The Horrors of Unova

Horror 1: The Desperate Screams of the Songstress

"Chief! I've stumbled onto something big!" an officer sporadically shouted out from the forestry in route to Black City. The flashing lights from the police cars lit the streets with several cones and caution signs blocking off a portion of the forest. Chief Jenny raised the brim of her officer's cap from her eyes as she carefully marched into the forest. Several individuals in officer uniforms were surrounding a random dark figure. From Jenny's perspective it was it looked like a training dummy hunched over something, its limbs wobbled about like rag doll. She slowly pushed two of the officers out of the way, immediately covering her mouth with her finally gloved hand.

"The figure could now be seen as a male individual, no older than 20. His face had a twisted grimace; a half smile was sprawled across his lips with his eyes still staring down towards the ground lifelessly. A quagmire of blood had puddled beneath the corpse with a the cause quite clear. An officer lifted his head, revealing a vicious impalement into the center of his forehead from the rock in which it laid upon. At first glance it appeared to be a homicide, but upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a suicide.

One Week Ago...

The crunching sound of leaves accompanied the footsteps of a trainer that strayed off the path, lured by the mythical tale of a Pokemon with the voice of an angel. It was said that it existed deep within the forests, much like many mythical tales. Mythical tales of Pokemon that would play amongst one another, flying ever so freely, then of course those of massive dragons that maintained the order of existence. Story books and legends passed down by word of mouth floated all throughout Unova. There were several people that would document these things, although there was never proof of their existence, but mankind has always been fascinated with the unknown and imaginative. However…there are those who wish to hunt down and capture such Pokemon, to keep these sorts of legends all to themselves, or rather, sell them to the highest bidder.

"Shit, where did the site say it was rumored to be again? I heard that the site has been right before so it's worth keeping to…" the trainer scowled, trouncing through the forest for the past hour. Holding up his C-Gear, he punched in the site's url, the cover for a website read 'Secrets of Unova' as it quickly loaded. Scrolling around, he finally found the forum thread he was on.

"Let's see, let's see...yeah according to this I should be getting pretty close…I really shouldn't be getting my hopes up, but I've got nothing to lose and everything to gain," the trainer said with a smirk, turning off his C-Gear. He turned his gaze back towards his path, slowly moving in once again. The crunching sounds grew louder as the ground became more and more unattended, the feeling of being a pioneer filling the air with each of his breaths. He slowly whipped out a machete to deal with the unruly terrain, not letting anything stop his quest for potential greatness and of course, money.

Suddenly, a soft sound caught his ears, causing his eyes to snap in its direction. Just as the descriptions read, it was almost like the sound of an angel. The closer he approached the sound, the louder it became, like a siren beckoning out to an unsuspecting sailor. His eyes lit up and a twisted smile grew upon his lips as he finally caught sight of the majestic creature.

The image that he had of the Pokemon was shattered, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the human-esque. It had a pale face and legs, its head larger than its frame. Her arms and hands were like the ends of musical notes, which matched the strange head ornament that was against the side of her head. It was her hair, however, that caught his attention. It was long with black lines trailing down it, just like the grid for notes and composed sheet music. The moment he stepped out into the small grove in which the Pokemon sang, it immediately turned its gaze to the trainer.

"So that's Meloetta…she's certainly a pretty one isn't she," the trainer said, a sick tone in his throat. Meloetta turned to him, slowly starting to sing her song once more, as if he were his one man audience. The trainer decided it was best to sit and watch, one wrong move and it could possibly disappear forever. Has her performance went on, she began to lightly dance with her tune, her majestic reputation greatly overpowering expectations of her. Half way through her song, the trainer began to feel strange; he couldn't put his finger on it, but he grew warm within his chest, his twisted desires now only sticking to his mind instead of any actions he would have made.

"What…the hell is this…it's like I can't move…whatever, I have to stay calm," the trainer grunted, his body refusing his brain signals to move his limbs. He couldn't figure out if it was because he was so entranced by its lovely voice, or it was some sort of aura begin pressed upon him. As Meloetta finished her performance, she then slowly approached the trainer, who still felt as if gravity kept him in place. Meloetta stopped merely a meter in front of him, enough to certainly grab his attention.

"That was...beautiful. Um…do you understand me?" the trainer inquired. Meloetta placed its hands against her chest, giving him a slow nod before returning her eyes to him. The trainer suddenly began to dart his eyes and head around, as if trying to find a series of voices that kept moving.

