The Purple Dawn,
A String of murders, One man must solve them. With little to no clues the only thing that will help him is the color purple.
As Freddy and the crew were doing their normal shows a kid walked up to his mom and tugged on her skirt. "Mom I need to go to the bathroom!" The kid said to his mother impatiently. He was trying to hold it in as he was trying to get his mother's attention.
His mother looked at him and sighed as he was starting to be annoying. "Alright go the mens room and come straight back." She said as she patted her son's head and he smiled. The kid ran off across the main area and into the bathrooms.
As the kid entered the bathrooms he noticed a stench that was sickening in return almost made him puke. "What is that horrible stench." He asked to himself. He looked around in the old bathroom that was torn with age. The metal stalls were rusted and the boy could see some blood on the floor which lead to the middle stall. The boy nervously walked up to the middle stall slowly and opened it. What he saw made him scream out loud.
[Three hours later]
I was sitting in my office when I was notified about this incident. Adead body was found at Freddy Fazzbear's Pizzeria and I immediately got up and drove over to the place in my black Nesan. Police swarmed the place with a few news reporters. Police tape lined the place and some of my colleagues were already inside. An officer stood by the door making sure that no curious eyes wandered in. The officer stood tall around six feet and wearing the standard issue Police Uniform with a badge on the side with the Massachusetts state flag. A M9 in his holster and a baton were the only things he had to arm himself in this city full of crime. He placed his hand up stopping me before I got to the door.
"I.D?" He asked me.
I showed him my FBI badge and he studied it for a minute then gave me a nod.
"Everything checks out Agent Broker, you may enter." The officer says giving me my I.D back and moved out of my way.
I smile and walk inside to see a kid and his mother being questioned. They sat on the stage while one of my colleagues was standing in front of them. The kid seemed to see something that traumatized him. His mother by his side trying to comfort him but the kid was in tears. My colleague Agent Marvin who was in front of the kid and his mother was trying to get the traumatized kid to talk but no avail.
Marvin was a white, twenty four year old man with the same uniform that I wear on occasion when we do a stakeout or chase down a criminal. He stood around five foot four. He liked to be quick with getting information out of people but today he was not having it. Recently he just got divorced after finding out his wife was cheating on him for years and he did not know it.
"Kid, you need to cooperate with me so we can get this man in jail.. Now tell me, what happened?" Marvin asked the sobbing boy.
The boy looked at Marvin but then went back to crying. His mother was patting his back and hugging him trying to calm him down.
I went over to the boy, I looked at him and back at Marvin who looked me in the eye and said "This kid has been cryin for the last hour and a half Broker. You try getting this kid to talk."
"No.. Let him rest for a while." I say to Marvin. "He had an eventful day and I bet he wants to rest." The kid looked at me and nodded his head fast and cracked a smile in relief. Marvin looked at the kid and sighed and walked over to the men's washroom to discuss the crime scene.
I bent down to the kid's eye level and say to him with a smile "Don't mind Marvin over here.. He can be a jerk sometimes."
The mother looked at me and sighed. "You think smartass?" She asked and picked up her kid and walked out the Pizzeria. I just sighed and facepalmed.. "And you think you try to be nice but everybody turns out to be a asshole… Eh thats Boston for you." I smile and walk around to the men's washroom.
The place was worn with age as I observed. Rusted, peeling, and downright dirty. I always wondered how many building codes that this owner broke just by the look of this place. I shrugged it off knowing this place brought joy and smiles to the kids of this city. If I looked on a little more I saw a little stage that was labeled "Pirates Cove." In front of it was a sign that said "Out of order."
"God, how many years now? Ten, twenty years since she was decommissioned." I think to myself. "Poor gal, wish somebody could fix her up and put her back on… But I bet nobody would do that after the 'Incident' that happened in 87'"
I observed the main area that had some tables lined up with birthday plates topped with some birthday hats. Like a party was going on when this probably happened. As I walked inside the washroom there were three people. One I recognized as Agent Marvin and the other two I saw were unfamiliar but had the yellow letters saying "H.H.S" On the back of their coats. One of them was a white male about in his twenties and another was a female in her thirties.
