Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-33007077-20170219223927

Playful Trickster 101 wrote: DesertStorm11 wrote: Bump and I finally finished my Jailor story!

So I admit that I kind of copied the beginning to the current Jailor story, but it has better detail and a different ending and blah blah blah. I wrote this in English class.

On with the story!

"So." A gruff voice echoed through the cell. "What is your job in this mess of a Town?"

A shorter man in a white button-up shirt sat alone in the cold, dark room, blindfolded and trembling. "I-" The man hesitated. "I'm- I'm the D-Doctor! I swear!" The man yelled into the empty room. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, soaking the blindfold in sweat. His hands were tightly tied behind his back, and he nervously struggled to loosen them, to no avail.

The large man on the other side of the heavy, steel door watched him closely as he shook. He pondered the reaction from the so-called Doctor. His anxiety made it extremely difficult to read him.

The large man thought back to another person who had acted this way. The Medium. He remembered the moment perfectly. It felt like only a few days ago when he had thrown her in this very cell. She had been shaking like this man, maybe a little calmer, but she had seemed almost too calm. Even though she had seemed nervous, he had noticed a crack in her act, and had executed her. She had been the Forger, and the Town had rejoiced in another Mafia member's death.

He shook his head and focused on the man in the cell. Could he be evil as well? If he executed the Doctor, he would never be trusted again. Should he take that chance? As the man in the cell struggled even more to loosen his restraints, he became even more crazy, pleading to be released. He soon grew tired, and stopped moving. He was silent now.

The Jailor rubbed his chin in wonder. He couldn't find anything wrong with his claim. All he wanted was to be released.

The Jailor wrote a quick note on a nearby piece of paper, and breathed out a sigh. There was a sound of a metal latch moving, and the heavy door between them opened. The Jailor had no time to react before an invisible knife came out of nowhere and slipped into his ribs. He grunted, and nearly blacked out as he hit the floor. The other man stood over him, and laughed with the bloody knife in his hand. He scribbled his own note onto the Jailor's paper, and shuffled quickly out into the moonlight. With his life flashing before his eyes, the Jailor drew his last breath as he read the note.

"You thought you were a step ahead, but it seems to me that you are still two steps behind." That's so twisted o_o But awesome! What a twisted ending, even though the story is simple.