"If it is sound, I can understand anything. I am attuned to all things that catches the ears. Do you…understand me?" a voice slightly sang, the reasoning for his maddening sights to falter and wonder before shifting his eyes back to her.

"I do understand you, tell me…is your name Meloetta…?" the trainer asked, his body shivering with anxiousness and excitement. Finally, after a month of following leads he had finally found the object of his search. Waiting for the answer was like waiting an eternity for his life's true purpose to blossom like a flower. With a gentle sigh, Meloetta made a small curtesy.

"I am Meloetta. This is where I come to sing and perform for the other Pokemon. I like it when there is peace and tranquility in the world, beautiful flowers, happy Pokemon, its these thing and more that make my singing and dancing all the more worth it. My question, however, is why are you here?" Meloetta spoke into his mind, her words ever so cheerful until her final sentence. He felt a dark vibe coming from them, as if hostile towards his existance.

"I-I'm uh...I-I was captivated by your song, it's truly remarkable how wonderful it is. I'm surprised others aren't here to listen with me you know? Eh heh..." the trainer replied. Meloetta's eyes had lost their brilliant luster that they had sported only moments ago. They seemed to have grown quite cold and calculating, causing the trainer to lightly tremble in fear; Meloetta, the musical goddess from moments ago had faded in an instant, leaving a eerie aura in its stead.

"Tell me human…are you here to hurt me and use me…to capture and contain me...like all the others tried...?" Meloetta replied, causing a cold chill to shoot through his system. Meloetta's eyelids shifted half way down her eyes menacingly. The trainer's nervous gulp was quite audible, clearly showing itself as terrified to Meloetta. He nervously jolted his head from side to side, trying to do everything in his power to show that he wasn't a threat. He couldn't understand why he was so frightful of such a small, dainty Pokemon, but every inch of his being was screaming for him to run. Looking past her, he noticed what appeared to be arms and legs that had gone blue swept up under the bushes behind her "stage" which caused him to lose control of his bladder.

"N-No! Absolutely not! I was just honestly impressed by your song! That's all!" the trainer panicked, Meloetta still glaring him down. Meloetta closed her eyes and shook her head, moving her eyes to his level. She then opened them, the menacing gaze returning to them in an instant.

"You know…the last few humans that came here said they weren't either…I let them listen to my song, just like I have done for you. But I didn't know what their intentions were…they seemed so nice…so caring…but they ended up hurting me…they violated me…they made me feel…disgusting…I think that's the word you use. I was able to read your thoughts the moment you met my gaze. I can tell that you genuinely enjoyed my song, that made me very happy…the last human didn't show any appreciation for it…they called it filth, that it was the song that a dying Wailord would shout…in fact a large number of humans have come here, all of them with the same thing in mind…why is it you wish to ensnare me?" Meloetta's voice came out soft, but to the trainer it was if she was shrieking it like a banshee. He began yelling from pain, his hands trying to cover his ears as he shook his head like mad.

"What are you doing to me?!" The trainer cried out in agony. Meloetta just stared silently as his head was filled with sadistic laughter, cursing, and screaming at the top of their lungs, all in Meloetta's voice. He saw flashes of things that had happened to her; beaten, malested, even being crudely defiled. Between her screams and the flashes, the yells and screams of the other trainers would follow in its stead.

"I-I wanted to capture you to sell you! It's the truth! PLEASE MAKE THIS STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! IT HURTS!" the man began screaming, thrashing to try and break free of her mental suppression. She sighed heftily as she began to sing, the maddening screams in his mind slowly beginning to subside. He began to breathe heavily, as if hands from around his throat loosened up for him to live. He shook in agony as the screaming finally stopped with the last notes of Meloetta's song, her eyes returning to him.

"You're the first to admit honesty…as disgusting as it is. Tell me…what it is it that is so appealing about capturing Pokemon, catching us and using us for your pleasure? Is it a thrill? A sick joke? I can't comprehend such things…not after the countless number of humans that have come here…I always think to myself…'the next one won't be bad, not all humans are bad right?' and every time another one makes their way to me…and each time I have suffered for it. No more...no more…" Meloette's voice faded, quieting down by the second until she wasn't audible in his mind any longer.

