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The sun had set. People moved along the paths and roads of the nighttime streets. One figure, his hand moving to turn the doorknob and enter a house, found himself in handcuffs and hauled away under the cover of darkness. He would not be in his bed that night, nor out doing his duty. Instead he would find himself tossed into a small jail cell with stone walls and a barred window above a locked door. A voice comes through the bars, in a sovereign tone, "What is your role in this mess?" The figure, alone in the cell, sweats and looks from the cell door back up towards the bars. The voice sounds again, compelling and potent in its ultimatum, "Claim your role or you will die."

Handcuffed and nervous, he calls out, "I'm the doctor! I was only trying to help someone."

It didn't work. He could hear the sound of a gun being taken out of its holster and cocked. The sovereign voice of the Jailor sounds again, "You know... I had a visit from the doc yesterday. It wasn't you." The door opened. The pistol aimed. The cuffed figure never saw the light of day. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Eldresh)

The day has just ended, and the night has just begun. A voice whispers to the man, "Come with me." "Hey, let go of me. Who are you anyways?" "You are under arrest. I am the Jailor. You need not know me by name. I know who you are, but I must know what you are." They talk throughout the night, and the person answers all of the questions straightforward. The Jailor, finding no fault in him, releases him the following morning. The following evening and night, the cycle repeats. But this person will not tell the Jailor what he is. The Jailor threatens to execute him, but the man refuses to comply. Somewhat reluctantly, the Jailor leads the man to his private chopping block, where he ties down the man. With one swift motion, he chops of the man's head. In the morning, the town searches the man's house and determines the man is a Serial Killer. The Jailor pats himself on the back, congratulating himself on a job well done. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Anonymous0726)

After hearing news that the Mafia killed the other guard at the town jail, the other guard need to step up his game and use the jail wisely. He decided to name himself the "Jailor." However, he needed the Mayor's permission first. The Mayor agreed to allow him to be the "Jailor," but he is only allowed to jail one person each night, can only execute up to three people in total and he will lose his executing privileges if a town member happens to be executed. In addition, the Jailor was not allowed to execute on the first night as the Mayor believed that a night one execution would be too risky in terms of executing a town member. The Jailor was excited to jail his first prisoner. He first asked for his role and the prisoner claimed Doctor. He was not able to execute since it was night 1. The Jailor did not have a reason to execute his prisoner either. However, sadly, he found himself dead, and before he blacked out for good, he wrote down the name of the prisoner, what role he claimed, and that if I jail a Serial Killer and choose not to execute him, he attacks me. The entire town saw the Jailor's last will the next morning and the Serial Killer was lynched that day. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to chitownmvp01)

The Jailor, a hardened ex-warden of one of the country's toughest prisons was asked by his childhood friend, the Mayor, to come to Salem to help with the threat of the mafia. Now he secretly detains suspicious people in a cell under his house, rendering them useless for the night while he squeezes information out of them. Taking every precaution to preserve his identity (including voice modifiers and blindfolding suspects), the only thing that makes the Jailor shudder is the thought of jailing the man with the knives. (unregistered contributor)

Specialising in restraint, the Jailor swoops down on his target and has them locked up before they can say "I am blackmailed". From there, the target is questioned and if the Jailor doesn't like what he hears, he has been given the Fifth Freedom by the Mayor to execute on sight. He's been called crude, brutal, dominating and even sociopathic, but one thing is for sure; the Jailor gets results, whether you like it or not. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jailor was once a young adult, he was still with his father during this time. His father was the town's hero, he was strong, smart, stealthy, and strangely, a master at restraint, he would also do the executions of any criminal for the town with his axe. The Jailor's father was teaching him the ways and traditions of the family, by this time, his training was almost complete to be just like him. One day, the town was attacked, new people who had joined the town was apparently a part of the Mafia, out of nowhere, the Godfather shoots the Sheriff in the back of the head. Then, the Mafioso was the sniper and he started shooting the town from a distance, the Jailor's father then restrains the Mafioso, the Mafioso didn't notice until it was too late for him. Then, right before The Jailor's father executes the Mafioso with his axe, a Serial Killer creeps out of the woods and stabs him in the back. With his father's last breaths, he mustered up the will to restrain him, but didn't have enough strength to finish the job. The Jailor then followed his father's footsteps, during this time, the Mafioso, rolled away during the encounter. The Jailor then came upon his father's corpse, with his axe in his hand. The Serial Killer says, "Whoever that guy was he just tried to kill me, can you please cut me loose?", The Jailor then said, "That man was my father! Tell me what happened!" He then picked up his father's axe and laid the sharp part of the axe on the back of the Serial Killer's neck, the Serial Killer began stuttering out of fear, the Jailor then said, "That's what I thought." Then, he executed him with his father's axe, he then inspected to find out what had happened, he then found out, the person he had just killed was a Serial Killer. He then left his home town, he never looked back, for he knew, it can never be the same again. (credit to Minecraftstyle09)

