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M.

For violance, gore, and other eventual "events".

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The 1920's. America's population has been growing rapidly. The reasoning; foreign immigrants from Europe. So many of them have come to look for the American dream, to start a family and have peace with their new given freedom. However. Not all mean well for their new country. A powerful German mob in New York is quickly on the rise, owning the streets, getting money from organized crime, which caused ruckus and distress. The Beilschmidt Family is responsable. The ruling German mobbers of the street. Their boss; Gilbert Beilschmidt. A seemingly heartless man, that cares for no one but the family and its business. However. Maybe a new coming Austrian musician will have what it takes to have this man change in some ways.

Prussia/Austria

The streets were so crowded. There were so many people. Talking and moving quickly, brushing past whoever they could, trying to get to where ever they had to go without much care. But it was to be expected to be a busy street. There were markets about after all. Some selling fruit, some selling meat, or bread, others just items that were in good enough condition to give away to the public. The owners of these stands though, strangely, did not shout in order to get the peoples attention. They simply stood there, waiting for them to notice their goods. A few did of course and bought what they had to give, however, they might of done better if they let their voices out for at lest a moment or two.

Yet a nice way to look as it, was that there was less annoying noises to go out.

At lest, that was what one Austrian thought, as he made his way through the people around him. Roderich Edelstein. A young 20 year old, European man, who had just got off of the boat here to the United States of America, through the checking line, and now off to make his new life in this country. In his left hand was a large suit case, which he had to drag about a few times from its heaviness, it being full of his clothing that he had brought from his old home. In the right, he held a violin case, which inside was, of course, a violin.

He looked only a small bit irritated from everyone that surrounded him, as well as tense. He could not be blamed for it either, he just wasn't used to all these people. The streets of Austria were not as busy. Or as dirty for that matter. But knowing that he would just have to get used to it, he excepted the difference of his home land to this one, and kept on walking with his nice black dress shoes tapping quietly along the stone street, at lest being glad that his nice black suit and collared shirt had not been tarnished after his last hour of being in such a mess. Ah, he did not think that the fall would be this cold. Maybe he should buy a coat.

"Ah!"

He suddenly yelped out as a man slammed into his shoulder. The guy did not even try to move himself away! However the Austrian quickly recovered himself, and stopped in his tracks. And before he could turn around to excuse himself, though it was not his fault, the man he had bumped into turned around quickly, glaring at him.

"Hey, watch it!"

He snapped. Roderich looked over his shoulder and at the male that had just spoken to him, taking notice to the fact that he had a German accent. And once he laid eyes on the man, he saw that he was accompanied by two others, all dressed in rather expensive looking suits.

The Austrian blinked a few times, narrowing his eyes a small bit to somewhat return the mean looks that were being given to him, but of course he forced himself to keep polite. This was his first time in this nation. He did not want to start anything off to badly at lest.

"Sorry..."

He said in a low tone, his voice soft, and holding a German accent as well, but to him it would be known to be an Austrian accent.

The man who he had bumped into slowly smirked once his eyes meat Roderich's lavender hues, along with the one of the other men, while the last one simply stared back at the young European. Why he was smirking the young man had no idea. There was nothing funny about the situation. Then again who knows, the guy could have a way of twisted humor. But Roderich would not pick at it, or ask the man over it. He would just simply ignore it.

"Let's hope that you are."

The male said as he turned, and went on his way with the other two following him. Roderich narrowed his eyes slightly more, than huffed, turning his head back forward and walking along to find his destination. He could not believe how rude people in this part of town were! Even though they were not Americans, they could have acted a bit more kinder then that, and actually except his apology like gentlemen! Yet, there was no use in lingering over that now. He had to find his apartment after all. Though that was becoming quite troublesome. Gently pressing by people, he finally made his way to the sidewalk and into a clear space where people were not walking. Setting his violin case down, he fixed his hat then, went into his pants pocket to grip a sheet of paper. Griping it lightly, he plled it out, and unfolded it to where he could see the writing inside.