"I-I'll leave! I-I'll leave and never tell anyone about you! I-I promise!" the trainer begged as Meloetta grew closer to him. A strange smile formed on her small mouth, as she grew closer and closer, until she was close enough for him to feel her breath against his face. A soft giggle came from her throat before her note like hands cupped his cheeks. His eyes widened with terror the closer her face grew. His heart stopped dead in his chest with his eyes staring in disbelief as it pressed his lips to his, gentle humming filling his mouth as he flinched. After removing her face from his, she turned her back to him to return to her small stage made of a large tree trunk that was sprung up from the ground.

The trainer thought he had escaped death, the weighted feeling upon his body letting off. He immediately hopped to his feet, quickly darting back into the forest and back towards the main road. Upon nearly reaching the road, horrid shrieking suddenly tore through his mind, causing him to yell out in agony. It was like hearing a scratched up CD with the volume on headphones being turned all the way up. Several people on the road watched as this trainer ranted and raved like a lunatic, screaming for Meloetta to stop. The people began to gossip around him, wondering who this Meloetta person was. The trainer dropped to his knees, holding his head as he put his face to the ground his yells and screams now coming out in bursts.

"I can't take anymore! I can't take anymore! Meloetta! Please stop this! Stop!" He yelled, his mind feeling as if it was ready to burst. People began to rush over to the man as his thrashing came to a close. It was if his whole body just stopped on a dime, going as limp as the dead. He then slowly rose up onto his feet, his eyes staring catatonically at an unknown horror as he slowly approached the forest once more, without another sound, without another word. Puzzled by this the people around him began to chatter amongst themselves.

"Who is Meloetta?" they all spoke of, all of them eventually shrugging it off and continuing on with their lives none the knowledgable. The trainer's mind had turned to that of a lump of muscle, the only feelings left that he had were the audible sounds of Meloetta now serenading him in his mind. All the sound he heard was now distorted, like the constant hammering of nails being slammed into his ears. Unable to handle anymore, found a large stone on the ground with jagged edges pointed towards the sky. He fell to his knees and looked into the forest, Meloetta now staring at him with blank, menacing eyes. The trainer simply smiled and scoffed, arching his back before snapping his neck down, ramming his head into the rock to finally silence the terrible screams in his mind. Meloetta simply turned about face, staring towards her stage with a twisted smile spread across her face and odd tears in her eyes.

"No one can appreciate my songs, no one can appreciate me, therefore, no vile humans should be allowed to hear it…I know now what I must do…instead of being on my stage, performing to no one, perhaps I should perform a song that will root out all humans like this instead…to protect myself, I must fight, and I won't show any more humans mercy for the bad things they do or think that they would to me…" Meloetta thought deviously, warming up for her new symphony to be played for the dead. Being her 10th victim in the past few weeks, it was truly the last straw. After resting her voice, she turned back to the stage where she had performed for decade after decade, planting a cheek upon her hand and patting the stage.

"I will return one day...after all the vile, disgusting people of this world are gone, then I can sing my song in peace for those who need it to help guide their way. Until then, stay warm and await my return," she thought to herself as she left her sanctuary, her distorted perspective of humanity tattooed on her mind.

"What a horrid sight...I wonder what would cause a trainer to smash his head into a rock. Suicide or not, that's not the way an even half sane person would handle it..." Jenny said, resting her chin between her index finger and chin. Deeper within, more shout outs to her immediately caught her attention, causing her to yet again trounce through the forest in her low platform pumps, which were clearly not designed for all-terrain traveling. She stumbled into a clearing to which a platoon of steps and object dragging sounded from, her eyes staring in horror at the sight. Body after body lined up on the ground, all of them being dragged out from beneath debris that lined the clearing directly to their front.

"T-There must be over 10 corpses here! What is this?!" Jenny's voice cracked, trying to maintain proper composure. Several could still be identified by their face while others had rotted to the point of barely being a body. The ones she could recognize were all on the missing person's list that was posted up several years ago. It was speculated that most of them were murdered by a feral Zoroark that went on a rampage just a year before, but now the truth was clear. The causes of death were all identified in the head area; forehead and ear points were the most common amongst them.

"Has anyone tried to check for any finger prints, or any signs of struggle?" Jenny said immediately; clearly they had been dragging bodies out for hours. She caught sight of one of the forensics that was dusting and using chemicals for such findings. Jenny knelt down to check the results, now staring in confusion as all of the results showed that no one had touched them anywhere on the body.

