What Lies Behind Your Back - Unseen Series

Chapter 1 - Part 1

Chapter 1 Part 1                         Un-Edited 

January 15th, 1931; Friday night. The pub

Amelia paused, Hair brush in mid stroke, as she heard a grumble from outside the door. As the establishment she was to perform at this night had no dressing room for her to get 'Dolled up' as many men said.

She had taken it upon herself to dress herself in the ladies bathroom. Looking herself in the mirror as she applied her heavy amounts of makeup and dressed herself in a low v-cut silk blue dress. One more glance she walked out the door with her hand bag and her brush.

Walking out she passed by other performers as usual, not daring to look into their eyes. Her competitions eyes. She never cared about Dancing, or her 'dreams'. For she had none. This job payed well and her fans would be all over her.

Well it definitely isn't the first time a fight erupted during one of her dances. Though most fights weren't over herself. Gang fights have been corrupting her shows for month now.

It being Gang members entering another territory, Drug deals gone bad, Gun deals gone horribly bad, It didn't matter. By the end of the night, there was always somebody leaving inside of a small dark green body bag.

Amelia didn't know when she was younger but now she realized. Her beloved city is coming to a devastating halt. Becoming tainted, and filled with Mob groups causing herself to loose more and more show opportunities.

The Dons and High - Class Mobsters began to run everything from the mom and pops stores to the police force. Just like corrupt individuals in nice suites and clean cut smiles.

Sadly the Poor Folk suffered the most, having to pay 'Protection Fee's'. Though there were always more ways to make money. Like going to the lowest of the low and being a performer for rich snobby old men, Like Amelia. 

Whose family had been murdered, the day of May 11, 1910.

I mean it would have to be alright. She was living in the Depression after all. People like her lived in large amount in New York. She herself was not a wealthy person, but was getting by. Right now her gigs were at seedy clubs with even seeder owners, whose business reeked of cigar smoke and booze. No matter how many times she showered, the retched smell seemed to linger. As if it was stitched in the small patched in her panty hoes.

Right before Amelia went out to the stage she was pulled over by the owner of the pub.

"Toots!" He whispered loudly. "Look, back table 12O'clock."

Walking over my high heels clashing against the floor loudly, she prompted herself right next to the owner.

"Who is it Charlie?" Amelia asked, "Please tell me its not one of those perverted freaks again. Ill tear them a new o-" Charlie placed his large meaty hands over her mouth, then pointed out of the stage curtain. His hands slightly visibly shaking.

"Whose that young fella, next tor the Don?"

"Probably just some bate he's using. A'int the first time the Don's used somebody for his own good."

Amelia blanked out once Charlie was mid sentence. She didn't believe the man ware bate or something of the sort.

The man would have been killed by the Don or anybody else here because of who he is. Though now he seemed to be untouchable, some men in the audience even avoided eye contact with him. As if he was more dangerous than the Don. 

"You better have a good show, maybe the Don with call you for another show, you better dance along with singing tonight. Might even give you more tips." Charlie looks over to Amelia, dominance in his eyes.

"Don't go out there and give me a bad cover, your starting tonight."  Amelia nodded as she walked away from his stench.

As she walks passed she hears bits a pieces of her 'co-workers' conversation.

"The Don himself invitin' monsters into the operation. Can you believe that! Disgusting monsters."

"Phhfff... He's makin' a mistake, Gonna loose all of that respect all right!"

"Monsters... This towns really sunk as far as i could, huh?"

Amelia frowned at their choice of words, The effect those words had on her. Although he continued her stare, though she felt doing it.

Walking to the side of the stage, pulling back the curtain just a tad bit so that she could see the man.

No... Not a man.

She heard all about the monsters. They only lived a few miles out of her town. Hearing all about there strange appearances, and their costumes and politics were set up in different ways. They seemed... Organized. More so then other humans Amelia had known.

The person accompanying. the Don was a huge monster. He was taller then any human that Amelia has ever seen. Although his hulking waist, legs and muscular arms were ones to be feared of. He clearly deserved a second glance. Maybe a third if you will. There was no denying how powerful he looked.

He made the Don's strongest bodyguards look small little boys in their dads uniform, playing around with their mothers.

His suit and tie looked more impressive than the Don's, as if it was a simple task. His jacket, his fedora hat, and his trousers. all black. While his coat was a bloody eye catching vibrant red.

Though Amelia didn't really love that shade of red. She had to admit, like many other that he had a very pristine clothing style.

Along with his outfit he had a large cigar planted in-between his teeth. Whilst the smoke assent grey. It was a reddish grey. But as it poured out from his teeth the smoke formed beautiful designs, then dissipated into thin air.

His gross, monstrous smile complemented the oura he upheld. Though it was almost completely invisible due to the dimness of the lights the pub owned. Amelia could swear she saw a golden tooth on his upper set of teeth, every time he had turned his head to scan the area.

Amelia opens up the curtains up a little bit more, Now exposing her entire face. Her blank eyes with no emotion scanning the area.

The monster scans once again.

Amelia and the monster lock eyes. But he winks? He winked at her. Though he looked happy. Amelia's facial expression becoming more of a warm one as she smiled back and walked out from the stage, back over to her belongings that she had placed on a chair; backstage.

"Were starting now. Toots! get on stage now!"

Amelia walked over to the center of the stage. With both a microphone and a large; tall pole, awaiting for its intended purpose. To be danced upon by a pretty lady.

Taking one more final breath before the curtains got pulled to the sides of the stage. Amelia remembered what she was here for.

Money and power.