After 10 years of you being a bodyguard the Sheriff inspected him making Salem's new jailor. With your years spent on being bodyguard you didn't have much money only allowing you to build a small jail with one cell plus and eletric chair. At first the Sheriff didn't approve but then when the Godfarther and Serial Killers came the Sheriff was glad he choosen you. (credit to Georgethepigmonster)

The Jailor sips his coffee as he stares at the papers on top of his table. They all belonged to the people he had executed. “Please, I beg of you, I am simply the Transporter!” His prisoner pleads, grabbing the fence getting in the way of his freedom and shook it violently, trying to get the Jailor's attention. The Jailor, however, did not lay a single eye on his prisoner. As the prisoner was shaking the fence violently, something fell out of his pocket: a lighter. At once, the Jailor had finally laid eyes on his prisoner, noticing what had fallen out of the man's pocket. He was an arsonist. The Jailor opened the drawer to his right and took out a gun of a Mafioso he had executed. The Jailor stood up and aimed the bullet at his prisoner's head. The prisoner's eyes widened when he realized he was being executed on the spot. The Jailor glares coldly at his prisoner. “You may fool the town, but you can never fool me.” (credit to AzureSeptember)

The Jailor stepped in front of the bars detaining his target, arms behind his back. He leaned close and surveyed his prisoner for the night. Almost immediately, the prisoner spoke. He called himself the Lookout. The Jailor rubs his chin thoughtfully, his face hidden underneath the brim of his hat. He asked the Lookout for what he saw the past couple of nights. The Lookout was all too eager to respond. He mentioned the Sheriff had been visited by two people the night he died. The Jailor was convinced, until the Lookout spoke the Jailor's name as one of those who had visited the Sheriff that night. The Jailor had jailed the Doctor on that night to protect him. He smirked and shook his head at the "Lookout" who raised his eyebrow at the Jailor. "No." rebutted the Jailor, "I did not visit the Sheriff that night." and with that, he takes his hat off to reveal his face to the "Lookout" whose eyes widen in fear. The Jailor reaches for his holster, revealing a revolver, putting it square between the liar's eyes and firing. Next morning, the body was found in the middle of town. After a search of his pockets, a set of forged documents were found. The "Lookout" was actually the Framer. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

It was a dark night and the jailor was heading to the vigilante`s house to have some tea. All of a sudden, he hears a scream. The mafia have struck again. He runs to the vigilante`s house and sees him lying on the ground. He holds him as he whispers his dying words. "Steve." Determined to bring justice, he accuses Steve but no one believes him. He heads to the mayor`s house to address his concerns. "Ok" the mayor says. "I will let you take this into your own hands. Talk to Steve at night. I give you permission to preform execution, but if you are wrong, that right will be taken away. I do, however still trust you to find leads since you are headstrong." The jailor walks to the jailhouse, permit in hand, Steve in the backseat of his car. "Tell me what you did last night" he says. Steve replies "I was taking care of my wife. She`s dearly sick and I don`t know what to do." "Oh, Allysa`s sick" the jailor asks. "Very" Steve responds. The jailor turns around, gun in hand, finger on trigger. "Your wife`s name is Brooke." (Credit to CindyZhengForev)

The Jailor sat in the graveyard, looking at the grave of his friend, the Vigilante. He had been cleaned, but the Jailor knew what he was, as he was his friend. The Mafia had killed him. The Vigilante had given the Jailor one thing though: his gun. One bullet left, as he had shot 2 other Mafia members before his death. One bullet. The Jailor thought to himself, and finally came to a conclusion on who the Godfather might be. That night, the Godfather awoke at midnight in a jail cell. The Godfather was surprised. Suddenly, he heard a voice. "What are you?" asked the Jailor. The Godfather's Janitor had told him about who the cleaned person was, and he thought he could lie. "I'm a Vigilante." he replied. A gunshot rang across the streets, and the Jailor went to investigate from the window. A body flew out the open door of a house, and a mop fell from the limp corpse. The Janitor had visited a Veteran. That was good. Only one Mafia remained, and the Jailor knew who it was.

