Deonne Elvin
loved to gamble. Every night he'd visit a bar to grab a drink and play poker, often leaving the place flat broke and drunk. Even so, it was the only place in town where he could escape the gruel of his duties. As much as he liked being employed by the syndicate, he needed a place to blow off steam once in a while. Tonight was another one of those nights for
Deonne
. Contrary to usual,
Elvin
was doing rather well, his earnings only rivalled by the cloaked stranger in the far corner. As players ran out of money and drifted off,
Deonne
went over to the hooded man and invited him to a game. Things went well, and
Elvin
kept on winning. As the game came to a close, the stranger stood up to take his leave. "Congratulations on your winnings here tonight,
Deonne
. However, you will not get to revel in them for long." To the screams of citizens inside the bar and out, he pulled out a hunting rifle and shouldered it easily, pointing the gun at
Elvin
.
Deonne
reached for his gun, but it was too late. "Goodbye,
Deonne
", the stranger said, walking out the door. The pool of blood on the floor spread quickly, following his footsteps as he left the building.
After leaving the bar,
Val Parker
ducked into an alleyway and headed through the maze of streets that lead back to his house. After a short while, he noticed that someone was following him. Parker ducked around a corner, waiting for his stalker to appear. As the footsteps drew near,
Val
jumped out from the building, firing his hunting rifle at the figure before him. Somehow, the stranger dodged sideways, avoiding the bullet. As the man passed under a streetlight,
Parker
noticed the beer bottle in his left hand as he stumbled sideways once again, nearly tripping on the sidewalk. "Oh, it's just you",
Val
laughed, recognizing his stalker. "I didn't expect you to be out and about at this time of night." The man only grumbled, barely coherent in his drunken stupor. "Why don't you head on home, you're bound to hurt yourself in that state."
Parker
reached out a hand to support him, but the man brushed it away angrily. "This is for the humiliation you gave me!" Growling, the beer bottle came up to connect with
Val's
head, knocking him to the ground.
Parker's
gun went skittering down the sidewalk, out of reach for the moment. He shook his head, trying to recover from the blow, but then he felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his chest, followed by several more, until he felt nothing at all. The man stood over
Val's
body, holding the bloody shards of his bottle. "You weren't the first, and you won't be the last. This isn't over yet!" Dropping the bottle in the sewer drain, he stalked off down the street, ducking into the nearest alleyway.
The town of Indecision wakes to another bright morning. It seems that one of the local bars were shot up last night, although the culprit seems to have been killed as well. The bodies of
Deonne Elvin
and
Val Parker
are added to the rest of the casualties, and their houses are searched. In
Deonne's
home, searchers find evidence similar to that which was found in
Zimri's
house yesterday, but the happy note ends when
Val's
home is searched. Even given his violent actions, there is no sign that
Val
was working against the city. It seems that he had decided to take the law into his own hands, seeking out and killing anyone he found suspicious around town. On a brighter note, only those two bodies are found, and everyone else seems to be accounted for.
Lordy
, Deonne Elvin, syndicate goon, rifled Night 2
Yosarian2
, Val Parker, vigilante, bashed and slashed Night 2
Day 2, 20 alive, 9 to lynch!
Note: The Goat replaces NotForsaken
