I'm finally updating! It took me a while, but it's up here now. Story begins moving now that I caught these 'introductory' chapters up. The first chapters are the hardest for me to write and now that they are up I can continue with relative peace. And one last thing..jingles collections box Reviews?
Chapter #2
'Visions' are something I've always hated. From the time Isis Ishtar 'took me back to roots' and last night's little episode I have learned two things about these hallucinations. 1) You can hardly concentrate on a thing afterwards and 2) It leaves you feeling drained the next morning.
Today for instance. In the wake of a very abnormal headache I took a day off. Normally I hate slacking off on my work but last night had left me drained. It was Monday, so Mokuba was at school, which meant that I had no one hanging on to my shoulder asking how I felt. The maids know to keep their distance in order to keep their jobs. Something that was drilled into their heads during the job interview.
I was sitting in my home study, staring out the window in a strange moment of peacefulness. Mokuba wouldn't be home for several hours and I felt bored out of my mind for maybe the first time in years. However much I wanted to do something, though, I knew that vision would keep me from concentrating. And so I sat there. Almost going out of my mind with the silence and absence of movement. Over time I got to wondering exactly what I'd seen last night. Murder or just a delusional day dream? Maybe not a day dream. I grew out of those when I was adopted by Gozaburo. In the end curiosity won out, and ignoring the screams of several defiant and clearly unhappy to be dead teenagers from some car accident somewhere, I swiveled around to my computer.
My first search was cursory, through databases of several local newspapers. Nothing on murder or accidental deaths in the city anywhere. I decided that if the papers didn't manage to get anything the police wouldn't have found anything. The press pulls strings until they have at least part of the story. The rest they just make up without a second thought.
On an impulse I searched through several other databases, this time outside of the city. I searched for maybe an hour and a half, searching farther and farther away, and was just about to give up when I found it. Small newspaper for an even smaller town, roughly 60 miles from the outskirts of Domino's closest neighboring city. The article was front page news. The article read:
Last night, at roughly 5:30 pm, long time resident Sakura Dace, age 36, was found dead in the heritage city hall of Tellar. The mother of four was found around 9:00 pm by authorities when she failed to return home for dinner. "Foul play is the cause of her death", say authorities. She was found with a knife wound in her back and a look on her face of pure terror. No one is yet sure who killed her and why, but her death is the most recent in a line of killings making a steady trail across the country. The killer is yet to be apprehended for the murders of fourteen other residents of various towns. Authorities say they are doing all they can to find this heartless killer, now dubbed 'Heart-Breaker', because each of his victims had a family and group of close friends to leave behind. Mrs. Dace's widowed husband is…
And so forth. I sat back in my chair, completely bewildered, and let my mind digest this information. The woman in the photo above the article was the woman in my vision all right. She was smiling too, and I could hardly believe that the caption said that the photo had been taking exactly one week before her death. Her look of terror would haunt me forever now. Something else I couldn't believe was that this killer had fourteen other victims. Fourteen! Why would I start seeing a death now when I could just as easily have heard the voices?
I rubbed my temples and shook my head. I was being crazy. I doubted that this vision meant anything. Same as with my voices, I wouldn't hear the same person twice. With the killer, I couldn't possibly see one of his victims again. But still… I started looking into the other murders right away. No way would the rest of my day be quiet. I wassearching for something to reassure me of no connections, but in the pit of my stomach I had a really bad feeling about all of this.