The very short first chapter. I'll try to make the rest of the chapters longer. \
This story is about an OC, so be warned. there will still be the other characters and pairings, so the story wont revolve completely arounf my OC, but a few friends of mine plus a person on ff . net thought it would make a good story.
Yet again. OC! Dont like, you no read.
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Ollie sighed as he drove down the old dirt road, the stones and pot holes rocking the car back and forth. Roads like this made him grateful for his reliable insurance.
He looked at the directions Dinah had given him.
Oh, no GPS. Ollie thought sarcastily, meekly imitating her. You wont get signal down there, anyway.
Already have been in the care for 5 hours, he wasn't in the mood for cheap, confusing directions. He slowed the car down briefly and turned the paper upside down, as if hoping he would be able to understand the directions better. Who said billionaires knew how to read directions?
There had been some sort of plague in Whispertowne, and the league had sent him to gather evidence. After authopsies on the bodies that were taken from Whispertowne, it proved safe for Ollie to go down there alone, seeming as the plague was only contagious by skin contact.
When Batman had said someone had to investigate, no one was quick to voulenteer. None of the members wanted to see such a broken town. Whispertown used to be a beautiful, happy town with a population of barely 500. All of the people were dead, and the town was abandoned.
Ollie had voulenteered, knowing some one had to do it.
He continued to drive down the dirt road, knowing that he should arrive at the town soon.
Most of the population had been old elderly couples, but there were also families with young children. Speaking of which, he had been told to look for three corpses. Of the town's population, and the people who were out of town when the plague hit, there were three bodies that were not found.
Another reason no one else in the league had voulenteered, no body wanted to stumble across the corpses of three dead children.
Ollie had their files sitting beside him, complete with ways to identify them.
Carrot Lily Betson, female, age 9 at death
Turnip Kaylor Betson, male, age 12 at death
Canteloupe Henry Betson, male, age 15 at death
Ollie shuddered when he saw the faded green sign that said Whispertowne 4 (four miles away, :) ).
A few minutes later he saw another sign infront of a small vacant town. Welcome to Whispertowne, Home of the Archers.
Ollie made a non-comical sound when he read it. Ironic, he thought. He drove through the town, parking in a school parking lot. The school appeared to be appeared to be a tiny, one story building.
Ollie hopped out of the car, pulling out bags of things to take samples with. He kneeled down and took some samples of the dust on the old concrete, put it in a plastic bag and labeled it. He walked down what appeared to be Main Street. There were small shopping stores, a grocery market, town doctor, a gas station, etc. He entered the grocery market, deciding to take samples of any food that might be left for possible leads on the plague.
He exited and continued to walk down the street, collecting water from puddles and other smalll things. He would wait until the end to do the houses, he didn't want to be in a depressed mood the whole time he was there.
He walked into the archery range. It was a small area filled with targets and lines taped onto the concrete ground. Newspaper articles and pictures were tacked to the wall. There was a large shelf that held a bunch of archery trophies.
He peaked around the corner, glad that he didn't find a dead bodies. He turned around sharply when he heard shuffling behind him.
Then from behind him, he heard the sound of the shooting string of a bow being pulled taut.