"This isn't the first one we've tested. After testing five or so of the corpses, not a single one had shown any signs of struggle or even having come in contact with anything. If it were just deaths we could chalk this up to a series of suicides...but all of the bodies were neatly lined up beneath the brush over there, so that's impossible..." the forensic puzzled, removing their gloves and standing up straight before moving on to the next one. The puzzling continued on as they continued to search.

1 Month Earlier...

The Secrets of Unova forum was in a boom this day, the usually droll chat box lively as can be. It was normally just typical banther between friends, shooting the shit and what not, but as time went on, an interesting topic came into the light.

Artic1: I've heard of this Pokemon unlike any other. They said it sings like an angel, it's whole purpose to please an audience they may or may not exist. It's said that it's deep within the forestry on route to Black City. I would check it myself but I don't have much of a spine.

Zap2: HEY I'VE HEARD ABOUT THAT TOO! Yeah, yeah they said on some nights you can faintly hear it's song upon the route. Like a woman's voice but clearly inhuman. Shoot...I could swear it had a name...

Mol3: It has something to do with music...like melody or something...

Serwine: Are you guys friends or something? Because you sound like a comedic trio right now, your names match up to prove that.

Zap2: Yeah we're friends, got a problem with that?

Serwine: Nah, I just thought it was silly.

Pikaclue: Its name is said to be Meloetta. I cant recall who name it, but it was a mixture of Melody and he added etta to make it sound feminine.

Mol3: Yeah that was the name! Pretty cool name if you ask me.

"Female huh...hehe...interesting..." Tommy snickered, leaning back in his chair as his attention locked onto the text box. Tommy wasn't your typical citizen of the Unova region. Having been deported by others due to various nefarious acts against individuals. Normally it would land someone in jail, but being the problem child of a high ranking, though not on the top of the chain, cross continental executive had its perks. The term executive is just a fancy word for crime boss, but it's how it was read and paper. Tommy continued reading, his heart racing with excitement as more and more information piled in.

Memy: Interesting, does anyone else have any more info? This is pretty juicy.

Serwine: They also said that anyone that hears the voice sing seemingly vanishes, but that's from a fairly unreliable source. I thought it was spooky enough to bring to light though, you never know what can happen out there.

Pikaclue: I know about that all too well...

GrimerGirl: Hey...lets leave that for the forum thread.

Pikaclue: Yeah, yeah...I know.

Memy: Huh? Which thread is that?

GrimerGirl: Don't worry about it, its not worth your time.

Memy: Whatever you say. So...where was this all located again?

Mol3: On route to Black City, that's all we know.

Arctic1: See? That's why I'm spineless, because of stuff like Serwine just said.

Pikaclue: You'd definitely be spineless about the stuff me and my friends talk about...

Zap2: Ooo scary.

Memy: Tell you guys what. I'll scout it out and let you guys know what I find.

Mol3: Daaaaammnnn look at the master balls on this person. Good luck!

Arctic1: I hope you find something!

Serwine: Just be careful alright?

Memy: I won't let you all down!

"Hahaha! This is great, I'm about to be a hero to a bunch of nobodies and possibly violate something beautiful, this is a good day!" Tommy said cackling to himself. His haste was rather rough, grabbing a coat, his new, heavily modified c-gear, a Pokemon given to him as a gift from his father, and a few ultra balls. After packing those up, he then slowly slid a moderately sized, black box with a giant red "R" printed neatly in the middle of it.

"Can't leave without my trust stunny bunny~" he said in a disgustingly cutesy tone, opening thebox to reveal I nicely cared for stun baton. Being retractable, he removed it from the case, giving it a firm swing before compacting it and equipping it to the back of his belt. Leaving a note for his folks, Tommy dashed out the door, pulling out his c-gear to check a map as he straddled his custom built mach bike he had picked up in the Hoenn region.

"OK! So we're looking at a 20 minute ride, that's not too bad. ONWARD!" He announced to no one as he took off at full speed. Failing to check the conditions of the weather before leaving, he found himself being pelted by rain as he went. After the 20 minutes had come and gone, he found himself soaked, thanking Arceus that he had wore his coat today. He immediately shed it, hanging it on the branch of a nearby tree. He then rustled his short black hair with a small towel he had stashed in his pocket, hanging it next to the coat once it was finally dry.

