I don't own Town of Salem.


Chapter 1

Day Two

The sun was partially up when people were walking outside. It was another chilly day, and the snow was still on the ground, footsteps on it, creating a little groove. The mafia were clean- they erased the tracks from Nick's house to Peter's house, as well as the from godfather's house to the victim's house. Two bodies, with only one knife stab through their heart, had a bloody note on their chest, as well as a will in their hand.

They all seemed to gasp when they saw the bodies- one was Carrie Kourmine, and the other was Andy Diaz. They were both still- other than the fact that they had blood all over them, they looked like they were sleeping. In fact, Carrie had a smile on her face, and it was strange, looking at them like this. Strange. The blood around them were all red, and it looked like way too much blood to be able to fit into a single human.

The rest of the town seemed to freeze in their steps when they saw the bodies. At least, until they began to mutter. The muttering got louder and louder, until they became actual town conversation.

"Why would anyone do this?" Leona Gardener asked, both hands on her head. "We're going to die at this rate!"

"The serial killers and the mafia did this!" John Coleman yelled. "We must find them!"

There was silence as soon as he said this, and then Garwin Webb asked, "How do you know? How do you know that it's not only two serial killers, but one serial killer and mafia?"

Even more silence.

"I know because it seems reasonable! Why don't we take a look at the death notes and see?" John asked, talking without showing any sign of panicking.

Garwin smiled and walked over to Isabelle's body, and gingerly took the death note and the will from her. He opened the death note and read, "She is dead, and you will join her. Love, John Coleman." He waved the paper up in the air, and seeing John's paper white face, he asked, "Is this not enough? And let's look at the will."

He opened the will, and read, "Doctor Carrie Kourmine. She was a doctor. Wouldn't killing her reduce the chance of having her heal someone?"

"Nonsense!" John yelled in response. "I've been framed! They wanted me to die! And I blame it on you, Garwin. You put this blame on me." He continued to talk, louder and louder. "You framed me, and you will be lynched by the innocents!"

"But what if you are the serial killer, or the mafia?" Garwin asked, as he looked around, with a confident look.

The town began to whisper to each other in agreement. "I agree with Garwin!" James Simmons yelled. He had this confused look on his face, like he wasn't sure why he was agreeing. "John is lying- he probably put his name in the death note to trick us all! So that we wouldn't lynch him!"

John was still paper white as he pointed at James. "You lie! You are mafia, and so are you!" He pointed at Garwin as he took a step backwards.

"Silence." Garwin said, a smile on his face. "You are charged for committing a crime. The crime is treason. Please stand on the platform."

John gulped as he walked up to the platform. He nearly slipped on some of the ice, and then stepped on the chair. He put his neck through the noose, and Garwin pointed at him. "Defend yourself." he said.

John sucked in a breath and said, "I am a retributionist. I will revive Carrie tonight if you let me live. If I die, who will revive the doctor? And besides, if Andy has a more useful role, I may revive him again."

Garwin glanced at Nick. "Go check on Andy."

Nick walked over to Andy and took the death note, as well as the will. He checked his pockets, and it was empty. The will said, "Andy Diaz the Useless Survivor. Please save me; I decided to not vest myself on Night 1."

The death note said, "Goodbye. Nobody will miss you.", followed by a drawing of a heart.

Garwin blinked at John. "So revive the doctor tonight. I will spare you, and I will ask the town to spare you. But if I do not see Carrie alive tomorrow, you will take the blame."

"I will." John said, as he stepped down the chair. "I will revive her. I swear on my life."


Night Two

"Well, Garwin's dead tonight." Carrie said to the medium.

"He might be dead." the medium added. "We don't know if he is dead."

"Yeah, and Carrie will be able to see the real world again, if John is correct." Andy spat bitterly. "And I'll just be here, in the afterlife, talking to you every night until you take your last breath."

"Sorry, Andy." Carrie said, smirking a bit. "You do realize that I healed him night one, right?"

"And not me?" Andy asked. "I was your best friend before- before we came here!"

"This is interesting." the medium said. "Before? Did we even have a life before we came here? My mind is strangely blank; I do not remember anything that happened before this, other than the fact that I moved here because of cheap rent."

