I do not own Town of Salem. :)
And besides, I will be changing some things. Full moons are on every 3rd night, not every 2nd. Veterans, Janitors, and Vigs (as well as other roles that have restrictions) will now have 5 bullets/alerts/etc.
More changes will be announced in future chapters!
Prologue
Day One
Snow was falling from the skies, bit by bit. It gathered on the grass and on the roofs of the houses. There was a contraption in the center, made out of wood. It was covered in snow, as well as the chair below the contraption. There was a rope, hanging from the build, and it was dripping with icicles. The platform that it was placed on was made out of stone, and it was somehow not covered in snow.
Meanwhile, fifteen people were just standing in a circle, unsure of what to do. They were having their own little conversations, secretly. There was no sun, but they knew that it was almost nighttime. And they didn't want it to be nighttime.
They didn't like the world they were in. But they had to go here because this place, the town of Salem, had cheap rent, and they had special skills that allowed them to live here. The brochure promised a life that would require no work and no life-threatening events. And thanks to the contract that they signed when they were moving in, they couldn't move out, or they would be forced to pay an extra amount of millions. For some reason.
There were people of different ages and sizes. They all looked different, and nobody looked the same. They all came alone, and not in a group. They were all in different clothing, and not the same.
They continued to whisper and talk when the snow suddenly stopped, revealing the sun, which was starting to set. The whispering and the muttering got louder and louder as the sun finally set, and it was nighttime. They all grumbled in fear, as well as misery, and walked back into their homes.
Night One
One person walked back to their house and immediately went through his files. 15 people, including him. They were all different, and all their information was...
Here. A house with many cabinets, and they were all filled with paper. There were so many papers that putting all of his papers on a scale would result in a weight that was heavier than an elephant, but he enjoyed it. The heavier they were, the better.
Because these papers contained information. Information that he enjoyed using, especially against people. Looking through his entire collection of papers, he found the fifteen that he needed, including his own, which was a very, very thick pile. He smiled a smile that one would make if they were watching the world burn, and read all of them.
Garwin Webb, age 22
Carrie Kourmine, age 19
Brandon Joans, age 20
Karyn Campbell, age 20
Andy Diaz, age 21
Michelle Tran, age 19
John Coleman, age 20
Vanessa Li, age 20
James Simmons, age 19
Jenna Wells, age 20
Edward Warren, age 21
Leona Gardner, age 20
Peter Chen, age 19
Ivy Curtis, age 20
Too bad there were no roles. He took one last look at all of them before gritting his teeth. He didn't know if they were mayor or something. He put the files all in a separate pile.
And then the last file. His own file, which was huge. He gave it a quick skim before putting it back in the cabinet. But the information in the folder was private, and if anyone got to it, he would die. Well, no, he would cry first, before dying. He took one last look at the folder before receiving a letter through the slot in his door. He opened it and it read,
Peter Chen
He took Peter's files and took out the file that seemed to be very, very embarrassing. He copied it again by hand and put it in a separate envelope, as well as a message in Latin. "Silentium est aureum," he wrote on another piece of paper, as well as the translation right below it. He put these contents in the envelope, and sealed it, before running out the door to put the envelope through the door slot. He grinned at his work as he walked back home, at least, before hearing a gunshot and a scream. Without thinking, he began to run as fast as he could, back home, smiling when he remembered that this was the work of his godfather. The one that would be in charge of all the killing and whatnot. He opened the door and quickly shut it, before walking up to his bedroom and falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
But he knew that he was careless with one thing. He placed a stamp with a pictures of a rose, its thorns nice and sharp, on the envelope. Why? It was his symbol. The symbol of thorns, for Nick Espina.
He seemed to smile in his sleep, thinking that this would be a wonderful home.
Somebody was sleeping soundly in his bed, at least, until he heard the slot open and close. Panicking, Peter ran down the stairs and opened the envelope that was addressed to him. This could not be happening, he thought. I will not be-
Blackmailed. He was blackmailed. He found information on what happened a year ago, when he was a careless 18-year-old. When he drank too many bottles of beer and ended up running, naked, down Times Square, before the cops caught him. And even worse, the blackmailer took time sketching his naked body, running down Times Square.
He took out the second piece of paper that was in the envelope, and ready, "Silence is golden." He knew what was going to happen. He had to shut up and keep his mouth shut, or else, this information will be going around the town, making him a miserable Peter. He groaned as he noticed the stamp on the envelope. A rose, with thorns on it. Interesting. It must be a family mark or a stamp. Peter sighed and lay his head on the table as he wondered how he would be able to live in this world.
Well, today, a world with silence. He wondered how he would live in a world of silence.
One was listening to the sound of everyone sleeping, with the exception of fourteen people as they were off doing their own thing in the middle of the night. They were watching the screens carefully, when they saw a flash of red on the screen. Grimacing in unison, one of them wrote something down on their notepad. They were failing, but they were supposed to be gifted. The people that they sent in were also skilled... but in the art of killing instead.
They sighed as they continued to watch the screens to see what they would do. They were pressing buttons, over and over, looking at a different person each time they were pressing the button, until one shouted, "Action on Camera 11!"
They all switched to Camera 11, where they saw Nick Espina giving Peter Chen a piece of paper. They were starting to complain, about how useless this was, and how they would all die in a matter of days.
At least, until someone said, "No. I believe they will live. It will only take time. They were once allies, and now they are strangers. Well, most of them were once allies. It will take time, I promise. It will take time."
And that's it! A quick introduction of only two of our characters, as well as something else...
Each chapter will most likely be day and night combined. :)
See you soon! (Reviews please)
-Lightstars