Mordebahn, GWE character development Part III

This Tuesday GWE character development piece is the third in an effort that started with Part I, continued in Part II, and was further developed through a letter from Mordebahn, and a list, HERE

He had been daydreaming, again. He had to snap out of it, his continued success depended upon it. Lately it had been increasingly difficult to block out the memories of his past, and concentrate on the tasks at hand. It had been several years since he had stood outside that nightclub door and contemplated giving in to his unnatural instincts. Mordebahn thanked the stars that he hadn't. His new endeavors, while not as intimate and satisfying, of late, slaked his hunger, and were exceedingly profitable.

It had been just two days after the nightclub scene that he had received the call that would jump start his new career . Vern was the owner of a club in Jersey he had played when he was traveling the circuit. He had had an "incident" with a second rate stripper that was trying to blackmail him over his mob dealings, and Mordebahn had helped him "clean up". Now there was this witness that had seen too much, and had fled to the LA area, and Vern wondered if Mordebahn was in a position to "clean up", again. It was an opportunity with excessive good timing, and the money was much better than anything Mordebahn could have made in any of his previous ill gotten schemes.

It had been everything Mordebahn had been hoping for, and more. He had located the witness, a striking Italian woman of around thirty, stalked her to her apartment, staked out the scene for days, till he got her routine down, and then struck, in the middle of the night, keeping her quiet, but taking his time, enjoying himself immensely. She had died slowly, and painfully, and Mordebahn had enjoyed every knife wielding second of it.

Vern had been highly impressed. Making it look like the actions of a crazed serial killer had been over the top, and the revenge value,...well. He had passed on his knowledge of Mordebahn's gruesome talents to some of his connections, and slowly, Mordebahn had become a very busy fellow. That suited Mordebahn just fine.

Apparently the Italian woman wasn't the only refugee from mob ire that felt that the best thing to do was to relocate to the farthest reaches of the continent, and Mordebahn was more than happy to extend the hand of Jersy mob revenge to his chosen area. The rewards had been more than he could have ever desired, and his reputation as a first rate "fixer" had circulated in all the right places. He was now a nation wide "fixer", and occasionally, international.

He had it all now, the money, the good life, and the thing he had needed the most, an outlet for his worst inclinations. Life was very, very good, but still, things had gotten increasingly impersonal, for his own safety's sake, and he looked back fondly on those early days when he got up close and personal with his toys. Efficiency and expediency were not all that Mordebahn desired. It was a constant dilemma in his mind, to do the safe thing, or the enjoyable thing, and he had to shake it, somehow, to insure that he survived...