*This is my third story! …In progress. You'll be surprised what sort of ideas will pop in your head overtime. I do not own Yugioh 5D's and anything else I'm not allowed to own.

*Anyways, please review this first chapter and give me your feedback on how to make it better. Thank You!

Summary: Carly just received a letter from her long-time pen pal, Mirabella, that she is getting married in 2 weeks. Mirabella has always valued Carly as her closest friend, mainly because she's the only friend Mirabella has. With her and her fiancée's extended families accounted for, Mirabella sends Carly the only two remaining invitations to the wedding. Excited, Carly coaxes Jack to travel with her to Mirabella's hometown; to the suburban, mountainside town of Corbenic. Famous for its beautiful construction settlement and lush forests, Jack and Carly are easily relaxed by the change of scenery. However, before the two of them even reach the town, the unthinkable happens and their lives are left hanging by a thread. Afterwards, Jack and Carly notice a bizarre string of unexplainable events happening in the quiet paradise. Strange noises and rustling through the woods, construction machines and cars suddenly go on a rogue rampage, and the townsfolk are falling victim to a serious chain of "accidents" all over the mountain. Jack becomes edgy to the brink of paranoia and Carly becomes fearful for everyone's life. When stubborn Mirabella absolutely forbids anyone to skip town or to postpone the wedding, Carly and Jack will have no choice but to find out who's doing this before there are any more casualties. This won't be easy for a teenage couple with no detective training whatsoever, no idea why this is happening, and no possible way to keep out of danger. Their only leads are the broken scenes of the crimes, and a stunning red feather…

~Welcome to Corbenic~

"Ooh, Jackie! Isn't this exciting?"

"Mmm."

Jack and Carly were at the rear seat of a cable car, suspended several hundred feet from the ground. A variety of people near the front were all crammed together, fighting to look through the front window to the ascending mountain. The painfully obvious tourists were flailing against each other in a loud commotion, trying to take in the sights or get a snapshot of the tranquil woods. The more intelligent people were seated near where Jack and Carly was, waiting patiently as the car made its steady climb up to the sky.

Outside the red car, a wooded jungle surrounds the mountain, most of it untouched by man. A chain of waterfalls overlap each other as they tumbled down all sides of the mountain, each one facing a specific direction. Birds and other woodland animals are seen prancing around the thick trees below, and the early afternoon sunlight gave some visibility through the wispy mist left over from the early morning fog. Jack was sitting on a rusty bench, eyes closed and half asleep. Carly was staring at a few pages of paper in her hands, two rectangular and colorful invites and a letter written by hand.

Jack popped one eye lazily open, glanced at the letter, and then to Carly's face. "Carly?" he mumbled.

Carly snapped out of her daze and stared at her blond and bored date. "Yes?"

"Where exactly is this place we're heading to?"

A sweatdrop is visible on Carly's head. "Uh, Jack? Didn't I tell you about it a few hours ago?"

"I wasn't paying attention." Jack stretched and put one arm around Carly's shoulder. "Too busy daydreaming and night-dreaming to notice. (YAWN) We're going to a what-now? A birthday?"

Carly rolled her eyes and groaned. "No, Jack! We're going to a wedding! Here!" Carly said as she shoved one of the invitations in his hand, "It says 'You are invited to witness the holy matrimony of Sergio Ferncloud and Mirabella Westar.' There's the time, the date, and everything! Here!" She took Jack's initiation and gave him the letter. "This is the letter she wrote me!"

Jack blinked again and slowly read the scripted handwriting of the mystery bride.

Dear Carly,

It's been, like, so long since we've last seen each other or sent each other pictures or stuff like that. I've received your gift of those awesome books I've been looking for; they are so cool! Those mystery novels were supposed to be sold out in my town for, like, a month and I was getting really tired of looking for each one individually. I was so grateful for you to go to the trouble of sending me the complete series of Little Trouble, that I didn't know how I could ever repay you! Then, I thought to myself, 'Hey! Why don't I invite Carly to my home and we could, like, catch up and stuff! That would be so cool!' So, I sent you two tickets to my exclusive wedding up here in Corbenic! I sent you an extra ticket to bring a date or a friend or something. Besides, my family and my boo's family took up like 98% of the guest list, already. I so can't wait to see you and your friend in person. I'll be at the Four Falls Resort waiting for you with a yummy penthouse suite ready for you. Can't wait to see ya!

Love you,

Mirabella

Jack yawns and blinks again. "Mirabella sounds like a real party girl, Carly. How did you two know each other?"

"Mirabella was my assigned pen pal back in the 4th grade." Carly exclaimed, "At first, we didn't exactly have anything in common, but the more we wrote to each other, the more we grew on each other! Mirabella and I have been sending each other letters, present, and secrets for years now. Overtime, we saw each other once or twice when we were younger, but our friendship was based mostly on letters. And we were both comfortable with that. We didn't even bother giving each other phone numbers or stuff like that. I offered to exchange numbers once, but Mirabella wrote that it makes her mom happy to see her writing and practicing her penmanship. She has beautiful handwriting, don't you thing?"

"Wonderful, but tell her that she doesn't have to put the word 'like' after every three words." Jack replied as he flung the paper back to her. Carly looked at the letter happily one last time, then she stuck the letter and the invitations into the brown satchel she was carrying.

Carly scoots closer to Jack, allowing him to hold her tighter. "Can you believe this beautiful moment is really happening, Jackie?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "No, I can't. I also can't believe you made me come with you on a 5 hour flight to some wedding in the backwoods!"

