No Accident

Special Agent Jack Weston was headed for Belli Castle, driving a Silverpool police car. He probably didn't need to, but he preferred it to the piece of junk he drove anyway. The road that led there was an old, lonely stretch that wandered through the countryside, which turned quickly into dense forest, for about thirty miles before arriving at the front of the old castle. There was really nothing for miles beyond the castle, so the road was virtually unused, save the occasional farmer or lost tourist. He had been driving for nearly twenty minutes, and hadn't seen one car. He wasn't planning on this trip today, and it was probably going to make him late getting home. Anne didn't like it when he was late, because she would have to reheat his dinner, but he didn't either. Thinking about his family seemed to make the trip go by quicker. His son, Ron, was only a year old, and there was another baby on the way already. It seemed like just yesterday he was getting married...

Letting his mind wander, and not expecting to see anything, he almost passed by another car stopped by the roadside. He slowed down to look, but then stopped the car. He noticed that this car was totalled. It seemed to have hit a large stack of logs that was off to the side of the road. Quickly he got out to see if there was anybody inside. He gasped as he saw two people in the front of the car, both obviously dead.

He got closer and looked inside. There was a woman on the passenger side, slumped over the dashboard with a head wound, and a man in the driver's seat. But as he looked at the man, he realized this must have been no accident. There was a wound in his body that was undoubtedly made by some sort of knife. It seemed to have gone all the way through and through the seat behind him as well. He recalled Officer Marshall telling him that the girl claimed to have been in a car accident in which her parents died... but she never said anything about being attacked. At first he didn't believe any of it, but now he had to concede that at least some of her ridiculous testimony was truthful. He went back to the car, glad he'd brought the police car now, and turned on the radio.

"Hello, control? This is Special Agent Jack Weston. I need to report what appears to be a double homicide."

A female voice came back to him. "What is your location, Agent Weston?"

"I'm about 15 miles down the road that goes by Belli Castle. I don't think it has a name..."

"All right. Please remain on the scene, I'm sending other officers to assist you. They will be there as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

He got back out to investigate further. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he had a feeling that there was more to this that he didn't know about...

She limped, naked, through the stone halls of the building she was in. It was huge, it had to be a mansion or something. Through a window she saw what appeared to be a castle, a huge structure of stone that extended high toward the clouds. She had not found anything to cover herself with yet, so she was forced to walk the halls naked. She was in an extreme amount of pain and could barely walk, and the wounds on her back were still open and bleeding. She was disoriented and confused, just hoping to find a way out. She had walked up stairs inside of what looked like a giant well, and passed through a room with a large, expensive-looking statue. She was now on a catwalk that was above what appeared to be a library. A clock, ticking loudly, was the only noise in the large, empty room.

She limped slowly through another door, and found more stairs leading upwards. She had no idea where she was going, and was pretty sure up wasn't the best way to go at the moment, but had no other choice. She ascended the stairs, hoping to at least find a window from which she could see the exit. She looked into the room and clasped her hand to her mouth, grabbing the railing with the other to stop herself from falling down the stairs.

In the large observatory at the top there was glass scattered everywhere, and in the middle was the corpse of a woman who had seemingly been impaled by one of the shards of glass. She was leaning back, and the huge glass shard was going straight through her, the end stuck in the floor. She leaned over, thinking she might puke. She stumbled back down the stairs. What happened here? What is this place? And how did she fit into it? She had no memories of anything, didn't know where she came from or who she was. She just knew this place wasn't safe, and she had to escape. She walked as fast as her aching legs would take her, not going in any particular direction, just hoping to find a way out.