"Medium," Carrie said, shaking her ghostly head. "Don't you remember? We all volunteered for Experimental Institution for the Gifted. Or, the EIG. You did as well, my friend."

"I did?" the medium asked, looking confused. "Well, that's weird. I didn't expect the truth to be like this. But is John innocent?"

"I believe he is." Andy answered.

"Yeah." Carrie added. "I believe John is."

"In that case, any tips for me? I don't like it when I get struck by the medium's curse." the medium asked.

"Yes, my dear medium." Andy replied. "Be careful out there."


Nick cursed as he walked through the piles of snow to where the mafia meeting would be. It was in a dark, dark place, where no townie would be able to see them. He walked as fast as he could, but silently at the same time, eager to not allow any of the town members to see him. He walked through snow and someone's house, and he smiled when he reached the meeting spot.

James, Karyn, Jenna, and Leona. They were sitting in a circle, and Nick joined them in their conversation. "So," he began. "Who are we planning to destroy tonight?"

Karyn smiled. "The consigliere here found out that Garwin was escort. He's useless."

"Yeah." Leona said, smiling.

"Seriously?" Jenna asked, looking disgusted. "And he didn't roleblock?"

"Of course he would't." James replied. "He was probably seeing if anything was out of the ordinary."

"Ugh, well, if we knew that, we would have attacked." Jenna said. She found the chance to frame, and winked at James. "Am I correct, Brandon?"

James imitated his voice to the best of his ability and asked, "Don't say my name! There might be a spy here."

"Oh, please, why would there be a spy?" Karyn asked, scoffing. "Okay, then, my friends. You know what to do." She handed out a bunch of envelopes and they opened it in unison. They looked up and nodded at her, and they walked away, not even saying another word.


Brandon, and some other people, Ivy thought. Who were the other mafia anyways?

She shivered under her fur jacket, and walked back home as fast as possible. Her black hair was bobbing up and down, and she was small enough to be able to squeeze into small spaces. At least, until she heard a voice behind her, saying, "I'm behind you~"

She turned around, only to see an envelope. For some reason, even though the mafia meeting only ended a few seconds ago, the envelope was already here. She took it, and opened it, only to find the words Silence is golden, and a detailed description of her mistake.

It was the middle of summer when she decided to participate in the diving contest...

No, she would not think about that. She shook her head, and read the detailed report. The blackmailer even added a picture of her mess, and she growled, walking back home, determined to not allow the blackmailer get to her. She sighed once she got home, and put her head in her hands as soon as she got in, wondering how she got into this mess.


John walked to the graveyard as he took out a vial of clear liquid. He looked for the grave of Carrie, and inhaling, he took off the stopper and said to the grave, "Carrie Kourmine, I bring you back to the world of the living." He tightened his grip on a shovel that he was holding, and poured the clear liquid all over the dirt.

"I'm sorry, Miss Kourmine. I must disrupt your sleep." he muttered, digging up the dirt carefully. He continued to dig and dig until all the soil was gone, and he was staring at Carrie's body, all pale. Her eyes were open, and by the looks of it, she was living. Squealing, she jumped up and hugged John. "I thought you wouldn't do this for me."

John blushed. "Well, it was that, or it was for me to die."

"Shut up." Carrie said, her eyes shining. "You still made a selfless sacrifice."

John hugged her back, and they stood there, hugging each other until John pulled away. "Why are we doing this?" he whispered. "I remember something, but I don't know why we're doing this anyways."

Carrie smiled at first, and then the memories began to fade. Her face turned blank, and she asked, "Why are we doing this?"

John shrugged, but he put his arm around her again. "You must be cold, after coming back from the dead."

Carrie managed a smile. "Not really. I'm actually pretty warm."

"Be quiet." John said, pretending to be stern. "We have to bring you back home."

"Home?" Carrie asked. "Well, sure."

Both John and Carrie walked to Carrie's house, where they fell asleep until the sun came up.


Vanessa was outside of Edward's house. He wasn't inside. She grinned. This would make everything easier. Taking out a gallon of gasoline, she deliberately applied the gasoline to every single part of the house. Using a paintbrush, she painted the gasoline onto the walls and the cabinets. However, she was careful enough to not apply the gasoline to the spots that he would be touching, such as the floor and the doorknobs. She continued to paint the gasoline onto the house, and she applied her last touch- creating a trap.

