Almost Got Away with It, Almost

It takes a special kind of asshole to take vengeance for someone you hardly know for a crime they were probably completely guilty of and deserving of punishment for. But I am that asshole. I just can't let someone win. Its not in my genes. I just don't like when someone who is bad and should feel bad, gets away with something. Call me crazy, it just bugs. I realize of course saying this after I've admitted to killing people to establish my cred as a mob boss doesn't come across as particularly fair, but what can I say people who kill people get to make the rules for how they are judged (mostly stupid court system not understanding the Lorentino rule!) Also I just couldn't truck with someone getting away with something. It seems like the universe should punish you for trying to get away with an obvious thing (ignore again all the times I get away with things, the universe loves me to suffer so it lets me do things from time to time). So with all that in mind, this is how I arrived at the house of the police commissioner in town shortly after faking my own death.

I benefited of course by everyone in town at Leland's house fire. I mean you can't shoot at your own house, have it be burned down, and not get authorities up in your grill about it (officially it was listed as a party gone wrong, I kid you not). The commissioner was alone, no family, no friends, just an old man in a pretty house living out the rest of his days alone, in a way killing him was a mercy. Or at least that's what I told myself. For his part he seemed to be expecting me.

"Was wondering when you'd come calling." He had a pistol on me, which was smart, he didn't shoot me when I came in the door which was not smart. I blew up the pistol with a wave of my hand and he crumpled to the ground blood leaking out of the shredded stump.

"You can't do what you do and expect to live, you can't arrange a mob war and expect no one would get hurt, I got hurt and I wasn't involved at all." He was done, I just left at that point, he screamed and I didn't care. In a way it was a nice irony a weapon he'd pointed at me ended up killing him, it's kind of like that dead body of Corine got him in the end.

And thus ended my nice fishing trip, I mean sure I'd caught some fun things and had some good times on the road, but turning into a mob boss and faking my death is exhausting. Also the fish smell, good lord it never leaves when you don't take normal showers/baths, but mainly the mob boss thing.