I noticed there were no Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth Fan fictions, though a seldom-heard-of game, I believe its immersive storyline and interesting characters deserve at least one, I hope you enjoy =)

1915 Boston, Massachusetts

The firefight had broken out with horrifying intensity, already two officers of the Boston Police department were dead, however the mad cultists who had begun the barrage of death weren't faring any better, the officers arriving as reinforcements holding at least three confirmed kills.

Officer Frank Mitchell and Derek Carter were the sole-surviving officers who had originally arrived on-scene with fellow officer Jack Walters, who had vanished into the house moments before the shoot out started.

Ducking quickly Derek narrowly avoided several shells pelting the hardened bricks surrounding the main gate, quickly emptying his revolver into the window where the shots had originated.

"Where the hell did Jack go?" Derek shouted to Frank, who was taking cover across the yard behind a statue. "I thought these guys wanted to talk?"

"Hell if I know!" he shouted, firing several shots wildly towards the window. "Damn fool went in after their leader Holt right before they started shooting!"

It was thanks to Jack Walters that Derek had been able to climb the ranks of the Boston Police Department, acting as a father-like mentor and putting in good words when he needed it. There was no way Derek was leaving Jack inside for dead.

Crouching down Derek rushed out from behind the gate, taking careful aim at the window hiding the skilled shooter, he waited patiently.

It didn't take long, the gunman appeared at the window holding his annoying shotgun, he didn't have time to take aim before Derek left three shells in his chest.

"Go!" Frank shouted seeing the opening. "Find Jack, more officers are on the way, we'll be fine!"

Derek only responded with a nod, running out he darted for the side door where Jack had entered, it was still unlocked.

Whatever the cultist freaks were into Derek imagined it was weird stuff, the walls were covered with portraits and paintings of horrific monsters, alien creatures, and strange eye symbols he couldn't make heads or tails of.

"Jack….JACK!" he shouted as he made his way through the dilapidated mansion this Cult of Yith had called their home.

Derek wasn't sure what made him look there, but a strange bookcase drew his attention, upon further investigation he noticed a trapdoor hidden behind it.

As Derek lifted the ancient door a hand shot out, nearly giving him a heart attack despite being only twenty years old.

"Jack!" he cried, pulling his old friend up onto the ground. Despite having just nearly strangled him to death, it almost appeared as if Jack were…unconscious.

In an instant Jack's eyes shot open, turning to look right at Derek.

Even Derek's awe at his mentor could not bring him to continue to cradle Jack's form as he opened his mouth. The inhuman wail echoed throughout the mansion, Derek dropped Jack's body, backing up into the shelf behind him.

"In God's name Jack…what the hell happened to you?!"

Six Years Later

Derek sat at the desk, which was his while he ran the detective agency. It had been six years since Jack had suddenly lost his mind, being sent to the nearby Arkham Asylum with a severe case of schizophrenia. After being released he vanished until only five months earlier, not remembering a thing during his time missing, in hopes of easing his friends transition back to normal life Derek quit the Boston Police Department, opening a joint Detective Agency.

The last week and a half Jack had been away, called in for a case to some town named Innsmouth. Derek had never heard of it before Arthur Anderson, founder of the First National Grocery Store, called him in to find a missing clerk Brian Burnham.

Jack had insisted on going alone, assuring Derek that it would be a quick job, two days tops.

It was another slow rainy day at the office, Derek had started to get more than a little worried at Jack's week-long absence, however his disappearance was about to be revealed.

The phone rang, Derek answered absentmindedly, putting away the ancient cult texts he had found gathered from Jack's unknown six year travels.

"Walter's Detective Agency, Carters speaking," he answered as he always did for the rare phone calls.

"Good evening Mr. Carters," an elderly voice replied. "Are you the Derek Carters who is an associate of Jack Walters?"

Derek perked up at this mention, "Yes I am he, but he's been out for the past week on a case."

"I am afraid he has not Mr. Carters, five days ago he was admitted here to Arkham Asylum."

"What?" Derek shouted, leaping to his feet angrily. "He was deemed cured five months ago, what the hell happened? I'll be right down there to see him."

"Didn't you get my package Mr. Carters?"

"Package?" Glancing around the disheveled office Derek spotted a small package, marked at having been delivered the previous day.

"I got it," he answered over the phone, opening the package as he spoke. "What is it?"

"All of Mr. Walters' possessions, he has no family so it took some time to find you, it seems you were the only one close to Mr. Walters."

Finally opening the last flap on the tightly bound package Derek could see the contents. Sitting on top was a heavily bound journal with the initials J.P.W, Jack P. Walters.

"Why did you send me his diary?" Derek flipped through his old friend's most cherished possession.

"I'm sorry to tell you this Mr. Carters…Jack Walters is dead, hung himself only three days ago…I am very sorry for your loss...Mr. Carters?"

Derek had stopped listening at the news, allowing the receiver to fall to the ground, eyes locked on the final page of his late-colleagues journal, unable to stop his shaking hands and heavy breathing.

"I now walk in the shadows between worlds…and it is there I have finally glimpsed what lies in the dark corners of the earth…"

"Jack…what the hell happened to you in that god-forsaken town?..."

Just a quick prologue to what I hope to be a much longer tale continuing the case left open by Jack Walters. I hope many fans of the game enjoy this, Based on the video game based of the ingenius H.P. Lovecraft. =)