She put another gallon of gasoline above the door, and used string and other gears to make it so that when Edward opened the door, the gasoline would all be poured onto him. She smiled, proud of her work, and hopped out of the house using the window.

She ran back home and smiled again, proud of her work.


Garwin was not a beautiful woman. No, he was a handsome man, with his brown hair combed and neat, his dark brown eyes that seemed to bore into one's soul (but in a good way), and he was strong. He was tall, as well, and he was able to distract anyone he wanted to.

He wore a leather jacket and tried to make himself look even more handsome. After his transformation, he took out his will and wrote: "Night Two: I decided to role block Brandon. Hope he's not serial killer." He sighed. If Brandon was the serial killer, he would most likely be dead. Oh well. Might as well.

He walked over to Brandon's house, the will in his pocket. He took a deep breath when he reached the front door, and raised his hand, ready to knock on the door. But even before he knocked, the door swung open, and there was Brandon, in clothing covered with blood, and holding a knife. He had a grin on his face, and he looked different. Not like the sane Brandon that was in the circle. No; he looked insane.

Garwin turned around, ready to run, when he saw a shadow jumping from the roof of Brandon's house. That shadow held a knife as well, and he was wearing black clothing. He even decided that it was a good idea to cover every single part of him (except for his eyes) up, and Garwin saw those familiar dark brown eyes.

"James," he whispered. He hoped that James would kill Brandon for him, but all he did was say, "Sorry, Garwin. It's time."

Garwin turned around again, and Brandon was walking towards him, an insane look in his eyes. "It is time."

Garwin was only able to let out a loud scream as James and Brandon attacked.


Peter walked over to Ivy Curtis's house and looked through her window, only to see devices that could mean two things: Ivy was a blackmailer, or a spy. There were cabinets in her house as well, and files on top of her table. Otherwise, she was a normal person, and she shouldn't be suspected. But these files? Oh, she might be a blackmailer. But it was nice to think that Ivy didn't blackmail him. No, not at all.

He sighed as he walked back home, only to see a shadow running in and out again. He immediately yelled, "Hey!" and ran straight to his house, terrified about what might happen. Was the shadow an arsonist? A blackmailer? A framer? He didn't know. He continued to run, faster and faster, not even feeling tired. He heard a scream- a masculine scream- and froze. Who was screaming? And why did it have to be so goddamn loud? He shrugged, confused, and continued to run back to his own house to see what was wrong.

He ran home, only to see his door open. He slowly walked in, terrified of what might happen. It was all dark, and mysterious, and he didn't really notice anything different, except he smelled something that was great. It was a combination of flowers and air freshener, but that just made him more suspicious. He turned on the lights, and was greeted with a normal house.

"What the hell?" he muttered.

He sat down at a nearby table, and put his head in his hands, wondering what could have happened.


Edward Warren was taking a walk around the town, at least, until he returned home. He didn't smell anything different, but when he opened the door, a gallon of gasoline drenched him. He took a deep breath, panicked, and ran to open a faucet or something. Nothing. He continued to run, checking all the faucets in his house, only to find that they were all broken or something. Feeling tears swelling up in his eyes, he knew that his life was going to end someday. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, it was going to end.

He took a paper towel and tried to clean off the gasoline, not noticing that his entire house was covered in gasoline.


"They're failing."

The man sitting at the screens snickered as his partner frowned. "They're our smartest. They're supposed to be able to live. What happened?"

"Scientist Warren- you know, the guy that injected animal genes into himself- was doused by Agent Li. Agent Webb was killed by both Scientist Joans and Representative Simmons." the man at the screens said, pushing his glasses up. "They're all going to die in a matter of days, at least, until the bad ones start to die."

His partner seemed to laugh. "Remember the other person? He said that they would adjust and calm down. What's the chance of happening now?"

"The person says that it's possible, but it's now a slim chance." the man who said that they would adjust as time passed was at the door, glowering at his colleagues. "And they might. As I said, it would take time."

"Pah!" the guy at the screens exclaimed. "Like that's going to happen."

The man at the door turned around and walked away, ignoring the laughter of his colleagues.