Martin Mystery
Time heals all wounds
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Martin Mystery, I am just a fan.
Summary: It has been three years since their disappearance; no one had ever been able to find them. Most just assumed them dead, but…what really happened?
A/N: My first Martin Mystery fanfic, go easy on me.
"Prologue"
Martin, Diana and Java walked through the woods carefully. This was another one of the center's endless investigations. They had been out in the field for awhile, but they hadn't found anything yet. Diana gave Martin a look that said "we should give up…we can't find anything." Martin just shook his head and the three continued on.
Somewhere along their search, Martin and Diana got separated from Java, but this had happened before. They had met up after and everything was okay, so they continued on in their search, leaving Java behind to fend for himself. There was an eerie sound and Martin and Diana stopped dead. A stick broke behind them and Diana quickly took hold of Martin's arm. Both of them turned around and looked every which way before they continued walking.
"You can let go of my arm now Di…" Martin whispered. Diana only held his arm closer. He chuckled a little. "All right Di…whatever." They walked on, but soon Diana stopped. Martin turned back to her; her eyes were wide, her breathing was fast and it came out in large puffs in the cold winter air…something was wrong.
"Diana…" Martin said slowly, he reached his hand out to touch her face; she flinched, "Diana…what's wrong?" Her hand moved up and she pointed, Martin turned around, but he saw nothing, he turned back to Diana. She still had the same expression on her face. It was of total and complete terror. Martin couldn't stand to see her look like that. He reached out to bring her closer to him, but she let out a shriek and started to run the opposite direction.
"DIANA!" Martin screamed; he chased after her. His throat was raw and his legs felt like they were frozen solid, he could only imagine how Diana felt. It was hard to keep up with her, but finally he had tackled her and pinned her to the ground. She wrestled against his body and it was like something ignited inside of him, like a fire burned deep inside. His breathing quickened in pace and he let out a howl of pain…then everything went black.
The center spent years looking for them. Three years to be exact, but they never found anything. They didn't find their bodies, they didn't find any clues…no footprints, and no strands of hair…nothing was left behind. Soon…this investigation became a cold case, never to be dug up again.