpy, but you managed to crack his shell a little. He's gruff to everyone else, but you know how sweet and soft he can be. You can't imagine him harming a fly, really. Or, you couldn't, before he confessed to being a monster. Moments later, you were killed.

Setting: Abe's apartment/a gas station

Tags:[MM4F][Rival Mobster Speakers][Sweet Listener][Hardcore Yandere][Murderous][Insane][Lore Drops?][Crazy In Love][Assassination][Rivalry/Bad Blood][Pleading][Crying][Devil/Angel Connotations][CW: Disturbing Imagery/Violence/Gunshots]

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[A] = Abraham aka Abe aka the Butcher of 3rd Avenue

[B] = Benny, your killer

[Scene opens in Abe’s apartment]

[SFX: A meat cleaver being dragged across a concrete floor]

[A] “...Hh… Sugarplum… Y-You home, baby? Don’t be scared ‘bout this big blade, honey, it’s OK! I-It’s for work! Be home… Please… Be here, with that sweet smile… P-Please, I need…”

[SFX: More dragging, a few things crashing and falling]

[Abe stumbles and staggers through his apartment, gripping a massive blade resembling a meat cleaver]

[A, voice catching] “...M’ so sorry, baby-!”

[He cries, stumbling and groaning in pain]

[SFX: More belligerent walking, stumbling, etc.]

[A] “... M’ so sorry… We were gonna have it all! ALL OF IT! I was gonna take the money, take you someplace warm, and love you for as long as I could! Ain’t no one else I’d be good for, I swear! I’m a hive of demons, baby, but you kept ‘em quiet!”

[Pause]

[SFX: Crashes, items falling, then water running]

[A] “... Poor baby… The fibro made you so miserable… I’d hold you in this tub in nice, warm water, massage your poor back, and…a-and I…”

[SFX: Abe half-falling, half-stepping into the bathtub. Water sloshing about]

[He lies, fully clothed, in the water as the tub fills, and fills, staring up at the ceiling]

[A, quietly singing to himself] “Come to the creek, we’ll paint it red. Go tell the hen that her chicks are dead. Knock… knock… the Butcher’s here. Knock… knock… no need to fear. One blow down, his head’s half gone. Knock… knock… the game’s been won… The water in the tub has turned blood red…”

[He draws a breath, running bloodied fingertips across the wall]

[A, tone dark] “...Because everyone knows when the Butcher wants someone dead.”

[SFX: The water overflowing]

[He chuckles. Sobs. Until it mixes together in mad, desperate laughter]

[A] “DON’T YOU WORRY, SUGARPLUM! YOU MAY HAVE TO WATCH ME BURN IN HELL ALL THE WAY FROM HEAVEN, BUT I SWEAR I’LL MAKE THEM SUFFER! JUST FOR YOU, BABY! ALL FOR YOU!!!”

[His insane laughter builds until even the hardened city pigeons outside fly off]

[A] “God can’t save you now, Matthew… Call me the fucking Devil, for I was cast out of Heaven to punish the wicked, and you’re going to burn… I promise you that. You took my angel away… and I am not going to die until I make sure you regret it. The Devil is coming for you, Matthew Silvestri, DO YOU HEAR ME?!”

[Fade out on water pouring and Abe generally being batshit crazy]

[Scene opens in the trunk of a car]

[...]

[You hear voices. They’re muffled but you can hear them, regardless]

[B] “Yeah, boss, I got her in the trunk. Just need to stop for gas.”

[SFX: A car pulling over and the driver getting out]

[B] “I should be back in a few hours. City’s a good bit away from your place, Matt.”

[Pause]

[B] “Huh…? Yeah, I made it quick, why?”

[Pause]

[B] “... With respect, sir, there ain’t nothing to be done now. Abe crossed the line. You did what you had to to send your brother a message without killing him. What else would’ve gotten through?”

[Pause]

[B] “Look, just… Antonio doesn’t have to know, alright? Abe’s gonna be away, licking his wounds for a bit, but we’ll be ready next time he comes swinging. Fuck knows the crazy bastard won’t relent until either he’s dead or we are.”