'5022, Royals Street, Apar. 24'

That was what it read. He blinked slowly. How was he supposed to know where this place was. He had searched for it for some time now, after asking a police officer where the street was. He followed his directions, took the turns he was supposed to, and everything else. Yet he still could not find his new home. All the more reason to be irritable. Letting out a deep sigh, he looked around for a moment, wondering if anyone may know where the street may be. His violet hues landed on the first stand he saw, which was the one on his right, not to far from him at all, a man that was selling fruit standing there patently as he gave the woman he had just taken money from a bag of apples. Thus, he went to go speak to that man, picking up his case before walking over towards him.

"Um, excuse me."

Roderich spoke to get the man's attention. He responded, and looked over at the young Austrian, blinking a few times as his eyes laid on him.

"Ja...? May I help you?"

He asked. Hm. Yet another German. However his accent was rather deep. He struggled for a moment, as if he had to remind himself of something. He must not be quite literate on English yet. But, Roderich thought that he could at lest understand it, so, he let down his case once more to only show the same piece of paper to the man while covering the apartment number with his thumb, who looked at it once he saw Roderich gesture to it.

"Do you know where this is? This street?"

He pointed at it. The man blinked once more, then looked over his shoulder, pointing behind himself. It seemed that he understood Roderich just fine indeed.

"Two blocks over."

He told the Austrian. The young man looked over the way he was pointing, though he was now looking at a building, then looked back over to the seller.

"That way?"

Roderich asked, just to be sure. The man looked back at him and gave a few nods as an answer. The brunette took a glance over the direction, keeping it in mind, before looking back at the other once more.

"I see. Thank you very much."

He replied. The man gave a small smile, then yet another nod, before Roderich took up the violin case, turned, and walked off once more, being sure to go to the end of the street and take that left until two blocks passed.

Having a bad sense of direction can be such a hassle.

Finally, Roderich had found his home after following the instructions. He looked up at the city house looking building for a moment, then, at the address. '5022'. He was at the right place. Taking in a breath, he walked up the few steps he had to get inside, then pushed open one of the two doors with his side. And behind front desk he saw a man, looking through a folder, though stopped once he heard the Austrian enter.

The man was bald, but, had a gray curled mustache, looked about his mid 40s. He had slight tanned skin, but, did not seem to foreign at all. He was a bit on the chubby side. Wore a white collared shirt, black tie, and black pants. He showed a smile as Roderich made his way deeper inside, and to the front desk.

"Hello Sir... Oh. Wait... Do you speak English?"

He asked. He was American indeed, considering he did have the American accent at lest. The young man gave a small nod.

"I do just fine in fact, yes."

He replied. The man smiled wider, then gave a nod.

"Ah, good, good. Makes my job a bit easier... Hold on. By your accent I would say that your German, right?"

The man asked as he leaned over the desk, resting his arms upon it. Roderich held back a sigh of annoyance. He hated it when people mistaked him to be a German. He wasn't! He was Austrian. There was a large difference between the two, even though most people do not see it. One, the language was a small bit different, but not by much at all. Two, their people are just as diverse, over how could be explained over a list of things. However, Roderich would not let himself go over them with this man.

"No Sir. I am actually Austrian. Now, may I please have the key to my room? I am quite tired."

"Oh, yes. Sorry, of course."

The keeper replied as he pushed himself off the desk.

"Do you have the paper to prove that you are taking residence here?"

"Yes. Here."

Roderich replied to him as he showed the paper that had the information on his new apartment upon it. The man looked at it as his smile faded slowly, studying closely, then just as quickly the smile came back, him turning to then go to one of the hocks that were hung from behind in the glass casing, taking out a set of keys to undo the lock.

"Right then. Remember, rent is due at the end of the month. 10 dollars in cash is all that is asked of you. Bills will more then likely be around 4 dollars a month"

He started. Turning the key which in turn made the lock undo itself. Pulling it off, he opened the small glass door, and gripped the key that had '24' printed above it.

"I will remember."

Roderich simply replied. Once he pulled that out, he closed the door and redid the lock. After, he turned back around, holding the key out to Roderich so that he may take it.

"Here you are. Apartment 24."

