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The Veteran laughed in the darkness. Afraid of the dark, no way. Afraid of the monsters in the bed? The man with his hand on trigger of a gun laughed nervously. He wasn't scared of anything he had told himself. Sure he was a past war time hero, but he was so used to ambushes and life threatening situations that it made the man simply neurotic. His heart pulsed with ever sound that was made and just a simply shadow would make him pull the trigger. Yes, he was this scared of death. How could he not, seeing so many die in horrible ways. All he knew from being kidnapped and miraculously escaping his enemies was that there was no mercy. His thoughts suddenly stopped at the sound of a door creaking open. Sweat began to show on his face as the steps started to become louder as it headed his way. Heart pounding like crazy, he lifted the gun up to the door. Suddenly the door opened and he pulled the trigger. The stranger had dropped and so had his sense of worry. It was done. It was over. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to axlorg89)

The pain in his knee flared up again. The Veteran scowled at it. He didn't mind the pain, but he could have done without the memories it brought. The cursed Battle of Barrow Hill. He shuddered. So many people died that day. Yes, they had won ultimately, but the price for victory had been high. The Veteran had seen friend after friend fall to gunshots or explosions, unable to save them. After the war he had settled in a small town called Salem to find some peace, but it wasn't meant to be. Lately town members have been disappearing, sometimes found brutally murdered in their homes. "Human nature never changes", thought the Veteran. He knew the shape of the world, knew how it worked. But he'd be damned if he accepted it without a fight. Jaw clenched he dismantled and cleaned his old rifle. A fine piece of craftsmanship from years gone by. Old as it was, it still packed a punch. "And so do I", thought the Veteran. "Sooner or later they'll come for me. And when they do, I'll be ready." With a satisfying clicking sound he put the last piece of the rifle back together. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Erzberger

He runs through it again in his head. He was only 18 when he was drafted into the war, no man, no he was a boy, should have to go through that. He given a gun and a direction, and was sent off. Supposedly a mindless killing machine, but it's not that simple. When the war finally ended, after watching both friends and enemies die slowly and painfully in front of him, he was the same. Nobody would be the same after going through what he's seen. Yet, according to the government, he was ready to just go back to society. He wakes up screaming in a cold sweat, and reaches for the .44 revolver in his nightstand, just in time to hear the door creak open. BAM! He shoots and the person in the doorway staggers before falling, and quickly another comes through the doorway, BAM! A second shot rings out, and another figure comes through the door, again he shoots, BAM! No matter how many he shoots down, they just keep coming. Only when he's out of bullets do the figures stop coming. When the sun creeps out from behind the clouds, the Veteran finally moves from his bed, and he hasn't slept all night. He checks the bodies, to see he's killed the Mafioso, Disguiser, and Janitor. But he also got the Sheriff, Investigator, and the Transporter. He can't tell if he's done more good or bad, but he doesn't care. He just knows that there will be more sleepless nights in Salem. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to williamthered)

The Veteran goes home a happy man knowing that there is one less Mafia on the loose and has been hung thanks to him. He turns off his light and goes to his chair for a nice cold drink sitting in the dark. Outside, the Godfather wants vengeance for his killed family member so he decided to take matters into his own hands, telling his Disguiser to clean up the mess once he is done and take his place. Sneaking into his house at night to stop from being noticed by the other townsmen, he sees the man enjoying his drink and walks up behind him pointing a gun at his head, saying "You killed my men... now it's your turn." Firing his gun, the body falls flat on the floor only for the lights to turn on. It turned out to be a dummy. The Veteran stands behind him, and only says one word before pulling the trigger; "Boo." Later on the Disguiser comes over to make an outfit out of the clothes the Veteran left behind only to find his Godfather dead on the floor. The last thing he hears is the sound of a firing pin release. The Veteran calmly drags the bodies into the street for the Town to see the next day. (unregistered contributor)

