Chapter 1
In the Swagger household, Angel was giving her three year old daughter, Emmy a quick bath before the worst was to come. Emmy played with the bubbles and Angel blew on some of them, making them move on the water.
It had been over a month since Angel closed the case of the 'Beach Killer Murders'. Angel and her husband, Mok moved on with their lives, especially with their daughter.
Just then, Angel snapped back to reality when she and Emmy heard the sirens outside. "Mommy, what is that?" Emmy asked, having not heard the sound before.
"That is a siren, the storm is getting close," Angel replied and took Emmy out of the tub and dried her off.
Angel helped Emmy into pajamas and brushed her teeth and took her to bed. Mok came in and noticed how quickly Emmy fell asleep. "I used the baby bubble bath, it will help her sleep through the whole thing," Angel said to him.
"I am not so sure, I have a feeling that this storm is going to be a nasty one," he replied, peeking through the wooden boards on the window.
"Do you think we should've gone to the school?" Angel asked, feeling her husband's nervousness.
"No, somehow, we'll make it through," Mok replied and kissed his wife's forehead.
They left their daughter's room and went to the living room, where they watched the weather news on TV. Reporters were out on piers or docks pointing to the dark clouds on the horizon and there were a few lightning strikes.
"The best for the residents of Mystic Rock Harbor is to stay in the lower part of their homes and do not go out in the storm as you saw that there is lightning and basketball sized hail will fall and it will likely be fatal," one reporter said.
An news anchor woman tells the audience, "We also advise everyone to be stocked up on food, batteries, toiletries, water, and medical supplies as this storm will cause power outages. Be aware that the electric companies are on stand-by, but they will not restore power until the storm has passed."
"Have you experienced anything like this in your youth?" Angel asked her husband.
"A few times, but they were not at all pleasant. My father always kept saying, "Don't know why this causing a lot of panic, it's no big deal." However, everytime the storms hit, the windows that had not been boarded up would break and glass scattered everywhere in my apartment.
"My father, being drunk as he was, slept through the whole ordeal, while my mother and I went to our apartment's basement. By the time the storm passed, we would find my father on the bed, sleeping away without a care in the world," Mok explained.
"With no scratch on him?" Angel asked, flabbergasted.
"Nope," Mok answered.
Angel took a quick peek through the wooden boards and saw that the dark clouds were getting closer to the shore.
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Elsewhere in the town, in a one-story house, a female dog humanoid had been panicking ever since she heard the sirens.
"I think it's getting closer," she said to her husband.
"Will you relax? It'll pass in no time," he answered, he could feel the weight of the pistol in his holster.
The couple's two children were also fearful for their lives and they cuddled together in a corner.
"Honestly, you three are old enough to know that storms will go by and you're safe in this house," the male dog humanoid informed them. "And if you don't shut up and behave, I will shot you like dogs," he added, but he didn't reveal the pistol.
"Honey, you don't mean that, do you?" his wife asked, but her husband just chuckled.
It wasn't until later, that the dark clouds hovered over the town, the wind picked up, and the lightning and thunder struck. Heavy rain came down really fast, much like a waterfall.
The dog humanoid family were still in the living room, listening to the storm. The lights began to flicker, but then, a loud thunderclap boomed and the electricity went out.
"It's happening! Oh gods! Please take me and my babies!" the wife exclaimed, cradling her teenage children.
The husband did his best to ignore his family's unbearable excitement. He had done it before, but this was the last straw.
"Will you just shut up?!" he yelled at his wife, but that only made things worse. The wife began to shake and, much like a real dog, began to whimper and so did her children.
"Alright, that's it!" the husband shouted and pulled out the pistol, "I said that I will shoot all of you like dogs!" he yelled, pointing the gun at their faces.
"Alan, please, we won't-" but the wife didn't get to finish as her husband shot one round into her forehead and she was dead before she hit the floor.
The two children screamed as they stared at their dead mother, but their father shouts, "Enough! Now go outside!"
Having no choice, they followed their father's instructions and headed out into the storm, with the father carrying his dead wife on his shoulders.
The father had his children walk down the street, gun in hand, and he was getting drenched by the rain. Thunder boomed and lightning cracked.
The children whimpered and their father ordered them to stop outside of the run-down dock they lived close to. He dropped his wife's body on the ground and turned his attention to his children.
"You three have been nothing, but trouble," he said to them and then, a loud thunderclap echoed across the sky, just as the culprit shot both his children in the back.
He hurried to the dock, where the waves were atrocious and slamming against the wooden piers. The culprit threw the pistol into the sea, hoping that the waves would take it to the depths.
Seeing that the job was done, he hurried back to his home, where he changed clothes and went to sleep on the couch.