A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a new chapter for the Haunt!
This marks Day 2 of rapid fire updating because next week is my camp trip, and I will not be updating from May 19th-22nd. I arranged everything that had to be done, but the one thing I need right now is rapid fire updating 24/7 ish. So get ready for a wave of TOBN on MBAV Fanfiction folks! Jokes!
As for this story, it is doing fairly good. I have an idea on where this is going to go, but you never know when it comes to me :)
Shoutouts to...
MBAV fan66- Not surprised your here fanfic buddy! Jokes! And you are right! It would totally suck if the specter decided to kill everyone 24/7. That would suck. For them of course. Jokes! And don't you worry fanfic buddy; I plan on taking a very relaxing vacation for four days, so I am pretty psyched. I'll miss you though! ;) Thanks for the review fanfic buddy!
123456789vampire- Too bad indeed. Who's next I wonder? You'll just have to find out soon. Shame this is a short story, and when I say soon, I mean SOON. Jokes! Thanks for the review!
funkybananas47- Yeah, things are kinda like that in a horror story. Hope I gave you shivers though because that was what I was aiming for! Jokes! Thanks for the review!
And with that, let us begin, shall we? Drop a review and start reading! Go on! Go!
ENJOY!
P.S- Forgot to mention in the first chapter this takes place when everyone has graduated :)
The Haunt
By TiredOfBeingNice
Chapter 2: The Investigation
Rory stood by the murder scene, his hands quivering in the cool spring air as his blonde hair was swept away by the wind. It had become mysteriously cold nowadays, and it all had started when that specter had made its way into the heart of Whitechapel, killing people in an instant.
It has been a while since everyone had graduated, and he knew David quite well. He was finally going to propose to Hannah after about three years in the dating scene, and now that she was brutally murdered, he couldn't get past the fact that she was dead. He wouldn't talk to anyone, and a few nights ago, had commit suicide. It was terrible. Now, Whitechapel was dealing with two deaths and two funerals. It was absolutely tragic.
Rory knelt down to examine the scene, wincing at the fact that this blood belonged to none other than Hannah Price.
It was told by David that a ghoulish figure draped in black had driven a metal axe straight through Hannah's skull, killing her in an instant as half her head had came off. It was terrible to hear, and hearing that made Rory fear what was really happening in Whitechapel.
He would really use his friends' help right now.
Ever since they graduated, they had swiftly drifted apart. Of course, they tried to keep in touch, and when supernatural problems arose, they would reunite once more. But they had hardly talked due to the fact that supernatural was draining in this town.
Sarah had went to Toronto to pursue her dream as an architect, Benny had been in charge of the police squad [so they were fairly in touch], Ethan was in charge of a small, but wealthy, company he had made, and Erica was a teacher in Calgary for the musical arts. As for Rory, he had become a forensic scientist, and was, at the moment, an assistant for one. His boss walked up to him with a notepad.
"So? What do we have, Keaner?" He asked gruffly, posing to start writing. Rory gulped; his boss could be very strict, but he reminded himself he could be pretty nice as well. He gulped.
"The blood scattered could mean it was a really heavy blow or multiple small cuts. But based off what the witness had said, he saw an axe being driven in her head, which probably explains the cut." The boss scribbled stuff down as he looked up briefly. "Any finger prints?" He asked. Rory shook his head as he stood up.
"None. But I did find this." He put on rubber gloves and with his super vamp vision, picked up a small shard of silver and dropped it in a plastic bag. He handed it over as he marked it down as 'Exhibit A'. The boss frowned in thought as Rory cleared his throat, catching his attention.
"The drive of the axe was so strong, that the axe had sent a small spark of silver. I also found this near the grass she fell in." He pulled out a grey piece of skin in a baggie with the marks of 'Exhibit B' out of his jacket. Rory shivered at the sight of it.
"This is skin of some sort. I found it about a day ago, and I checked recently for any signs of DNA, but when I did, I found nothing. Is it possible for there to be no DNA results in a skin sample? No." The boss looked at Rory. "Then what do you suppose we are dealing with here?" He asked. Rory narrowed his eyes in thought.
"I honestly don't know. We are dealing with something crazy, boss." The boss nodded as he scrunched his face up in thought. "Who do you suppose we should call when it comes to things like this?" He asked. Rory's mind whizzed, but he only had one answer.
"Sir, I am going to need those pieces of evidence I found, and I have to take a trip to the police station."
Benny sat in the chair of his head office, fingers flying on the keyboard as he tried to search for normal criminals. Was it possible one of them was responsible for what had happened to Hannah the previous night?
It was late at night now, almost about the same time Hannah had been murdered. That was all that he could think of right now. And then a night after her death, David had commit suicide. He was dealing with two deaths, and the police station was buzzing like crazy.
