-1Note: I apologize for the this story being so short, but I always wanted to finish this and was never planned to be very long anyways. This chapter will probably be the shortest one and the next may be even shorter. I have a really busy job and I don't have much free time so I do as much as I can in my rack every night, but I hope you all enjoy this one, it should be the second to last chapter.
Worthy Ch. 4
Hours of fruitless searching turned up very little. Other then a few, vague local legends scattered throughout central and south America, there was nothing to be found. As I thought, the "mystical creature" route was a dead end. Im not sure why I tirelessly searched this bit of information, but from the nature of the crime, I guess it kind of made sense. I was about to quit when I found something interesting. A strike team of American Marines was wiped out in an incident almost twenty years ago. Men were found skinned, heads removed…sounds familiar. Apparently there were only two survivors after a large detonation made a crater in the lush Amazon forest. There's no further information after that. So now we have another set of murders, but who or what can take out a team of Marines? I mean the Army with their lack of discipline, proper training and courage sure, but Marines are highly trained killing machines.
I decided to call it quits for the night.
The killer silently stalked his newest prey that night. He had followed him all around town, studying his every move, learning his behaviors and habits. That night he sat in a tree across the street as the man walked from his office. The one with the door labeled "Mars Investigation."
The next day at school I met up with Mary to further discuss the matter. She was still distraught but more willing to talk then before. We met during lunch at my usual table. "thanks for listening Veronica, no one else is willing to listen to me, they all think Im crazy." I know exactly how you feel Mary. "Well tell me what you saw that night?" I asked. She sighed and looked at the ground. "Well, it was like a nightmare, at first all I saw were bodies dropping…and then…well I saw it…" She seemed elusive. "Mary, what is it? Was it a man? Woman?" I asked. She shook her head. "No…it was neither, It was like a ghost, I could make out its outline, its huge hulking form but….it was almost clear like a drinking glass…" I sat the pondering the meaning of Mary's words. "Mary, that's impossible, what in the world can possibly do that?" She just lowered her head. "I don't know, and I wish I did."
That night when I arrived home I was exhausted. The case has gone nowhere. Nothing added up, what ever was killing people was not only good at it, but had convinced Mary he was a translucent devil. I sat down on the couch and waited for dad to arrive. A few minutes later he walked through the door carrying a large package. "What's that?" I asked. He smiled and pulled out a shotgun. "Every good cop should have one!" he smiled and put it away as he sat next to me. "What's wrong hun," he asked. "I haven't been able to figure a damn thing about the murders from Mary, she keeps muttering on about her invisible demon…" My Dad replied, "Well, there are a lot of things out there that we don't know about, just because it seems impossible doesn't mean it is." He smiled. I noticed the dog was whimpering in the corner with his tail tucked between his legs. That was odd… Then I noticed on my Dads balding forehead…three red dots in a triangular pattern…Sniper! "Dad look out!" I yelled and with a surprised look on his face I tackled him just before the glass shattered and there was a scorch mark on the wall. My dad and I scrambled to our feet and looked around. Suddenly the door was knocked clean off its hinges hitting me and knocking me down. "What the…?" I heard my Dad yell. As I looked up, two blades landed in front of my face and as I reeled back I looked up and the arm that it was attached too, wasn't human.
