As you walk in to the Cafe you see Guiseppe stood patinetly in the corner and a waitress busying around topping up everyones Tea and Coffee. While taking food orders. You catch a whiff or the potent smell of food being fried. The waitress approaches you and sits you down on a table and takes your order, while you sit back and wait for the events to begin.

Ladies amd Gentleman, welcome to Detroit City. This will be the venue for th Detroit Drabble so tell your tales and good luck. Even if you have no interest in th Drabble come in and relax before you go back to the PPing and Gambling.

Guiseppe sits down and takes a sip of coffee and waits for the first entry.

Trevor looks around the nearly empty place. Heading first to grab a drink and find a concealed spot. As he enjoys the peace and quiet he starts to unfold his writing.Clearing his throat with a deep cough he starts.

Well if someone has to start I suppose I will. Here goes nothing.

Quick, there is no time to think. Running off after the shadows, following the group of people. Heavy breathing as blood pounds through his head. Trevor wonders what all the fuss is about. Reaching into his pocket as the crowd starts to slow around the corner. A big building looms in the center of Detroit and his eyes grew wide. InspectorGadget's Casino came into view. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He rushes through the front doors and straight for the slots. 10, 25 and 50k along with 1, 2, 3 pulls and DING DING DING! Jackpot! Welcome to Detroit in style!

Folding the paper he goes back to his coffee and waits to hear what the next person brings forward.

The young man opens up a book. It was titled, "Incidents." Flipping a couple pages he pauses.

Ahh Yes here it is.

The young man smiles as he glares at the words that appeared before his very eyes. The pages of yellow started to come out before him. He looked about at the gathered there today and nodded towards them as if he was ready to begin to read.

First i would like to thank the business district of Detroit for allowing me to be here second i would like to thank those of you who are prepared to listen to the book i have found at the thrift store. See this book is filled with stories, that of which contain stories of famous criminals in our world. The pictures and names in this particular chapter are based off fictional characters. I think that is enough of an explanation so let us begin.

The young man looks back down at the chapter in the book and begins to read.

BLOOD IN THE SNOW

They were red ties on that morning that they loaded their guns. Every single one of them had looked in the mirror and had gone to kiss their childeren and others to hold their wives for one last time. Porrello's crew was coming in and everyone knew it. There was absolutely no way to stop them.

Young Vincenzo had finished his breakfast as he had looked out the window of his one story house. The family was going down tonight and everyone knew it. Their really was no way to stop the porrello's crew for every single one of his men were ready to kill every one they saw. Vincenzo had gone to his local bar and was eating a burger with his friends when at about two o' clock the front door was taken down. A young man stormed in, "They killed Don Strinelli!"

Don Strinelli was the most well respected man in all of Detroit. He did not lead like every other leader. He lead as if he himself was on the front lines. As if every made man was his brother. He treated families of his made men like kings. Don Strinelli was loved by the people, and with his humble heart he would always smile at the people and tell them, "Its for you i stand and its for you i die." How right he was. That day when the Porello crew had stormed his house they demanded him to forfeit his position and give Don Porrello the right to detroit. Don Strinelli refused to allow the blood sucker to reign inside of Detroit. While the bullets took out his body guards he got one shot off at the advisor to the Porrello crew. ( Later Don Strinelli would be mourned by the entire city for years.)

Vincenzo knew what to do, immediately he ran to his families hideout. Everyone was making plans on where to attack and who was to shoot who. They knew who was in town. The city was crawling with the vermon of the Porrello crew. Women were being raped and men were being beaten. Don Strinelli would have never stood for this. Don Porrello ordered hits out on ever made man of the Strinelli family. Vincenzo was one of the more popular made men in all of Detroit. Never had the chance to meet Strinelli but loved as if he was the son of Detroit itself.

Vincenzo was ordered to take out The Hatcher. The Hatcher would take his axe with him and cut off the heads of anyone after he shot them to death. Leaving their heads out for all to see. The Hatcher had already committed two killings in detroit one of which was an innocent girl and the other was a made man in the strinelli family. The hatcher was robbing local stores with a few of his men when Vincenzo saw him.

Vincenzo saw the man and followed his trail. It seemed as if The Hatcher was looking to rape another woman the way he maneavuered in the streets. Real animal like. Vincenzo ran up and pulled his gun out behind The Hatcher. He was grabbed by a man at the moment he was going to shoot and held against the wall. It was his friend Nick Parta. Nick was very smart one of the smartest men out there. He told Vincenzo to shoot at the bodygaurd and he would then get The Hatcher. Vincenzo agreed.

On the count of three he stepped out from the wall and pointed his weapon.

1... The nerves began to rise

2... Vincenzo rarely killed a man so to kill a body guard was a nerve racking thing.

3... Vincenzo busted out the side of the wall aiming his gun at the empty air.

No one was there but a bullet came hurrdeling towards his chest. He hit the floor and fainted in fear. The beloved son of Detroit was lying in the blanket of snow. He was searching for his gun he couldnt find where he had put it. Did the Hatcher shoot him? Did the bodyguard shoot him? Is Nick safe?

Vincenzo began to scream for Nick. No answer. He was scared Nick was in danger too. Blood coming out of his mouth the young man was crying. He knew he was soon to be dead. The very ignorant boy was watching as the sky grew dark. Suddenly a dark figure crept up over him. Beginning to speak Vincenzo looked in the eyes of Nick.

"Did you see who shot me Nick?" The young vincenzo asked as he looked in terror. "You best get outta here before they shoot you too brother."

Nick smiled at Vincenzo. From the darkness that covered around him he heard the voice whisper, "I shot you vincenzo. I killed you."

Vincenzo soon died wondering why Nick Parta shot him. It was a sad day for the young man whos blood covered the snow. It was a sad day for all of Detroit. No one went to occupy it for a really long time. It was just left there empty like a hole in the dirt. Vincenzo would soon be forgotten but not Stinalli. The Don of Detroit is what they called him was beloved by all his people. He supported everyone as much as possible and protected them from the dangers of criminals like the porrelos. The only downside was he never saw the Porrelo family coming.

For years the Porrellos Ran detroit until they finally left finding that the city had nothing to offer them anymore.

The young man closes the book. He looks at the cover and wonders why he bought the book that was filled with useless stories.

Well folks, thanks again for letting me come out here and sharing what i heard now please go gamble it up and enjoy yourself here in Detroit.

Benton walks in with his pet wolf in tow, and looks around the cafe. There aren't too many people around, but that's ok, it means there are less people for him to make a fool of himself in front off.

Is this where we present our Drabbles? it is? that's good.

Benton clears his throat and starts.

So this is how it would end, in the trunk of a black sedan speeding god knows where. Just another piece of Detroit trunk music. Chances are you would never find out how they cottoned on to the scam. I mean, you where laundering millions a week, how where you to know that they would miss a couple of thou here and there.

The sound of wheels on gravel and a gentle squeal as the sedan roles to a stop, time is fast running out. Doors open and close, and muffled voices and then light.

"Time to say goodbye Jimmy..."