"Well another body.. This fucker must like to disturb a fun time." Marvin said sarcastically as he observes the body that was in the stall.
The body had a few stab wounds and was fresh. In my mind I came to a conclusion that it had happened recently or yesterday.
"Yeh.. We gotta shut the place down again and look for clues." The Female said jotting down some notes. "God.. This place just gives me the creeps just looking around. Well this place was never upgraded I hear.. The person that runs the place could not handle more budget cuts after what happened in 87'. So I just wonder how he could handle the murder that happen here."
"Me neither." I say.
The two H.H.S workers turned around. They look at me like I was a stranger.
"Excuse me but, who are you sir?" The male asks me sternly.
"Agent Broker." I said as I pull out my I.D
"I thought we would have a few F.B.I agents here investigating the scene and not a klutz like you Broker." The female interrupted.
They were right I am a klutz sometimes but my biggest mistake was letting somebody run. That day we were in a standoff with the person, he had just shot and killed two police officers and I was all alone pending backup. The sound of bullets were ringing in my ears. Three bullets came at me but missed, lucky for me he must of had bad accuracy that day or God was on my side.
After that his gun clicked and signified that he was out of bullets so I aimed down my sights. He was making a run for his car that was down the street
"One bullet left Broker… Make the shot count." I could remember hearing in my mind as I squeezed on the trigger and the bullet released itself from the barrel. The bullet flew what seemed miles but was a three hundred feet from my cover to my target.
As the man ran the bullet scraped on his leg but did not take him down. He grunted in pain and held his leg as some blood was forced out too and he limped to his car.
"Fuck, God Damn it.." I can remember saying to myself as I patted my pockets to see if I had more mags but I had none.
The man got in his car and fumbled for his keys and by luck he found the key that started up his car and quickly drove off. He got away from any police detection and was never seen again.
I could vaguely remember him wearing purple. That confused me to this day.
"He may be a klutz but he is still good." Marvin said patting me on the back and snapped me out of a deep thought. "He put the bomber to death after telling the court this trial was pointless and all the evidence supporting the terrorist was just bullshit."
The both H.H.S workers laughed. "Ok.. Tell us the lies, we have seen Broker's file and we have never seen that he put Tsarnaev to death." The male worker snorted.
I scowled at them and checking the body out more signs of a struggle were more apparent on the body after observing the head and face regions.
"Hey scumbags.. Did you see the struggle?" I ask.
Marvin went close to the body looking around and finding the same bruises that I found earlier.
He scratched his chin. "Mhm.. Broker is right.. I can see bruises on the kid's face and head. Seems like our killer wanted to shut the kid up or the kid must have putten up a fight but seeing this.." Marvin said then sighed and took out a camera and took a few pictures of the body staying silent.
The male nodded. "Heh. Broker you might have just helped us a little bit." The male said.
I let out a chuckle and look off to my right and see a piece of purple fabric in the kid's grasp. I take out my camera and snap a picture of the kid's hand.
"Hey guys.. I may have some evidence on our killer." I say smiling.
Marvin walked over to me and looked at the picture and gasped. "Broker, maybe its that purple dude that you let get away a few months ago." Marvin said to me.
I let out a chuckle. "Maybe our old friend is back to send a message. Lets get a A.P.B on his ass stat."
Hello guys this was a story a few days in the making. I hope you guys like the story so far, I plan on making this a series that I work on aside Five Fights At Freddy's. This is my vision of the murders that have taken place in the Pizzeria.
I may be accepting human O.C's for more agents or people that help the "Purple Guy" in the story so stay posted and post your auditions.
I hope you guys have a good weekend and there maybe be a Global Hunt chapter that will be posted in the near future.