A crazed woman sits outside her brightly-lit porch with a loaded shotgun, eyeing anyone that walks past his house. She used to be a renowned general in the army, now on an early retirement after her mind went crazy after seeing her best friend killed in action. He aims her gun at a nearby Escort, but the Escort runs away in fear before she can pull the trigger. Her mind constantly grinding about her friend, she doesn't notice the Serial Killer creeping up behind her. Before the sociopath raises his knife, she quickly twirls around, smacks him in the head with the butt of the shotgun and knocks him to the floor. His bleeding, and barely alive body writhes in pain as the Veteran aims the gun at his head. She mutters the final words, "Goodbye, old friend." as he shoots his head clean off, and drags his lifeless body to the middle of the town... (credit to Squiddington)

The Veteran was once known as a hero from a long forgotten War. He came back paranoid that everyone was out to get him. On some nights when it is at its worst the Veteran grabs his trusty rifle and aims the barrel at the door, killing anyone who dares to enter. However, after three nights like this, the veteran realises he is safe and calms down. He vows to never pick up his rifle again no matter what the case. (unregistered contributor)

Try as he might, the Veteran could not shake the past visions he had of sleeping during the war and his camp getting ambushed by enemies in the middle of the night. He barely made it out alive and since then, the Veteran has had trouble controlling his paranoia. Tonight was a sleepless night for the Veteran, as the memories returned again. He felt really bad, like it was going to happen. Another part of him thought he was being too paranoid. Still, the Jailor and Escort had been killed last night. Finally, the Veteran decides to stay up tonight, having being unable to get a wink of sleep. He yanks down the blinds around his windows, turns off all the lights of his house, and prepares a dummy in the form of pillows dressed in his clothes and bed sheets for arms and legs. He places it in his kitchen, slumped on the dining table and prepares an audio recording of himself snoring, placing it under the dining table. He intentionally placed a desk lamp on its side, still on as if to suggest he knocked it over when falling asleep. Then he grabs his favorite rifle, one he used to survive in the trenches and hides himself behind one of his couches against the wall. His training had taught him how to hide himself effectively behind cover and leave the enemy unaware of his location. He waited, and he waited. At long last, he heard the sound of a door opening. Someone was coming into his home, just as he suspected they would! There was a shuffling noise as the intruder was drawn to the kitchen where the snoring emanated from. Carefully, the Veteran sneaks into a good spot. There is a cocking noise, and the figure speaks up, holding a pistol to the back of the dummy. "Boss said to put you down, you rat." The Veteran leaps up, looking for the source of the intruder's voice, right as the Mafioso pulls the trigger. The shot rings out through the kitchen and the muzzle of the Mafioso's pistol flashes, lighting up the kitchen as well as the Mafioso. The Veteran only needs that split second of light to find the Mafioso's head and fire, putting a bullet clean through the Mafioso's head. The Mafioso collapses, and the Veteran quickly drags the body upstairs to his room to hide it, shuts the door again, then returns to his hiding place. Within ten minutes, the door opens once more and another figure enters the kitchen, drawn to the uninterrupted snoring. The Veteran listens and waits. There is a sharp noise of a knife being unsheathed and the Veteran sees the figure bury a knife in the dummy's back, the desk lamp lighting up the Serial Killer's hand. With lightning fast reactions, the Veteran follows the lit-up arm to where he suspects the Serial Killer's head is, and claims his second kill of the night. The Veteran repeats the ritual of dragging the body up to his room, shutting the door, and waiting for any more intruders. However, nobody else decides to intrude on the Veteran for this night and as the sun rises over the town, the Veteran finally leaves his post, now knowing that any more intruders will see the obvious dummy now. He disassembles the dummy, shuts off the recorded snoring, and drags the two bodies into the centre of town, before putting the blinds over his windows up and his rifle away. His night of paranoia had been well worth it, after all. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

They all thought that he was just a paranoid and delusional war hero, who came back not the same person he once was. They all thought… that he was crazy, and would just shoot anyone who entered his door. He would do that, yes, but he played his cards the best he could today. The Veteran was a lot more cunning than anyone in the town thought, and he had put a target on his back today for the sole reason of attracting the baddies right to his door.

