Prologue
The closet of a country is the back of its head. Stocked and almost forgotten a past that was history. Legends that were rotting in dust and rust. Filled with paintings of the renaissance that was covered with crumpled and tattered old pieces of cloths; and paintings that were tossed and scattered all over the floor of the household closet.
Revealed paintings were filled with joyful colors. Heart warming images in different genres preserved within the closet. Clothes folded neatly in chests that were labeled in numbers. Numbers that looked like years and years that were counting down to its lowest that was 900's.
The chest was filled with clothes that existed a long time ago as normal warmth for the body. But buried beneath the neatly folded yet tattered clothes was one cloth matted with dry maroon like brown blotch. The cloth was certainly not the same as the clothes above it. Each of the chests contains one or more of the same tarnished clothes underneath the chests of clothes. A plethora of make-shift white flags made from used sticks or branches and white handkerchiefs and white table cloths stacked in one corner of the overly large closet.
A ray of light hit the stack of white flags and got bigger as the door of the closet was opened wider. A shadow remained in the middle of the rays of light. Red liquid was dripping by the shadowed figure. It was certainly not for the shadowed figure but from the cloth it held in its hand. The liquid trailed on the closet floor as the figure walked diagonally across the room.
The figure calmly searched over the rows of chests and only stopped when the figure was in front of the chest that read '2010' the figure pressed its hand on its chest just above its heart. The figure smiled and reached its over to the chest's metal handle. The figure swiftly opened the chest with outmost care. The chest was filled with the latest fashion statement for men and as well as for women; assorted for all ages.
The figure set aside a stack and folded accurately in a plastic the matted cloth that was in its hand and placed it deep underneath the chest's hull. The stack of clothes that was set aside was return to its place just above the plastic wrapped cloth. The figure closed the chest and stepped out of the door. The figure stopped outside the door, as it closes, and suddenly splits into two whole bodies that both smirked at the view of the closet.
Months ago it was a peaceful day in the world, nations and countries. Streams of human discoveries flowed through each and every nation. Alas even in this tranquil peace every nation couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong happening at their skirts of their boundaries and within themselves. They feel tiny pierces on their bodies. And on the later part somehow monthly, weekly, and almost daily each nation receive notes, reports and news that their population was decreasing with great celerity.
Murder was on its onslaught. But no one knew who is or who are the ones killing each of the nations in a slowly yet fast excruciating pain. No one could stand the unfortunate events that were happening yet every nation kept it as a clandestine file Until England could no longer take it.
England with his au courant yet disheveled hair does not want to watch his body rot with the deaths the swim through his body. England soon called his so called brother America and his once used to be arch enemy France to a meeting held by the three of them. All three nations concur to investigate the unusual event. Oh what could their investigation get and who could this murderer be?
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