Bullet of Justice (Town of Salem #1) ✔

Night 1 - The Jailor

NIGHT 1 - THE JAILOR

The sky above my head turned grey until the clouds were no longer visible in my sight. Hurriedly, I went inside my shack and shut the door close. I walked around my tiny home, exploring every single detail brain could capture. A tiny wooden table caught my attention, so I went closer to see it clearer.

Lying on the smooth wooden surface of the table is a gun. An ordinary pistol gun, to be specific. Beside it were three bullets, symbolizing the only three chances I can use my weapon for justice. The first night begins at this very moment, and I have vowed to spare my gun until the second night comes.

I've been sitting for several hours, silently wishing that my life would be spared tonight, the same way I spared my gun. Hearing no sounds of footsteps, I was able to breathe deeply. There were also no fragments of moving shadows. Maybe it was really destined for me to be spared tonight.

I closed my eyes. Slowly.

Darkness. That is all I could see.

Silence. That is all I could hear.

A single touch. That is all I could feel.

I was awakened by a single touch on my face. I felt soft palms caressing my cheekbones, all the way down to my chin. The thin fabric of my shirt could feel the cold, hard surface on my back.

Gently, I opened my eyes and revealed a pale redhead girl kneeling beside me. Immediately, I sat up and looked around. Everything in this place is covered with white walls. Without thinking twice, I stood up and searched for a way out.

Obviously, this place is not my home. The shack was surely dark and creepy but this place gave me unwanted chills. The aura was too bright and the unfamiliarity brought my hormones to a sudden rush.

I ended up running endlessly, finding myself cornered in the same hallways. Back and forth, I checked every wall to find an escape door, but found nothing. The entire place was trapped with metal rails and there is no way out.

"You can't escape until the sun rises again." Says a voice behind me. I looked around and saw the pale redhead girl sitting beside me when I gained consciousness.

"W-Who are you? W-Where am I?" I took small steps backward until I reached a wall that traps me to a dead end. Nervously, I reached for my pocket and was disappointed to find it empty.

Then I realized that even if I brought my gun with me, I would be forbidden to shoot on the first night.

The girl softly chuckled. Oh, she must be very happy to find herself fortunate for resisting my bullet of justice. I was frozen on my spot, unable to move because of the wall behind my back. I'm trapped!

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. You are a hundred percent safe with me." She gladly extended her arm, waiting for me to accept it. I examined her from head to toe. It seems like she is telling the truth. I can tell it by the way she brings herself.

Though I can't fully rely my one hundred percent trust on her, I held her hand and firmly shook it. I felt no sign of harm, just a little spark of awkwardness.

"By the way, my name's Hayley. Welcome to jail, stranger."

Hayley. Knowing that she's the Jailor, I'm positive that I could trust her. Unless, she chooses to execute me.

"I'm no stranger. My name's Evan, the so-called heroic Vigilante. Now tell me, how did I get here?" I lightly scratched my head as I waited for her answer.

She winked her eye and gave me a playful look. "Ain't no Mafia's gonna see us teleporting. You see, I visited your home earlier and you were unconsciously sleeping on the chair, drooling."

She pointed the sides of her mouth which got me a bit pissed off for making such an exaggerated demonstration.

"You're crazy."

"I know."

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As I gained consciousness, I felt myself sitting on a chair with my left cheek pressed on the wooden table. My palms felt the coldness of the scattered bullets. I opened my eyes and saw the rusty door of the shack, and realized I was back home.

When I stepped outside, I went straight to the battlefield. My eyes traced the circumference and saw two bodies on the ground, cold and lifeless. The girl had a gunshot wound on her chest while the guy had a knife on his hand. A bloody piece of paper was found inside the girl's pocket, a last will for everyone to see.

Night 1- Visited the rainbow painted house. Crazy.

After reading her last will, her dead body was brought to the graveyard. The guy on the other hand, had no proof of evidence except for a sharp piece of knife and a stab on his lower abdomen. He was the Serial Killer who probably murdered himself. His body was also brought to the graveyard.

Sound of murmurs filled the place. Everywhere, there are people whispering to each other. I stretched my neck and looked for Hayley, hoping I could find someone to talk to while everybody is busy having their own suspicions. I saw her standing still, her feet glued to the ground and her eyes were focused on the playful movement of her fingers. She seems so uneasy.

Almost everyone did the same thing. They looked at Hayley, then resume to whispering, looked at her again and resumed to whispering.

Are they having suspicions on her?

"That redhead has been so quiet since a while ago." A tall, stout, blonde guy shouted pointing at Hayley.

"Yeah. See how she plays with her fingers? I can easily tell that she's guilty about the incident." A girl with pixie cut accused.

People exchanged yells in unison. Almost everyone accused her name and agreed to put her on trial. While she remained silent, not even defending her self.

Her feet dragged her to the circle of death, her position was perfect for everyone to see. Her eyes remained fixed on the ground.

"Guilty!"

"Innocent!"

"Guilty!"

"Guilty!"

"Abstain!"

Her fate of survival was on our hands. The Town badly needs her. She's the Jailor.

"I was in the jail with her last night!" I screamed with all my might.

All eyes were focused on me. I couldn't move, not even a single finger. I pointed my gaze towards her and saw a tear fall on her cheek. I ran towards her and stepped inside the circle.

"Hey," I went closer and cupped her face. I can feel her cheeks wet from the tears that keep on flowing from her eyes.

I glanced at my watch. The clock was ticking too fast. Sooner or later, she will be hanged to death.

"Come on, tell everyone you're with me last night." I held her hands tightly and faced the crowd. "Tell them."

Still, she remained silent. Her mouth was thoroughly shut and no word ever escaped.

"Alright then, defend yourself!" An Asian guy of white complexion shouted in the crowd.

She looked down and let the tears drown her emotions. A thought came across my mind, though I'm not sure if it's true.

Hayley's been blackmailed by the Mafia.

I knew it.