"The Vigilante is dead, and you will join him soon." The Jailor said.

The Godfather jumped to his feet, and reached down into his pocket. He pulled his hand out, and tried to pull a trigger that wasn't there. He realized in horror that the Jailor had confiscated his weapon. The Jailor smirked. He picked up the gun from his dead friend, and aimed it at the Godfather's head. The Godfather's eyes were filled with terror, and he stammered a plead to live. But the Jailor wasn't manipulated so easily. He pulled the trigger, and the Godfather's body slumped to the ground to the jail floor. (Credit to User:DrivingPrune1

A bodyguard that outlived his target to protect, all to a consort. Being to have killed before with 3 rounds in a Magnum left, he sets up construction. Within about two days, He made a cage out of thick, steel bars from roof to floor, with the room for one occupant. Each night, the New Jailor jails someone every night, knocking them out with a cloth with certain liquids when inhaled, causes unconsciousness. When jailed, there is no sitting pretty, the rookie Jailor will ask you for information about your job. If you seem suspicious, You can leave.. With a bullet in the head. Only reason for you to be shot? Well, you can't lie to a Jailor! He will absorb all the given information, and will sieve the lies from the truth. "You may be a claimed Escort, but my believe in that lie, is none. See ya in hell, Consort." the Jailor said when he found the Consort that stopped him. With 2 bullets, he continues, until stabbed by a Serial Killer, that stuck his arms through the bars. (Credit to Setpep)

A weary towns person peers into the dark streets of Salem. He could have swore there was something there... Never could be too careful in this town. He chuckled and kept walking. He was just imagining something. Just to be safe, he picked up the pace. Suddenly, an arm from behind yanks him back and attempts to shove a cloth over his mouth and nose. He shakes his head violently, squirming and doing whatever possible to get away. A rough voice breaks the silence. "You're going to make this hard for me, ay buddy?" The man tries to scream, but before he gets anything out, his head is slammed against a wall.

Bound, in a cell, and with a terrible headache, the prisoner sits up. Across from him, on the other side of iron bars, sits a shady figure at a table. He stutters. "S-sir, please, I'm inn-" "Oh you're innocent, are you? We'll see about that. What are you?" Afraid, his breath quickens. "My name is-" "I said WHAT ARE YOU." Afraid, the Godfather claims the only role he could. "I-I'm the mayor! I said that yesterday to the town!" "And you didn't reveal because..." The Jailor tapped his foot on the ground. The Godfather went blank, but then thought fast. "I made a deal with the doctor! If I reveal, then I can't be healed. Even ask the doc! I was attacked last night, and healed!" The Jailor only laughs and raises his gun. "The Doc was here last night, bud." And with one shot, the Godfather's body hits the cement floor. (Credit to Happyme212)

This man may seem like one of the random innocent townsfolk you see day in, day out, but inside his house hides a dark secret. In his basement is a small jail cell with nothing but a rock-hard chair with wires and straps, a ring hanging from the roof, as well as an open squat pot. There is also a desk, a bloodstained block, a control panel with many levers, and a large innocent-looking cabinet. However, inside the cabinet holds items that will shock anyone who looks inside. In the cabinet are items of all kind. Guns, whips, ropes, billy clubs, handcuffs, swords, knives, chemicals, cloths, even a large axe.

This man is the Jailor.

