Prologue
NEWS FLASH The twin daughters of prominent Houston Businessman Jason Wynn are reported
missing. No ransom note, no info to contact the kidnappers, the girls
seemed to have just...vanished. They were last seen on the Galveston Beach. Ginny Wynn is five seven, short black hair, brown eyes and olive skin. She was last scene wearing a black Baby Tee with the phrase "Frodo Lives" printed in Script on the front, and daisy duke shorts. Casey Wynn is Five Nine, long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and olive skin. She was wearing a striped tank top, and beach shorts, and was last reported scene carrying her patchwork backpack. A reward is offered for any information
leading to the whereabouts of the two girls.
The young girl woke up in the cold sweat from a breaking fever, and wished almost immediately that she didn't see what laid before her: Bodies torn asunder, blood everywhere in the abandoned warehouse, blood dried on her hands, her face, her naked body. And she knew that she had done these horrible deeds. She had changed into a horrible nine foot monster, and now, she remembered nothing but that she had killed. She couldn't remember her name, or why she had been in this destitute place to begin with. She didn't know why she had killed. "I'm a monster." The eighteen year old sobbed, looking at all the bodies. Most were male, but there was one that was most definitely female. That one, for some reason, disturbed her the most.
She knew that she had to flee this area, and go somewhere where no one knew what she had done. She looked around, and managed to find some jeans and a t-shirt that weren't to terribly torn or bloodied, and, after cleaning herself off as best she could, put them on. She also found a patchwork backpack, and, hoping that it might have something that could be useful, took that and left the building behind. It was early evening, the sun still somewhat visible as it set behind the cityscape. Something in the back of her mind told her that the cityscape was Houston, and told her that she needed to get rid of the evidence inside the warehouse.
There were three cars in the parking lot of the building, none of them locked. Evidently, the deceased either didn't think they would be inside too long, or didn't think anyone would find the cars out here. The jeans pockets contained a set of keys, and she tried each one until she found the that they went to the third car, a black pickup truck with more wear and tear than it should have for being so new. Inside, behind the seat, she found two empty gas cans, and using the other two cars, she filled them with gas. She used them to cover the bodies, and led a trail to the door. She struck a match from the pack she had found in another pocket, and saying a small prayer in a language she had never heard used, but seemed right, dropped the match in the gas, and drove away into the night.
NEWS FLASH The twin daughters of prominent Houston Businessman Jason Wynn are reported
missing. No ransom note, no info to contact the kidnappers, the girls
seemed to have just...vanished. They were last seen on the Galveston Beach. Ginny Wynn is five seven, short black hair, brown eyes and olive skin. She was last scene wearing a black Baby Tee with the phrase "Frodo Lives" printed in Script on the front, and daisy duke shorts. Casey Wynn is Five Nine, long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and olive skin. She was wearing a striped tank top, and beach shorts, and was last reported scene carrying her patchwork backpack. A reward is offered for any information
leading to the whereabouts of the two girls.
The young girl woke up in the cold sweat from a breaking fever, and wished almost immediately that she didn't see what laid before her: Bodies torn asunder, blood everywhere in the abandoned warehouse, blood dried on her hands, her face, her naked body. And she knew that she had done these horrible deeds. She had changed into a horrible nine foot monster, and now, she remembered nothing but that she had killed. She couldn't remember her name, or why she had been in this destitute place to begin with. She didn't know why she had killed. "I'm a monster." The eighteen year old sobbed, looking at all the bodies. Most were male, but there was one that was most definitely female. That one, for some reason, disturbed her the most.
She knew that she had to flee this area, and go somewhere where no one knew what she had done. She looked around, and managed to find some jeans and a t-shirt that weren't to terribly torn or bloodied, and, after cleaning herself off as best she could, put them on. She also found a patchwork backpack, and, hoping that it might have something that could be useful, took that and left the building behind. It was early evening, the sun still somewhat visible as it set behind the cityscape. Something in the back of her mind told her that the cityscape was Houston, and told her that she needed to get rid of the evidence inside the warehouse.
There were three cars in the parking lot of the building, none of them locked. Evidently, the deceased either didn't think they would be inside too long, or didn't think anyone would find the cars out here. The jeans pockets contained a set of keys, and she tried each one until she found the that they went to the third car, a black pickup truck with more wear and tear than it should have for being so new. Inside, behind the seat, she found two empty gas cans, and using the other two cars, she filled them with gas. She used them to cover the bodies, and led a trail to the door. She struck a match from the pack she had found in another pocket, and saying a small prayer in a language she had never heard used, but seemed right, dropped the match in the gas, and drove away into the night.