"Alright, time explore and find some eh heh...treasure," Tommy let out a hissy snicker before making his way into the seemingly calm maze. Once inside, he quickly realized I was much more like a labyrinth than a simple wooded area. It was if people had cleared paths then suddenly vanished, leaving un-adventured terrain. Dead end after dead end began to frustrate Tommy, taking a deep breath when faced with another end.

"Alright, enough of this guessing and goose stepping, come on out Rhydon," he smirked, letting his poke ball drop to the ground from his hand. In a flash of light, the stout Pokemon formed, letting out a small roar as he put the ball away. Rhydon then turned to Tommy, awaiting his orders.

"Rhydon, clear a path for me in that direction," Tommy ordered, pointing deeper into the woods. Rhydon gave him a nod, scrapping his right foot on the ground a few times before charging forward, branches and brush crinkling and snapping beneath it's weight. Tommy didn't run after Rhydon however, instead he just turned his venture into a leisurely stroll through the woods. He began to whistle a nameless tune, his lips pursing a very points to create ear scratching sharp notes as if he were a grand composer.

After about 5 minutes passed, he found that Rhydon had stopped at what seemed to be the edge of the forest, a grove just behind the final line of trees and brush.

"Rhydon why did you stop? I said to keep plowing...what's...that sound...?" Tommy questioned, both he and Rhydon listening carefully. It sounded like a ballad, sang with a beautiful voice suiting that of angels. Tommy returned Rhydon to its poke ball, his attention now seemingly ensnared as he finished walking through the end of the forest. Although entranced, her immediately selected record on his C-Gear, it quickly going to work to capture the audio of the situation.

"Hey I found something! Jenny, over here!" One of the analysts shouted out. Jenny promptly made her way over to the waving individual, stooping down next to them to figure out what they're shouting about. It was a little out from the stump, stashed away in rush much like the others. Pulling back the brush, a horrid sight awaited them.

They both immediately covered their mouths, a new body laying before them. Unlike the others however, this body had nearly decayed, obvious wounds all over the body.

"My God...this one looks like it was literally beaten to death..." Jenny deduced, pulling out a pair of gloves from her waist pouch. Snapping them onto her hands, she immediately began inspecting it from top to bottom.

"See right here? The way his chest and rib cage is all bent out of shape shows that they were beaten to the point to where both the ribs and chest bones had been fractured and broken. And up here at their head are multiple blunt force trauma," Jenny deducted, the analyst completely shocked.

"Who...would do this to a person...? This is just savage and inhumane!" the analyst said, shaking their head as Jenny rose to her feet.

Slowly, he entered the small grove, where a small, human-esque creature stood upon on the stump of a fallen tree, as if it were it's performing stage. Twirling in circles, her musical note hands moved about, her flowing, bright green hair moving with every step. Tommy put on an innocent facade as he watched, trying to come off as curious and delightful. Upon noticing Tommy, Meloetta paused, gazing at him like he we're some sort of mythical being.

"Don't let me stop you, please, continue," Tommy said with a half smile, his sharp brown eyes staying on hers. Meloetta smiled, giving him a curtsy before returning to her song. Tommy stopped the audio recording, immediately turning it over to video recording, something most c-gear can not do. Meloetta's song went on for another five minutes, to which Tommy delightfully record with her being none the wiser. Near the end of her song, Tommy immediately hopped online, posting both the audio and video files into a forum thread he had started before leaving home.

"Hehehe...here's your proof everyone. Now...for my amusement..." Tommy thought, clapping his hands at the end of Meloetta's performance. Meloetta bowed toward him with another curtsy to accompany it.

"Did you...enjoy my song?" A soft voice rang in Tommy's mind, startlling him for a moment. His eyes immediately darted around, trying to find the source before realizing what was asked. He turned to face Meloetta, whose eyes were shut, her hand over her mouth as if she were laughing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Her voice chimed again in his mind.

"You...understand what I'm saying?" Tommy asked aloud, Meloetta smiling as she gave him a slow nod.

"I can not speak with my voice, merely sounds and melodies that I feel can come out, however I can directly link my thoughts with others. Tell me, what are you?" Meloetta said, confirming that she hadn't ever made human contact, which only fueled Tommy's nefarious appetite for destruction. Reaching behind his back, he grasped the hilt of the stun baton, moving his other hand with gestures as he walked and talked towards her.

"We're like Pokemon in a way. We eat, sleep, fight, and exist just like you. We just have a more advanced way of doing everything..." A wild grin curled on Tommy's lips as he got right up on the poor, unsuspecting diva.

