Black Crow Island

Preface.

Detective Sam Uley was a rational man, who prided himself in knowing that whatever he was faced with in his line of work, he always kept his emotions in check. He didn't flinch when he saw a bloodstained body buried in the ground, he didn't have to keep himself from throwing up at the sight of a headless corpse or when he faced a body with an axe in the back of its head. He just stayed focused on what he had been trained to do, and solved each case with cold logic.

But right now, Detective Uley was not a rational man. He was a man consumed with rage and disgust to his breaking point, and he now understood the expression 'see red'..

This massacre as he would call it, because there was no other word for it, was getting through his emotional barrier and he could no longer distance himself from what he had before him.

6 bodies had been found all over this island of terror.6 young kids, all with a promising future ahead of them. A future that was now lost.

Detective Uley wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The aggressive storm from last week had passed, and left a warm, damp atmosphere over the island where the crime scene was. He looked around the hall where he was standing; people were scurrying all over the place, and the packed room combined with the disturbing scene before him eventually became too much. With one last look at the two bodies on the floor, which were now surrounded by technicians, Uley turned around and walked out the front door.

The air was easier to breathe out here and he started walking around the huge mansion, occasionally encountering one of his men where they had been assigned to search.

The scene from the mansion was still clear as day in his head, he could still see the victim's faces, frozen in the same expression they had been when death had taken them.

It was the most brutal crime scene he had ever been on, and this was his 23 year on the job. The cold, brutal way each victim had faced their death was haunting, and once again he felt the rage building up inside.

Detective Uley stopped when he was 2 minutes from the house, and looked over the sight before him. The sun was high, there were no clouds covering the clear blue sky, and he could hear the birds singing in the trees behind him. The old house looked grand, beautiful and peaceful from here; there was no indication of the madness had been possessing this island just a few days ago.

Shaking his head, he turned to the trees. He had only walked a few steps before a sound reached him, and he stopped abruptly and listened hard. What had it been? It hadn't sounded like an animal, it sounded human.

Detective Uley placed his hand on his gun, and stepped slowly forward, all his senses on high alert now.

After a few steps he heard the sound again, and his eyes fell on a small, scruffy shed nestled in the thick vegetation. The door was locked with a heavy padlock from the outside, but the door was rotten and mouldy, he knew that he could easily kick it in.

When the sound reached him the third time, he recognized it as a low sob coming from behind the closed door.

He picked his gun up and aimed at the door, stepping forward with caution.

"This is the police. Who is in there?" He called, and then waited.

"Please…" The voice was weak and definitely female, it sounded distorted from crying and Uley immediately tensed up.

"Are you hurt? How many people are in there?"

The voice was a bit louder when it reached him this time. "I'm not hurt, I don't think so at least. It's no one else here, I'm alone" The female repeated, and her voice cracked at the end.

Detective Uley quickly called on his radio, requesting backup and ordering for one of them to bring a crowbar with him.

"Just stay calm, we're gonna get you out of there. I need you to move away from the door until I tell you to, do you understand me?" He called, walking a bit closer to the shed.

"I understand" The voice answered, and he could hear shuffling from inside when she obeyed his order.

2 minutes later his backup appeared, and officer Clearwater walked up to him with a crowbar in his hand, giving it to Detective Uley.

"All right everyone, step back and wait for my orders." He called as he walked to stand in front of the shed, placing the crowbar so that he just had to use little force to bend the lock away.

When the door fell open, a foul odour hit him. It smelled like rot and death mixed together, and he felt like throwing up when it filled his nostrils.

He had to blink a few times before his eyes got used to the darkness in the shed, and when he could see, his eyes widened in shock.

Sitting against the wall, as far from him in the small shed as possible, was a girl. Her face was white as bone, her hair tangled with what he believed to be dried blood and the circles under her eyes were almost purple. The girl had her knees pulled up and held her arms around them, rocking back and forth with a hollow expression on her face.

When she spoke again, her voice was empty with any emotion. She stared right at him and what he saw in her eyes scared him even more than the massacre he had witnessed in the mansion.

"Is it over? Is it really over?"

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