Every night, he kidnaps someone and interrogates them to find out their role and darkest secrets, then makes his conclusion. If he deems the person innocent, he lets them go the next morning with an apology for wasting their time. If not, he opens the cabinet and selects a weapon or moves a lever on the control panel. He then kills his hostage with whatever he feels like using for that night. People call him ruthless, sadistic, cunning and evil, but they all agree on one thing: that whatever he does is for the good of the town.(Credit to Cptrockets30)

When the Jailer moved to the Town of Salem, he was shocked to see so many murderers going around n Salem, shooting, stabbing, and setting on fire. He wanted to be a Vigilante, who would shoot everyone he found suspicious. However, nobody was suspicious, and random lynches were often, leading to innocent town members to be wrongfully killed.

After going through this for four days, the Vigilante (latter Jailor) wanted real leads as to who the bad guys were, so he went to the mayor for advice. After a long meeting, realizing how nobody seems to be heard and that no claims of roles were made, the Mayor gave the Jailor permission and money to build a jail and interrogate the person. The Jailor was allowed three executions, but would lose executing privileges if he executed a town member. The Jailor agreed.

Now, the town is back in town. The Jailor had taken control of the town and all murderers are now dead. The town can finally sleep in peace.

Slowly, as he walked upon the murky puddles of water, he pulled out a busted lighter for his damp cigarette. Just now had he arrived to Salem, with his overjoyed little sister bouncing around in the bedraggled, unstable carriage, and now he had just noticed a... rotting... hopeless corpse.

"Kelvin was brutally murdered last night." Shouted the irritating announcer, with his low, emotionless voice travelling to the citizen's ears, another thing Edmund regretted when they came to Salem.

"He was the investigator of this town, shot by the Mafia."

So the nosy 'detective' was targeted by the idiotic Mafia, such a waste of a night; Edmund thought. In addition to the bothersome noise, he had to deal with the naive town. While some just minded their own business, most would but in and talk about stupid things, like gossip. Despite the fact that Edmund cursed the talkative citizens and would rather just stay inside with his paper and quill, the brainless mayor had decided that the morning cycle has to be spent outside, even if there was lightning and showers hammering down at every footstep.

Luckily, dusk had just settled. As everyone said their goodbyes, farewells and their prayers, Edmund's sister jumped onto him.

"Can I go to Aunt's house with my dolls?" She said, with a lovable smile and cute voice. Messing up her hair, Edmund allowed her sister to go, skipping all the way there.

He didn't want her to see what was going to happen tonight.

Entering the fresh, new house, he rubbed the used cigarette into ashes and slowly blew it away to the harsh winds. Closing the doors, he grabbed and clutched the nearby lantern, strolling down the stairs into a gloomy, damp cellar. The lantern filled the room with a luminous glow, while the insects quickly scuttled into the hidden cracks. Opposite to Edmund was a shadowed figure.

As Edmund walked closer, the light shone upon the deep bruises and bleeding cuts; it was hard to get him here. Putting on a jet-black cloak and robes, he took the bucket of water and splashed it onto his "prisoner". Instantly he woke up, heavily breathing.

"Wh...wha... Who are you?" He muttered, staring at Edmund.

"I am the Jailor. Speak who you are or else..." He droned back, gripping the revolver in his pocket.

"Whoa... O... Ok. I'm the Doctor of this town, as you can see from my equipment." Swiftly, he revealed his briefcase, full of tongs, prescriptions and medicine. "At night I go around to others to see if they get injured." Edmund didn't believe it one bit.

As quick as a flash, a steel, bloody revolver was pointed to the prisoner's head. "You could very well be our serial killer... Speak one more evidence to prove you are a doctor."

"I know your daughter" The captured man spoke. "She's a wise girl."

"What do you mean?!" Edmund's voice got louder and angrier.

"I was protecting her last night."

A moment of silence appeared in the cellar. Gradually, the rusty handgun dropped down. Concealed, Edmund picked out an old, creased photo of Edmund and her at the beach. Smirking at the photo, he pocketed the revolver.

"You can go." And that was the last of his words

The knife cleanly sliced into his head. As he plummeted down to the stone-cold floor of the cellar, he remembered that day with his little sister.

Hours later, 3 people entered.

"Looks like we were beaten to it..." Mentioned one of them, tall and well-fashioned, wearing a clean suit.

"But there's nearly no mess, we don't need to do much." Sputtered the other, an average-sized foreign man, with a Spanish accent. "But can she do the work?"

The third dropped her briefcase, dolls and make up flying everywhere.

"She can."

(Credit To ChickenPieNuggetz)