One of his top employees rushed in, his hands drenched in blood as Benny's eyes widened, shooting up in an instant.
"Ron? What are you doing here so late? You were supposed to have a day off, is it not?" He asked. Ron panted as he struggled to catch his breath. Benny frowned at his hands. "What happened?" He asked. Ron sat down, clearly exasperated.
"N-Not...my blood." He said, struggling to say the words. Benny's mouth quivered as he gulped. "Who's?" He managed to choke out. Ron locked eyes with Benny. "D-Della." He finally said. Benny's eyes widened as he struggled to say anything.
"D-Della?" He stammered.
Della had been Benny's girlfriend ever since he graduated, and now the fact that she was dead absolutely struck his mind with a big knife. She was dead of course, judging by how much blood was on Ron's hands. He fought back tears as he looked at Ron.
"I know this wasn't your fault." He said. "It better not have been your fault RON!" He screamed, his voice raising an octave or two as Ron backed up slightly, afraid at his boss' sudden rage.
"N-No. Della and I met at the street, and I offered her to take her to your office so you guys could have a date and I would take over if you had wanted. But then, before we left, the...black thingy...it popped out of no where with an axe. Before anyone could run, he had thrown the axe and it drove straight into Della's chest. The ghoulish figure drew the axe back out and disappeared, saying that 'it only goes for one person a night'. I tried to stop the bleeding, but I saw her heart literally drop down from her chest, and that was the end of Della." He explained, tears down his eyes.
Benny couldn't take it anymore as he choked on tears. Della had been murdered. It was all his fault. He should have been there. He should have warned her of what was the dangers in this world. And because of him, he was gone.
Another police officer knocked on the door as he looked at Benny's sullen face.
"Mr. Weir? Mr. Keaner from the forensic science lab is here for you." He said with a straight face. Benny nodded as he sent both the officer and Ron out. Suddenly, he saw Rory walk into the office, and by the looks of it, he was crying too.
"B-Benny..." He murmured, giving his best friend a hug. Benny nodded as he cried right in front of him, breaking down into tears.
"I loved her...I l-loved her so much!" He wailed. Rory nodded, thinking back to his girlfriend, Delilah [OC]. He would die if he lost her, and he couldn't imagine what Benny was going through right now.
"B...I am so so sorry. Please..promise me this will not turn out like Hannah and David. Please Benny, don't do anything." Benny nodded. "I promise."
They stood in silence for a few minutes, both deep in thought as Rory frowned.
"So...I came here to show you this." He pulled out the two bags of evidence; the one containing the silver and the one containing the skin. Benny looked at each one as Rory frowned.
"This was from whoever, or whatever, killed Hannah. David had said Hannah was killed with an axe, and now I found the same material that an axe would have. Silver metal." He concluded. "This piece of skin as well...it puzzled me. It had no trace of DNA, and even with the fact it had dead skin cells." Benny frowned. "Wait, dead skin has DNA still?" He questioned, clearly blanking out because of how his brain was no longer in function. Rory nodded.
"Well, while keratinized skin cells are no longer living, they still have a nucleus which contains genetic material, which is DNA. However, eventually they will be sloughed off of the skin as it wears and rots." Rory informed. Benny frowned.
"So we are obviously not dealing with a human, or even an animal. Does this mean..." Rory nodded.
"We have a some sort of supernatural creature on our hands." He said.
The two sat in stunned silence as Benny picked up the phone and dialled a familiar number. He heard it buzz when he finally got a signal, and a cheery, feminine voice entered his ears.
"Benny?" Sarah asked. Benny took a breath. "Hey Sarah, we have a crisis on our hands. Phone Erica, and get the next plane to Whitechapel, stat. We have a supernatural problem on our hands." He said. Sarah nodded, murmuring an 'okay' and hanging up.
Rory also got off the phone with Ethan, and he smiled.
"Ethan's coming tonight and staying at my place." Benny nodded. "Erica and Sarah are coming tomorrow morning at the most, I hope."
The two nodded in satisfaction, and Rory left, leaving Benny to cry in the dark, his heart longing for the arms of his girlfriend.
But all of the sudden, a reddish glow appeared in his office, the lights flickering on and off. Benny shot up and pulled out a gun from his drawer. He had kept it there in a case of emergencies, but this looked a lot more serious.
"W-Who are you?" He stammered. The specter held out a silver axe.
"I may only kill one person a night, but that doesn't mean I cannot have a more...comfortable home."
With a fearful scream, Benny saw the specter dive straight towards him and his world flashed red, then disappeared completely.
A/N- Hope that gave you shivers like it gave me shivers! Brr!
So I will see you with this story in...two weeks. Yeah, that's right.
In the meanwhile, thanks for reading, drop a review, and yeah!
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