"Jack!"

"WHAT?"

The two began to silently bicker as the cable car edges closer to the loading station on the top of the mountain. Suddenly, there was a violent bump, and the cable car hopped up and down, shaking the startled tourists inside. Jack and Carly were tossed on the floor, like someone just pushed them out of their seats. Carly holds on to her bag, and Jack clutches her waist for dear life. The disturbance stops as suddenly as it came, and half of the passengers were on the floor of the car. The rest were gripping on the car poles or on the edges of the seats for support. Some of the people began to worry, most shouting and swearing.

At the front, a full grown man in a black tuxedo and small hat stands up and steadies himself on his brown, wooden cane. He was a white male with green eyes, chestnut hair, and a curved mustache that concealed his upper lip. "Now, now folks!" He stated in a western tone, "No need to be disgruntle. Bumps like this happen with the cable cars all the time! There is no need to start a-Whoa!"

Another vicious tremor runs through the cable car, knocking the man right of his feet. He fell flat on his face as his cane is knocked out of his hand and tumbles to the back of the car. Jack reaches out a free hand and grabs the cane as it flew through the air. Jack and Carly look up to see the stranger crawl his way to the couple.

"Well, I guess these disturbances are a little abnormal. But, we shouldn't fret and start imagining the worst. Positive thinking, my boy. Trust me." The man smiles as he edges closer to Jack and Carly.

As he reached them, the shakes become even more aggressive and the car is tossed back and forth, slamming the passengers to the sides. Jack drops the cane and huddles Carly closer to him, covering her head with one hand. The gentleman quickly snatches up his cane and grips a metal safety pole for dear life. Even with the violent shudders, the car still claws its way up to the landing dock.

Outside on the landing dock, several bystanders watch helplessly as the cable car shakes uncontrollably. There was no heavy wind or earthquakes happening on their side of the mountain, yet the car is tossed repeatedly to each side. As witnesses call for police, the workers try to stop the cable car from continuing any further. They too want the passengers out of the car, but it could spell disaster for the car to be still moving while the cable is moving.

The workers finally give up, stating how the control's must've been tampered with. As they looked out the window, the car continues to inch closer. It's still a few yards away, and the car seems to be able to hold on long enough to reach the station. Even with the passengers shaking and wobbly inside. The cable car moves close enough for some of the witnesses to see the passengers through the window, until...

BOOM!

A section of the cable suddenly breaks in two, right before the cable car. The section connected to the station snaps back and smashes through the loading dock, crumbling metal and glass. The workers duck as the cable whips through one of the windows, narrowly missing a younger worker. The cable car and remaining line drops like a rock into the woodland below, breaking trees and smashing through branches.

"I think someone was thinking negatively, chief." Jack yelled over the cries and rushing wind. The gentleman rolled his eyes.

Jack, Carly, and the passengers scream and grip to benches and poles, praying for some form of miracle to happen. The car plummets to the ground and slides back down the mountain at top speed. the cable is still attached to the top of the car and is dragged along with the prisoners. Everyone's teeth chatter and bones shiver as the car continues to slide over moss and dirt. The car was heading to a steep, 20-story drop off a cliff and into a solid stone floor that waited for them at the base. The car bounces and chucks as the cliff came closer into view, the grassy plain sliding underneath the car and animals racing to move out of the way. The car closed in on the overhang as the passengers bawled inside.

The cable still attached to the car was caught by the top of a huge and sturdy sycamore tree, jerking the cable effortlessly. The car was yanked from the top roughly into an immediate stop, tipping its nose over the edge of the steep drop. The passengers were shook brutally because of the sudden stop and lack of seat belts, but everyone was able to hang on with tired knuckled and signs of relief. Aside from a few bruises, no one was seriously hurt. Most of the people were even able to stand and help pry open the doors.

Jack and Carly stand up, shaken but unharmed. The gentleman was able to stand as well, brushing off his coat and tidying his collar as if nothing happened.

"Well then," He said nonchalantly. "that was fun! Let's say we get out of here b'fore my positive thoughts turn absolutely evil. What say you, young man? Milady?"

Jack and Carly exchanged glances and stated in unison. "YES!"

Up on top of the mountain, bystanders panic and scamper to their cars, most heading down the mountain to help any survivors. Others were still calling for the police and the hospital, shouting at them for why they're not here now. Amongst the confusion and chaos, everyone fails to notice a dark figure standing on top of the half-demolished loading dock station. Despite the afternoon sun, the outsider appeared to be cloaked in ink-black shadows. The only thing that was visible in his statute was a pair of bloody red eyes.

"No dice." He said in a spine-chilling voice, "There were no casualties this time. Apparently, every person is alive in that car. Damn." He shuffles in one of his pockets and pulls something out quickly. Clutched in his hand, it was difficult to make out exactly what it was. Lifting his arm to the sky, he says to himself, "No matter. I can still...do damage. I can still...be in control. I can still...kill. All I have to do...is be a little... more...creative."

He releases his hand as a single gust of wind picks up. The man seems to slowly evaporate with the wind, but his item was visible and gently fell to the ground as it zipped through the trees, the wind guides the item to the broken car, where the passengers were warily picking themselves up. as he wind snuck by the people overhead, the breeze dies down over the car. Lodged onto one of the wheels of the cable car, able to be seen by anyone who comes across it, was a single red feather.