Call of Uchiha: Dark Corners of the Earth

by Poruporusama

Jack Walters thought he was just a normal private detective, looking for a Brian Burnham. He was sort of a psychic. What if he wasn't really Jack Walters? What if he was from a world before the old ones? What if Jack Walters, was The Last Uchiha?

Now... I can fully see...

My last case opened in me a new fear... a real fear... a fear of myself... of what I am and what I have always been.
Hope... Despair... Purpose... Pleasure... All meaningless.
I now walk in the shadows between worlds, and it is there that I have finally glimpsed what lives in the dark corners of the earth.

But this is not the end...

I am not yet finished...

What I am...

I am...

-Six and a half years ago-

Massachusettes
6th September 1915

I closed my diary and took a puff of my cigarette.

I got out of my car.

"Damn, I hate the rain," I said to myself.

I put my hat my head.

I walked to Officer Robert Armstrong, "Robert... This had better be good. What's the beef?"

Robert rubbed the back of his head, giving me an apologetic face, "Sorry, Jack, we had to call. This fella will only talk to you... name's Victor Holt."

I shook my head as I thought to myself.

Then I said to myself, "Don't know any.. Victor."

As Robert was talking, he motioned towards the house, "He's the leader of this cult of his that moved in last week. They're a screwy bunch. We were just doing the morning rounds when we heard a gunshot from the house."

I shook my head, "Gunshots? Nobody told me anything about gunshots, who have we got out here?"

"Just me and a few new recruits," he said.

I sighed to myself, "Alright, lead the way."

Robert nodded and as we made our way, I heard the voice of a rookie, "M-Mr. Walters sir, I-Is it true what they say about you?"

I made a face and looked at him, "Depends on what they said."

The rookie continued, "T-They say that you've cracked cases w-with no evidence."

I shook my head, sighing, "You shouldn't believe everything you hear, kid."

The rookie looked down, a little depressed, but I doubt he'll of believed me.

When we made our way to the front, Robert looked at me and said, "Go on Jack. Holt is waiting for you in the shadows, just be careful, they're a bit twitchy."

I didn't even take two steps and someone shot a rookie between the eyes.

At that point, shit hit the fan.

I heard bullets from all sides and I quickly made my way to the side entrance of the house.

"The hell is going on here?"

When I entered, I spotted a strange eye like symbol painted in white on the wall.

"I better take a closer look."

I said to myself as I walked close, and touched the symbol.
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