I do not own the Rescue Bots, they belong to Hasbro. If i did own them season 2 would've air long ago.
This is my first murder mystery fanfic, so, again R&R. Sorry its so short.
It was a silent night in Griffen Rock, Maine. Not a sound was heard. No crickets, no dogs howling, just silence. It was very peaceful.
Then, it shattered.
A scream the darkness. A young girl of twelve raced through the black night, not caring to where she was, only on where she was heading. Fear filled her sky blue orbs as she ran, sun colored locks sticking in all directions, matted with blood. The crimson liquid flowed freely from the many cut and gashes that littered her small body. The only sound she could hear was her thudding heart.
She stopped, and searched her surroundings. It was the park. The very same park that she was playing in just days before her abduction. Legs shaking, she wobbled over to the nearest tree and leaned against its great trunk. Memories from the past few days rammed her, causing her eyes to overflow with salty tears. How could this have happened in such a small town. Granted it wasn't the safest town, but nothing of this magnitude.
Sobs racked her small frame. Despite everything that was considered "dangerous" that happened in this small town, she always felt safe, because she knew the rescue team would never let a innocent person suffer like she has. But they weren't here, leaving her at the mercy of God. All feelings of safe and secure were replaced with those of fear and terror.
CRACK!
Her heart stopped, her trembling increased, and her blood ran cold. Before she could turn to run again, two strong hand roughly pushed her and pinned the little girl to the ground.
"No! Get away from me! NOOO!"
The girl struggled against the heavy body on top of her. A stinging sensation stung her cheeks as she was repeatedly slapped. Hard. The girl screamed for help as loud as she could.
"Shut up! You're only making it worse for yourself! SHUT UP!"
But she didn't. She yelled, kicked, scratched, and bit her attacker, desperate to get free.
"Oh for- just do it already! I can't hold her down forever!"
A second figure emerged from the darkness, a long, silver knife clutched in hand. Blue eyes widened in horror, and her struggles increased.
But it was too late.
The knife plunged into the blond girls chest, staining it red. As the blood flowed from the young girls chest, her body falling limp, and the life drained from her eyes, laughter was heard from both figures. Cruel, harsh, unforgiving, cold, evil laughter.
Wow. That was more dark then I thought. Soooo, read, review, you know the works.