*The mansion floor was packed with hundreds of men and woman, apparently some kind of party was going on. This mansion was none other then Alvar Creed’s, candidate for senator of Nevada. The house was full of his supporters; this was the night that the results of the election would be revealed. Creed waited anxiously for the results, his plans could finally come to fruition. He was currently in his personal quarters, sitting at his desk. He had a mind numbing headache, and his entire body was burning. He swung a drawer open furiously and grabbed a bottle of pain killers. He poured a few in his hand and gulped them down his throat. Just then he heard a knock on his door.*

Creed: Yes, yes…come in, Norman.

*Creed’s assistant, Norman stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.*

Norman: Mr. Creed, sir. All the guests have arrived and the results are to air in about 20 minutes.

Creed: Good…how is security?

Norman: Excellent. There has yet to be any problems, but we have to dangerous killers on watch, just incase, Frankie Kradden and Jeremy Vogaas. Anyone foolish enough to invade your celebration will be dealt with, fatally.

Creed: *chuckles* Well…soon you will be assistant to the senator of Nevada. And soon…everything will fall into my hands. I better address my “supporters” now.

*Creed gets up out of his chair, and wraps his bandages around his face. Norman opened the door for him, as Creed made his way out of his quarters and down the hallway. He continued to walk until he reached the top of a grand staircase, at the bottom stood the hundreds of supporters. They cheered with thunderous applause, as Creed acted all embarrassed and humble. Creed put on a grin under his bandages; they were all eating out of his hands. He signaled for silence as he wanted to talk.*

Creed: Welcome friends! I am so honored you have decided to join me at my party, and even more honored you have supported me throughout my campaign. Even if I do not win this election, I will still be happy to know that I still had you, the citizens, support.

*The crowd started to clap and cheer for Creed. Alvar smiled, knowingly bullshitting an entire room of people.*

Creed: Now please, enjoy the food, have a drink, and have a good time. We still have about 15 minutes until the results. Thank you.

*The crowd applauded once more as Creed made his way down the staircase. The waiters circulated throughout the room carrying various drinks and orderves. As Creed mingled into the crowd he shook the hands of the many supporters in the room. He engaged in light chit-chat with some of them, and acted as if he really cared what the hell they had to say. He really couldn’t stand these people; he just needed to pretend like he did so the public would accept him. He worked to hard to have everything flushed away, he was so close.*

*In the middle of a conversation with one couple about “How he really is doing this for the safety of the citizens the giant TV positioned on the wall was turned on. It was time for the results to be revealed. The crowd started clapping, but quickly quieted down once the reporter started speaking.*

Reporter: All of Nevada has been a buzz over the election for senator of Nevada. As you know, it has been a heated race between Chaz Tiffman and Alvar Creed. It has been a press bonanza following these two opponents and everyone is anticipating the results to one of the most high profile elections in Nevada history. Mr. Tiffman has won citizens over with his dynamic plan to reduce taxes, but what really caught the eye of the people was Mr. Creed’s initiative, where he uses convicts to enforce the law, which has so far been flawless. And now, without further a do, the new senator of Nevada is…..

*The crowd was staring at the screen anxiously, Creed was clutching his cane as hard as he could.*

Reporter:….ALVAR CREED!

*The crowd exploded in applause and cheer, as a wave of relief fell upon Creed. As Creed made his way through the party, many people started patting him on the back and congratulated him. He thanked the supporters and as he made his way up the staircase he heard the crowd yell “speech” “congratulations” and “toast”. Once Creed made his way up the staircase a waiter gave Creed a glass of champagne. Creed got the crowd to quiet down as he raised his drink in the air.*

Creed: Thank you. All of you. Without your support I would have never become the senator. But I won’t be another power hungry politic, I will listen to you, and together we will make Nevada the safest place on Earth! To a great term and a great life for us and our children, and the world to come!

*Creed then sipped his champagne, undoing his bandages a bit. He heard the cling of glasses as the applause of the crowd was thunderous. He stepped away towards the hall. Whispering under his breath.*