He spoke. The Austrian, this time, let down his suit case, feeling some relief as he did so, and gripped the set of keys, there being two of them.

"An extra, just in case you lose the other one."

Explained the elder man. Roderich put the keys and paper both in his pocket now, then grabbed up his suit case, bowing his head quickly as a part of his thanks to the man.

"Thank you. I will be sure not to lose either of them."

After saying that, Roderich turned to his left, getting ready to go up two flights of stares with his heavy case and precious violin. The man gave a small nod, then, paused for a moment as he remembered something. This remembrance, however, made his eyes widen a bit. Thus, he turned his head to face the Austrian, who was already mid way up the stairs, holding out his hand to get his attention as he called out to get his attention.

"Wait, Mr. Edelstein!"

He called out. Roderich stopped, and looked down at him from the stairs, blinking a few times as he wondered just what the man might have wanted from him.

"Listen. If you see a group of Germans in sharp suits coming your way, I highly suggest you avoid them and keep out of their way... especially one man. One that has dark red eyes and ivory hair. You stay as far away from him as you can. Do you understand."

He said in a serious way, the smile that was once upon his face now gone. Roderich tilted his head a bit in question, then took a step down to place himself more comfortably upon the steps. Men in high-class suits? A man with red eyes and ivory hair? Why that was quite rare.

"Why do you say this?"

Roderich asked. The man lowered his hand slowly upon the desk, looking away from the young man as he sighed deeply. There was a pause, but, a short one before the elder looked back up at the Austrian.

"Just follow my warning ok. You might see for yourself soon enough..."

The man trailed off, then, he looked away slowly to only look back at the folder he was looking through before, picking up a pin as he turned to page. Roderich rose a brow. Well that was quite strange and random. He did run into Germans that were wearing rather nice suits before, but, he did not think much of it at all besides them being rude. Now suddenly this came up, a warning over possibly the same men.

In any case, Roderich let it go. He did not have time to linger over it now. He simply wanted to get to his room and rest for the evening.

A while of unpacking, and setting his violin in a safe place, Roderich sat down upon the couch, the room already having the furniture he needed. None of it really did fit his taste, however, it would have to do. He could not be picky in such a new land. However, when he got the money to move out from here, he will be sure to get furniture that actually fit his taste.

It was finally night time, the moon up in the sky, street lights on, and dark outside.

With a deep sigh, he finally removed his dress shoes, putting them upon the floor neatly near the door, where was luckily next his setting place. He then loosened his black tie, and settled removed his suit coat, gently laying it upon the arm of the couch. Ah. Tomorrow may be a bit harder for him. He will have to go from place to place to find a classical music club to work at. Already having his career planned out. He will start as a piano player here in America. Play when he could for the people. Being paid for a job he would deeply enjoy. Music was everything to him after all. Classical that is. He did not very much care for the new Jazz that was on the rise these days. In fact, he did not like it. He prefered Beethoven, or, Mozart. Hopefully the American people did as well. Surely they had some taste in the fine arts.

Then, maybe, if he was truly lucky, he will become recognized for his skills. Maybe join a symphony orchestra at some point. travel around. Do what he found to be the best thing in the world. Play the piano.

Roderich found himself showing a small smile at the thought. Wouldn't that be something? All he could really do is hope he supposed.

With the sweet thoughts in mind, he pushed himself up, then, made eye contact with the radio that sat next to the lap on the night stand in front of the window.

"Hm..."

Pondering over if he should turn it on and give it a try or not, he finally made up his mind, walking over to the small thing to only turn the knob carefully. Of course, it came on, a man speaking through. A commercial over oven baked bread. How nice. But, Roderich did not want to hear. He knew how to make simple things like that for himself after all. So, he went to the other knob, and turned it as well, trying to find a station that may be playing his beloved music. After a small bit of searching though, with no result, he turned the device back off with a light sigh of slight disappointment, then, turned, going off to the kitchen.