He entered his house the same way as every citizen, good or bad did. But little did the town know that tonight he’s peeking his senses and going on alert. He exited the back door and climbed the ladder to the top of his roof, rifle in hand. He lied down on his stomach, aiming the gun down toward the stone path leading toward his doorstep. He watched, as at least ten of his other fellow town members wandered their way silently around the circular town of Salem, avoiding the light, and each other. He didn’t care about them, but in fact, those who approached his abode.

He lowered his gun for a second to shuffle the sweat out of his sandy brown hair, and raised it again to see a shadowed figure cloaked in secretive clothes begin to stride their way up to his door, just turning onto the stone path. The Veteran gave a small breath of internal laughter at the idiocy of this murderer… as he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. He laughed louder now, standing up, and slid down the ladder. He didn’t care who he killed, all that mattered was that they were dead. He placed a final note down on the body, and kicked it onto the ring of stone surrounding the gallows. The message of the Veteran stood strong the next day: “Never mess with a seasoned veteran while he’s sleeping, fool,”. (Credit to ZathusTheMageV).

The old war veteran got his gun ready. The Spy, having listened in on the Arsonist talking to himself, had told him that the crooked pyromaniac was planning to douse him that night. The Veteran had many close friends and family killed by the Arsonist, and he didn’t want to be the next victim to the deranged man. He pondered why the Arsonist was such an evil guy; maybe he had grown up in a rough family, or maybe he was fascinated with fire all his life and one day took his interests too far? The veteran started to wonder if the Arsonist maybe was truly a nice guy, but it wasn’t long before he heard someone walk through his door. The Vet grabbed his gun, ran towards the foe, and shot him down. Smiling, he looked down at the dead body. However, his pride soon turned into terror, as the corpse in front of him was not holding gasoline, but rather a surgical kit. (Credit to Mudkip755).

Shotgun in hand, the Veteran hides behind a crude barrier made from furniture and random pieces of junk. He had been a hero in the war, when he was drafted in, he was unadorned, but now he was decorated with shiny gold medals and highly revered by his fellow comrades. Most of which had died fighting for their cause. In horrible ways that no one could imagine. Land mines, flamethrowers, even spartans' pits had been used to kill the Veteran's comrades one by one. He had personally witnessed most of these killings, and went insane after watching blood splatier and flesh rip countless times. Yet, doctors from both the military and commercial worlds had deemed him fit to go back to society. With no social skills, as well as having a tendency to stay up all night and shoot anyone who enters.

The Veteran thinks back to the deaths of his buddies. He remembers a particularly grisly one where a flamethrower was involved. This thought leads his mind to thinking of the Arsonist, who prowled the town with a can of gasoline, a wooden stick and a lighter. The Spy had overheard the Arsonist telling the Survivor about his plan to douse the Veteran, and so the Veteran had decided to go on a killing spree that night.

The door opens, and a man armed with a machine gun strides in and begins looking for his quarry. The Veteran points his gun at the person and pulls the trigger, and the man's head explodes. Then, a man with a bloody knife walks in. Again, a trigger is pulled and a head blown to atoms. Another two people, one carrying makeup and another with a mop. Turned into corpses. More people then start coming, carrying various items, like bulletproof vests, surgical gear, crime scene kits and condoms. One person even carries a wand. Another in a police uniform. But still no one carrying gasoline. Out of curiosity, the Veteran looks out the window. There, in a bush, someone with binoculars and a notebook. Transmogrified into a corpse within seconds.

As the night drags on, no one walks in, yet the Veteran keeps his gun at the ready. Finally, at about five in the morning, a man wearing an asbestos suit and carrying a jerrycan walks in, whistling. As he unscrews the cap, the slide of a shotgun is racked. As the pyromaniac turns around to face the source of the sound, the sickly grin of the Veteran is the last thing sees before a brilliant flash of light erupts from the tube.

The next morning, the Mayor, Survivor, Spy, Jailor, and Vigilante are shocked at the carnage. Thirteen people had been killed the previous night. One, who was the Godfather, executed by the Jailor, and the rest by the man standing across from the Spy. The Mayor walks over and asks for the man's identity.

"I am the Veteran."(Credit to Cptrockets30)