User blog:DesertStorm11/Custom Jailor Story

I wrote the original version of this story in my English class, and it was much shorter and less detailed. I decided to revise and edit it to add more detail, and this is the final version. Hope you like it! :D

"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 Doctor!" The man yelled into the empty room. "I swear!" Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, soaking the overused blindfold tied over his eyes. 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 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.

He 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 acting like this man, but she had seemed too... calm. Even though she had seemed nervous and scared, he had noticed a crack in her act. He had executed her. She had been the Forger, and the Town rejoiced in another Mafia member's death.

He shook his head and focused on the man in the cell, the usual questions running through his mind. 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 to loosen his restraints, he started panicking, thrashing around and pleading to be released. The stool he sat on threatened to fall over at his movement, but he soon grew tired, and stopped. He was silent, the only sound that could be heard was his heavy breathing.

The Jailor rubbed his chin in wonder. He couldn't find anything wrong with this claim. He checked his notes and looked back at the man inside the room. All he wanted was to be released.

The Jailor added a few words to his notes, and breathed out a sigh. There was a sound of a metal latch moving and the heavy door between them opened. The Jailor stared into the darkness of the cell for a split second, and had no time to react as he saw the flash of an invisible knife as it slipped into his ribs. He grunted in pain, and nearly blacked out as he hit the floor. The other man stood over him, an inhumane smile on his face as he pulled the knife out of the body below him. 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."