"Oh? Like what kinf of thi...AAAHH!" Meloetta shrieked in Tommy's mind as the stun baton struck the back of her neck with a sizzling crack. Choking screams came from her mouth and throat, but she didn't have the strength to project it very far. Tommy's cackles were the last thing Meloetta heard before her strength left her, her vision soon fading to black.

Darkness was all that greeted Meloetta as she slowly came to. Looking around, she found herself spinning in circle, nearly tumbling downward.

"Where...am...I...?" Meloetta meekly thought, her feet stepping on an invisible floor in the midst of pure darkness. She lost all sense of self, suddenly finding herself being choked by an invisible force. As she struggled to breathe, a figure slowly appeared before. They looked just like her, but not all the same. Her hair was similar, but instead of it being green and flowing, it was wrapped up over top of her head, her eyes more intimidating than her own.

"You poor thing...as we speak your body is being defiled by that boy. Its a horrid sight...so I've shielded your sight from it. Please...may I help you?" The other Meloetta said, cupping the cheeks of the original who was still chocking, now on her hands and knees. Tears rolled down her pale face, now reaching towards the other. The other clasped its strange hands around it, giving Meloetta a soft smile.

"I'll take care of the fiend for you, just rest now..." The other Meloetta said, Meloetta's eyes slowly closing, her bodies anguish fading away.

"Ah fuuuucckkk I-I'm gonna...hugh!" Tommy's voice echoed in the void, the rancid taste of his noxious seed filling the other Meloetta's mouth. Tommy breathed heavily, removing his now flacid prick from Meloetta's throat and mouth. He turned his back to the body laughing a smiling with glee as he wiggled his pants over his rear. Behind him, Meloetta coughed up gobs of his nasty spunk as quietly as she could, her eyes weakly opening. Her once meek, submissive eyes turned ferocious.

Taking a large breath, she then shrieked like banshee at the top of her lungs, both in the open and within Tommy's mind, causing him to jump with fright before falling to his knees in agony, clenching his hands over his ears desperately to try and quiet the mind shattering pain. The voice then echoed out, Tommy turning around to see Meloetta back on her feet, but instead of the soft eyed, gentle feeling she once had was now eyes of complete malice, a wicked smile forming on her mouth as her hair wrapped over top of her, brightly glowing orange.

"YOU WILL SUFFER!" her voice shrieked, his body taking flight forward without a second thought. Trying to stumble away, Meloetta dashed past him, planting a strong kick in the center of his stomach. He gagged loudly with pain as he fell back, his body rolling upon the ground like a wagon wheel before being stopped by the stump she was once on.

Tommy clenched his stomach tightly, his weezes trying form into words, pleading and begging for mercy. Before Tommy could fully open his mouth, Meloetta darted forward, planting a ferocious punch combination to his jaw and throat. Unable to speak nor breathe, Tommy stared in absolute terror, the dark, sinister smile on Meloetta's face turning into that of an executioner.

It was like a never ending stream of punches and strikes, his body recoiling from every blow like a helpless doll. Various cracks and snaps could be heard as she focused a few of her blows, causing blood to pour from his now grimacing lips. In excruciating pain all over, the final things that he saw were Meloetta's eyes glowing like the moon, her final strike planting right between his eyes. The final blow caused his neck to snap from the recoil, the back of his head slamming against the top of the log.

"He can't hurt you anymore. I'll shall remove him from view then you can come back out and rest," she said, dragging the now mangled Tommy into the bushes. She sighed heavily, content that she had disposed of the vile being. Slowly she stepped upon the tree trunk, closing her eyes and clasping her hands together as her hair began to unravel, it's hue returning to its original shade of green. Tears began dripping from Meloetta's eyes as she came back, slowly closing them before falling fast asleep on her stage.

Jenny sighed, stretching her arms to the sky to loosen up her limbs as she began to dredge back to the road. As she steadily approached, she spotted something written in some dirt just off the path. Stooping down, she was quickly able to make it out with no trouble.

"Meloetta killed..." She said, removing her notepad from her back pocket and taking note of it. Returning it to her back pocket, she then finished her return, one of the officers soon detailing another murder scene. Jenny shook her head, taking a cigarette from the hands of the officer, taking a short drag on it before handing it back.

"It never really ends...does it?" Jenny sighed, releasing her small puff of smoke into the air. Clearly a Pandora's box had now been opened with there only job right being to clean up the mess.