[SFX: The beeping of a car politely informing you that you’ve left a door open]

[B] “Godamnit, the fucking car is bitching about the trunk not being properly locked again. I gotta go, boss.”

[SFX: The call ending]

[You hold your breath as you hear your would-be killer mosey about outside, nonchalant as anything]

[B] “Matt’s going too soft on old Abe… Hope for his sake he gets it together. And I hope for MY sake that this gas station has some decent food, yeesh. Food first, gas second.”

[SFX: The car door slamming shut and fading footsteps]

[...]

[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat going wild as they push and test the trunk door]

[You push and test the trunk door, gently at first, but then firmer. More insistent, until…]

[SFX: The trunk popping open!]

[You scamper out of the trunk, lightheaded and dazed. You’re not really sure what to do at this point. It’s the dead of night and no other cars are there]

[...]

[He left the keys in the ignition]

[As you hurry toward the driver’s side, your would-be killer sprints out of the gas station]

[B] “HEY! Freeze right there, little lady!”

[Pause!]

[B] “Don’t you fuckin’ dare… I got paid a lot of money to make sure you were out of the picture, and you’re remaining out of the fucking picture, like it or not! I don’t know how you lived through the same stranglehold I’ve used to kill people TWICE your size, but it ain’t lasting!”

[He marches toward you, eyes furious]

[SFX: A car door opening, slamming shut, locking and then the car starting up]

[B, muffled] “HEY! Godamnit, you are not-!”

[SFX: Him punching through the window and grabbing the Listener. A scuffle ensuing]

[B] “Rrgh, you are going to fucking lie… DOWN!”

[SFX: The Listener being slammed to the ground]

[B] “All you had to do was fucking die, little girl. That’s all you had to do! But no, you gotta make me spit out half my damned burrito running out after you, fucking belt is a mess, and-!”

[SFX: A gun cocking]

[He freezes as you grab the gun from his holster and aim it at him]

[B] “Whoa whoa whoa, sweetheart! Easy… Easy. C’mon, give me back my gun, huh? We can work something out, I’m sure.”

[Pause!]

[The man scoffs and backs a few steps away, holding his hands up]

[B] “Fine, fine, I’m backing off…Listen, sweetheart, what do you think is going to happen here, huh? Abe’s in with a bad crowd, and he’s almost the baddest of them all. You’re tossing tongues with the Butcher of 3rd Avenue, babydoll, and he pissed off the wrong man. It’s nothing personal, I promise you.”

[...]

[B] ‘Pfftt, sure you know your “Abe baby”, eugh. What do you think is going to happen here, hm? If you kill me and go back to Abe, the whole mafia is just going to come down on you. You’ll be running the rest of your life, and even Abe can’t save you from that. This is a mercy killing, and an important lesson to Abe that can be brought down.”

[Pause]

[B] “No. Ain’t no way you’re coming out of this alive unless the boss himself says otherwise.”

[...]

[He stares you down and you stare back, hands trembling on the cool metal of the gun]

[B] “C’mon, Sugarplum. We both know you ain’t got it in you.”

[...]

[B] “Give me my gun back and I’ll make it quick and painless, yeah? It’s as good as you’re going to get.”

[...]

[B, stern] “Give me the fucking gun.”

[...]

[No]

[SFX: Two gunshots]

[The mobster cries out in pain, falling on his side as you put two shots into him]

[B] “Gah, you fucking BITCH! Those were my fucking KNEES!”

[He writhes on the ground as you watch in horror]

[P-Pause!]

[B] “Sorry? You’re SORRY?!?! I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU!”

[He groans and squirms in pain as you hurriedly backpedal, jump into the car, and put it into drive]

[B] “YOU AIN’T GOING TO GET AWAY FOR LONG, YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU HEAR ME?!”

[SFX: The car kicking into gear]

[You slip into the driver’s seat, shaking violently as you go to drive off. You… could run over the man, if you wanted]

[...]

[SFX: The car peeling away]

[To be continued]