Going on a search for the kettle that he could use to make some tea that the government had surely supplied him with, he finally found it in one of the bottom cabinets, taking it out to only go to the sink and fill it with hot water, to only set it on the stove, grabbing the set of matches that were set near, lit one, then lit the burner to make the fire start, making sure that it was set just right. Then, blowing out the match, he set it to the side for now along with the box and went on the search for the tea. Eventually, he found it as well, it being in a top cabinet. It was a simple brand of English tea. However it would have to do.

Heading back to the living room, knowing that he would have to wait a small bit for the water to boil. He set himself back down on the couch, leaned back, and closed his eyes. My. Such a tiring day. Maybe just a small nap will help him recover from all this mess. Yes. That sounds nice. He will wake when the kettle whistles.

"Ahhhhh!"

Only five minutes after Roderich had finally to sleep, he jumped awake at a sudden loud sound. However, it was not the kettle that made him wake, though it was now whistling. A loud scream did. And it was coming from outside. Roderich, first looking out the window for a few seconds, quickly stood as he fixed his glasses. He did not know who had made the scream, or why, but it sounded like a woman. It was a cry of fright if he was not mistaken either. So, slowly, to see what the commotion was about, he began to walk to his window. Gripping the cheap blue curtains lightly, he moved them to the side to look out the glass covering, then, he saw four men crowing over something. Kicking and punching. As well as yelling. Roderich squinted his eyes slightly to see just what, and from what his eyes took in, he gasped. They were actually attacking someone! He hoped it was not the woman he heard. Thus he went to search about with his eyes to see, and soon, they landed on the same woman, who was screaming at the men to stop, crying as she yelled for them to stop, to leave her husband be, calls for help also being mixed in with her pleads, while another male held her from behind to where she could not do a thing.

Roderich covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes widening as he watched this. Oh no... He should call for help! Get the police on the phone, something! And just before he could turn, run out his door, and head for the pay phone in the hall way, all the men backed away from the other male that they were beating, one that wore a long black over coat, a gray scarf, and black fedora hat, took out a gun, taking several shots. This made Roderich flinch with each fire, and his mouth drop from disbelief. How could they... how could he just...?

"Nooooo!"

The woman screamed as she collapsed, almost falling to the floor, however the man who held her kept her up. It was not long before blood began to spread and trail itself over the concrete around the dead body.

"Komm! Lass uns gehen!"

The man who had the gun yelled. The Austrian noticed that it sounded a bit scratchy, and was a bit deep. But brushed if off just as quickly. The man hid the weapon within his long over coat. The other, that was holding the woman, threw her down, then they did just as they were told and quickly got into the black car that was parked just right next to the sidewalk, slamming the doors shut. Roderich only watched as the men went to have their get away.

However. Before the vehicle pulled off, he could have sworn that the driver in the front seat looked his way. Right up at the third floor. Through his window. At him.

And, from the street lights, Roderich didn't know if he was hallucinating or not. But he could have sworn saw those eyes of the man in the driver's seat, that had just killed that poor person,... were red. A deep red. That he had never even seen in his life.

They just screamed out that he was dangerous. From the very look they had in them.

The Austrian felt himself tense under that stare. Under those evil hues. And even from where he stood, he could see a smirk slowly creeping across the man's pale face. But, nothing more after that, for only a second or two later the car sped off. Leaving the woman there alone, crying out and sobbing deeply as she crawled over to the man that laid upon the ground.

It took a moment to realize.

Roderich had just witnessed a mob attack. He knew that he did. And on his first night in New York.

Those men... had to have been German mobsters. The German mobsters that the man at the desk warned him about.

Especially the one with red eyes.

"Oh my..."

Roderich couldn't help but to trail off. He was just that shocked. But he had to force himself together. He had to call the police. Thus, slowly taking a few steps back, he suddenly turned around, unlocked the door, and ran out from it, heading right for the pay phone. Forgetting all about his boiling water.

[ A/N: Like it so far? I know it was a bit slow at first, but, hey. Now you got a nice idea of the story! Anyways... Review review review REVIEW! Tell me what you think, I really want to know if I should go on with it! ]

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[1] Ja: Yes

[2] Komm! Lass uns gehen!: Come on! Let's go!