I cannot believe I'm doing this.
Based partly on a dream I had.
Set before "golden army" kay?
A large home, so pristine and clean is where this story begins. The young woman who lived there had never come out of it in three weeks. People began to wonder. This one night the neighbors heard screams, roars, and the sound of stuff breaking. That was enough for the neighbors to call the cops, who were wired by the FBI, who were wired by a special type of organization specializing in the paranormal.
This type of thing with woman being trapped in their own homes for weeks has been happening and by the fourth one, it was enough for them to become interested by this case. The leader of this group, a bald man in a suit, carried a stack of gray folders with him into a conference room where his three agents waited for their instructions.
At the left of the table was a young woman with black hair and a fiery look in her eyes. Her name was Liz Sherman. At the right was a man with blue skin wearing goggles and a strange tube around his neck filled with water. He was Abe Sapien. Then at the head was a large man with black hair, red skin, and filed off horns smoking a cigar and leaning back in his chair while holding the table with his large stone hand. He was Hellboy.
"So what've we got Manning?" Hellboy asked. Manning laid the folders on the table before sliding them over to the group.
"Julie Starling, Marian Craimer, Hope Strong, and Sally Lockstock makes four." Manning said. "These four girls have been found in their homes all dead. Their throats torn open and their vocal chords removed." Abe, Liz, and Hellboy opened the files to see pictures of the girls bodies.
"Strange..." Abe said. "They seem to have a marking on their arms." All leaned closer to see what Abe saw.
"Looks like a burn." Hellboy said, leaning back in his seat.
"I doubt it. Looks like it's in the same place in the same way on all the girls." Liz said. "How long have they been dead?"
"From months to weeks we saw that they were trapped in their houses and then found dead." Manning said
"Can't this be like some serial killer or something?" Hellboy said
"Red may be right. Can't this just be a madman with a love of girls so much that he kills them?" Liz said
"Perhaps, but perhaps not." Abe said, bringing a picture closer. "See how the burn is formed? It's as if it's wrapped around the girls arms."
"What connection would their be anyway between them all?" Liz asked. Manning sighed before pulling a remote control out of his jacket and pressing a button. The T.V screen behind him lit up before the American Idol logo showed up on screen. Manning pressed another button, making the screen switch over to one that had a list of girls that were contestants in this season.
"They were all contestants in American Idol." Manning said, sounding like he hated the show.
"That's why the vocal chords were removed." Liz said
"Guy wanted to keep their voices." Hellboy added
"Our guy seems to be going in the order of elimination. So now your job is to protect the next target." Manning said
"Which is..." Hellboy said
"Let go, so let go, just get in,
oh, it's so amazing here
It's all right,
cause there's beauty in the breakdown."
Of all the things Megan can do, has done, what she loves most of all is singing. She almost made it on American Idol, but couldn't take Simon's comments. She had a beautiful voice that could soothe anybody's heart and soul, but Simon didn't think so. Now most people took whatever remarks he could dish out, but Megan... she's sensitive. One bad remark about how she looks and she starts up the water works.
Truth be told, she wasn't all that pretty. She was five feet tall with curly blonde hair that looks like a cross between steel wool and an afro tied back in a ponytail and leaning to the right, green eyes hidden behind black and orange glasses with a tad bit of acne, an oversized red shirt saying "Bass Pro Shop" in the center with a picture of a sword fish jumping out of the water behind it, a large forest green jacket on top of that, a pair of semi-tight blue capris, and black sandals. Not flip-flops, sandals. Slung over her shoulder and at her side was a red and black bag binder zipped shut.
She was leaving her job of being a waitress for the day and was singing to the first song on her Ipod. People glanced at her as she danced pass them, but didn't pay too much mind. She made her way to the apartment she had tried to get for so long and stopped to sit on the stoop, picking up the newspaper. The headline was clever, alliterate, and frightening beyond all reason.
"Serial singer slaughterer." she read. Those three words were enough to shut herself up and look to her right as a can was kicked.
"Wh-Who's there?" she asked. She received only silence. She fumbled with getting her keys out of her pocket and when they were out, something long, skinny and slimmy snatched them out of her hands and made them fall to the ground.
"Hm. Get the keys, or be killed?" Megan said, holding her hand out to way her options. "Or would I be killed if I went after them? Then again, I worked hard to get an apartment, and those keys. No way am I giving them up without a fight!" She jumped off the stoop and instantly wished she could run away. In the alley where the keys were pulled Megan was captivated by the enchanting silver eyes that glowed in the darkness.
"So many I've heard, but yours is greatest." came a hissed male voice.
"Um, what?" Megan asked
"Sing for me. Only for me." he said, the eyes came closer, along with a body. Long clawed hands reaching out for her, spindly legs in dress pants, Dark black hair spiked on his head, and a face that had lines near the corners of his mouth that went along down his neck, ending in a tip at the bottom of it.
Megan was an obedient girl, willing to do anything to help a person, but when it came to singing for people, there was only one thing to say.
"Oh God, help me."
Song is Let Go by Frou Frou. I don't know if this story will go anywhere, so please please please please please review.