Game Over, prologue
Legal: Blizzard owns WoW, I own this story.
Rachel wasn't easily scared. Having grown up in an abusive home, with a very unstable father who had done terrible physical things, and being from the wrong side of any tracks, she'd seen and experienced a great deal of horrors by the time she'd moved out at 17. At 24 years old, she was the prettiest girl in her work office, had a place of her own, and an understanding and protective boyfriend.
Now, as she hid inside her closet, clutching a bat, she'd never been more terrified in her entire life. The lumberous footsteps of her attacker thudded against the carpeted floor of her apartment, the labored breathing of the assailant loud in the silent night air. She quietly prayed for Rick's sudden return, for him to enter and save her from certain death. She received an answer in the form of her closet door being ripped from the frame, and barely had time to scream as she died.
Detective Jason Moore frowned as he entered the crime scene, his middle aged eyes observing and analyzing everything he saw. The CSI crew were all busily taking pictures and preserving anything that could be evidence, trying to reconstruct the scene that had taken place. One of them stood and guided him to a destroyed door frame, where a white sheet was covering a large bulge. He pulled it back and recoiled in disgust. "Good god…" The forensics cops sighed as he nodded. "Death was instantaneous, as far as we can tell. She was killed by an edged weapon, and an impossible large one, judging from the gash." Rachel lay in her closet, her sweater torn away and a huge rend in her beautiful chest, her eyes open in shock and terror. Jason turned away to look at her bedroom, and noted the computer was still on. He walked to it, wondering if there was a clue, and frowned again as he looked at the screen, seeing a well-known game on. He reminded himself to change the password on his son's own WoW account…
TBC