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Chapter 1- "In the darkness"

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This was the strangest and most horrific case I had ever been on. I was

investigating a

series of murders of which my grandmother was a part of. A victim. When I first

heard she was

dead, it was when the Bravo Team was assigned to this mystery. It was horrible

to find it out

only then, with no chance to have a rest before my job. My mother and father

probably would

have told me, but I have not heard from them recently. Maybe they did not find

out yet. Maybe

they are still in shock. Maybe. . . maybe 'he' got to them as well. . .

I slap myself mentally. I must think positive about this or I am going to break

down.

Goten's voice snaps me back to reality.

"Alright people! When we land, you are to search for any evidence regarding the

case!

No dilly-dallying, no slacking off, stay on guard! You got that?"

A murmur of 'yes sir's echoed through the helicopter.

"Bravo team this is your pilot speaking, we will be landing shortly so please

have

yourselves set and ready."

Shortly after that, we had landed. We all trudged out and not too long after

our landing

, we discovered a car. Ragged and dilapidating, it looked as though some

creature tore it apart-

along with the people inside. Blood was everywhere- on the seats, the ground,

the trees. The

entire area stank of death. Uubu pulled a small piece of paper from the car and

studied it.

"Whoa. Hey Pan, check this out!" He handed the paper to me and I shined my

flashlight

down to read it.

"Juunanagou. . .Age 21. . . Execution for. . murder of 23 people!?"

"I know. how could one person do all that?" Goten scratched the back of his

head.

"Those poor innocents! They were just doing their job when this scum came along

and

killed them!" Uubu's fists were clenched.

"Uubu, keep youself together. We are here only for the. . . ?"

"Mission," Replied Uubu. He relaxed a bit.

The trio of us continued to look around but all we found were the traces of an

animal

attack. Then we heard an ear splitting scream. We scattered, running through the

trees as fast

as we could. Uubu took off south and Goten went northeast. I went west. Running

under the

dark night sky and the shadowy forest portrayed a grim setting in my mind. I

could become

attacked and dead in a matter of seconds. Again, I mentally smacked myself. I

cannot let myself

become unstable, no matter what!

It was then I found it. The train. Yes, I could see the lights were on through

the windows,

but it still seemed dark. Dark, mysterious and spine-chilling. I felt as though,

there, in the darkness,

was some grotesque creature, just waiting for me to step inside so it could jump

out at me and

devour me slowly. . . painfully. . .

There I go again. Slap. Stop thinking like that! I am on a case, I better stay

focused!

Or else. . . . . . . . .

A drop of rain disrupts my thoughts. I look back at the train. Looks like I'm

going in because

it is now or never! I pull the door open and step inside. The door closes

automatically. I look back

at it's window and find myself staring back. Red bandanna, two big pieces of

black, black hair

framing my face, the rest in a ponytail. Black cargo pants and a belt full of

equipment. Black

sleevless vest over a red tee. Red gloves, cut at the knuckle. Black and red.

The colours

of the S.T.A.R.S. Teams.

I hear the rain pounding on the train. I break from the door and look around.

What is

that? A man? In this blood-stained compartment? I walk over to him and gasp. He

is dead.

Not any I-just-died-peacefully-in-my-sleep dead, more of a

I'm-a-zombie-just-wait-until-

I-wake-up kind of dead. His face and body is torn and dilapidated, just like the

car.

I turn around, shaken, to search the next compartment. Just as I open the door,

the sound of

footsteps surround me. I see two people with that scary-dead-zombie look walking

towards me.

I turn to run but come face to face with the man I just saw. I do the only

thing I can think of.

I grab my gun and then -BANG! BANG! BANG!- three well-placed headshots

successfully

kill them. . . kill them again. . . again. . . ?

"I-I thought they were dead. . . " I ponder aloud. What had caused them to look

and

act like that? Was it the murderer we have been looking for? Is it still here?

Is it watching me?

Waiting for its chance to strike?

I shake my head and continue to walk through the compartment. Then a static-y

sound

causes me to stop. I turn and see a walkie-talkie laying on the floor. It was

black with red buttons

and had the S.T.A.R.S. Crest upon it. Was a member of the team here recently? I

pick it up and

listen.

". . . reporting. . . can you hear. . . hear me. . . stay away. . . filled with

. . . woods . . .

with monsters. . .stay clear. . . re. . retreat. . .hello. . . hello. . .

ARRGH! AHH! NO!. . ."

"Hello? Hello?!" I turn up the volume and hear. . .

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

My hand falls to my side and shakily drops the walkie-talkie.

"Monsters?" I whisper.

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