I'm not sure how to start with this. I suppose I should just introduce myself. My name is Amy Meyer. I was a nineteen-year-old patient at Belleview mental hospital. You may ask for what reason? It started when I retained the services of Demonologists Merle and Emil Smith to deal with a certain problem I had. Then they both ended up dead, God rest their souls. When the police brought me in for questioning, I happened to meet their friend Gabiel Knight, and I proceeded to ask him to help me with my problem, under the eyes of the police.

In case you aren't familiar with the stories surrounding author Gabriel Knight, after his "Blake Backlash" series of books took off like a bullet, some people noticed that some rather unusual events in his books happened previously in real life in the presence of hundreds of witnesses. After a while, a group of his fans travelled to his ancestral hometown of Rittersberg, Germany, and made the discovery that for centuries his family has had religious beliefs, which were similar to Blake Backlash. Information on these beliefs were published on the internet, and totally went viral. It has led to the internet theory that every Blake Backlash book is based almost entirely on Gabriel Knights personal experiences attempting to live up these religious beliefs.

The beliefs can be summarized by saying that supernatural forces do exist in the world and that God chose Gabirel Knight's family to fight them. You don't find supernatural forces around every street corner, but they do exist. Whenever Mr. Knight is asked if he follows these beliefs his response is always along the lines of, "So what if I do? People have done weirder things in the name of their religion. It's not like I'm trying to get the Harry Potter books banned." On the other hand, if he is ever asked if he's ever had a supernatural experience, his response is always, "No comment."

So, why was I sent to Belleview? Because I genuinely believed that Gabriel Knight (with some assistance from Richard Castle) happened to solve my problem. People have tried to say I'm delusional. The police have strongly investigated what happened to prove a non-supernatural explanation of events. They have found nothing, or at least nothing that strongly contradicts my understanding of events. I have been released from Belleview, since nothing has happened to me since I met Mr. Knight, and the doctors all agree that I have never been a threat to anyone. I feel that I should get my story out, but Mr. Knight and Mr. Castle agree that since my story was resolved so quickly, my story is not enough to fill a feature length novel. It would barely qualify as a short story. So forgive me if I'm not the best writer but here is my way of getting my story out. I'm going to make most of this story to be from the viewpoint of the police so that you know what the police officially know and make your own judgements.

Soul Feud

A Blake Backlash/Nikki Heat crossover

Detective Nikki Heat wanted to cry. The day had started as ordinary as ever. Two victims, male and female, middle-aged, married. Bob and Emily Jones. They were shot, execution-style, in a cheap hotel. Nikki felt the beginning of a headache coming on as she discovered their personal occupation. Their official title was demonologists, but they seemed to focus on supernatural investigation, which meant they were either stupid or con-artists. She had always known that supernatural forces just don't exist in this world. The headache only intensified when she realized what was going to happen next. Police procedure pretty much demanded that the party listed as their emergency contact be, well, contacted. Her position as a New York homicide detective always carried the possibility that she would meet someone famous in her work. Her head felt like it was about to burst when she saw that the Joneses emergency contact was the one famous person who she wanted to meet the least, ever since all that info about his ancestral religious beliefs appeared all over the internet.

Blake Backlash.

One day later, Blake Backlash called out inside his ancestral castle, "Fujitsu! FUJI!" After a few minutes of searching the old fortress, Blake located his wife playing with their young son in the castles rear courtyard. He called out to them, "There you are, Fuji."

Fujitsu said to the young Shawn Backlash, "Honey, I apparently need to talk to your dad for a moment."

Shawn nodded to agree, and the young boy ran off with his ball.

Fujitsu turned to Blake, and noticed his pale face, which prompted her to ask, "Blake, is something up?"

Blake replied, "Fuji, I've just been contacted by the New York police. Bob and Emily have been murdered."

Fujitsu couldn't believe her ears. Bob and Emily might have been old, but they still had plenty of years left. She tried to contain herself, but she eventually fell into her husband's arms, crying way more then she had in a while. She cried out, "How, why?"

Blake replied, "The New York police detective I talked to tried their hardest to convince me that there was nothing supernatural about their deaths. However, I have found out that they were in New York for several weeks before it happened. I can only think of one reason for that. They were investigating a report of supernatural activity. Every instinct I have is telling me that I shouldn't let their investigation die with them."

Fuji replied, "You are going to New York then? You go on ahead of me. I need a day to make proper arrangements for Shawn's care. Be safe. I love you, Blake."