Disclaimer: Yeah I own it cuz ya know this is what we manga writers do when we're bored, we write lame-ass fanfiction when we could easily put it in the fucking manga *sigh* yeah my life sucks thanks for asking, on to the story!!!
...The most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity. That such events have their own Rube Goldberg absurdity goes almost without saying. At some point, it all starts to become rather funny. That may be the point at which sanity begins either to save itself or to buckle and break down; that point at which one's sense of humor begins to reassert itself.- Pet Sematary by Stephen King
The woman stumbled into the office in obvious hysterics. She was crying, her eyes wide and face pale with terror. "What kind of place is this," she moaned.
Baxter looked around instintively for his superior officer, but Major Elric seemed to be a bit busy snarling what sounded like death threats into a phone. Havoc immediatelly took charge walking over to the terrified woman, "Just calm down" he said soothingly. She slowly managed to stop crying and nodded shakily. "Now why don't you have a seat," Havoc continued gently, "And tell me what's the matter."
As he guided her to a chair he called over his shoulder telling Baxter to get her a cup of coffee Baxter aquiesced glancing at the clock as he did so, he sighed, eleven thirty, another two and a half hours and he could have just gone home and this would have been someone else's responsibility. Baxter walked over with the coffee in his hand, the woman he thought would be quite pretty if she didn't look quite so distressed. However he mentally decided it was probably a bad time to ogle as he handed her the cup and prepared to listen to yet another utterly enthralling tale of a purse snatching or some other minor incident. But as he listened to the woman's story his mood changed from boredom, to uneasy incredulity as he began to seriously question the woman's sanity.
The woman's name was Amy Sandrick and she was visiting Central from some tiny village they had never heard of before. She had come to Central to visit her cousin, who she had been exchanging letters with for several months now. Things had gone wrong from almost the very beginning, no sooner did she flag down a taxi than did she realize she had forgotten the address.
"Well which part of the city is it in?" the driver asked, "if you tell me I'll take you there, then you can go to a phone booth and call for the address and I'll pick you up again." Amy agreed this would be a good idea and informed him that her cousin lived in a neighborhood known as South River. At this point Havoc and Baxter glanced at the map, a river flowed into Central from the southwest it came to a point a few miles south of the city's center, then went out again in a southeast direction forming the wedge shaped neighborhood known as South River.
As the cab drove through South River she began to feel uneasy, for some reason she got a distinct feeling of being watched, of awareness, despite a lack of people in the street. Her mood must have been obvious because the driver looked into the rear mirror asking if she was alright she realized with shock that his eyes were yellow, somehow she managed to say she was fine.
"What kind of yellow like the same color as Major Elric's eyes?" Havoc asked jerking his thumb over his shoulder. Amy glanced briefly and shook her head, "No his eyes aren't like the driver's at all, the Major's eyes other than their color there isn't anything unusual about them, but that other guy just looking at his eyes made me think of dead rotting things or the pus that drips out of an infection, things like that I can't really explain it."
At that moment she saw to her great relief a phone booth she got out of the cab and called her cousin asking for the address while she listened to instructions on how to get there she happened to look up and glance at a store window. Reflecting back out of the window was a face which was attached to nothing it was eyeless, black sockets like windows into nothingness, and it was twisted horrifically, painfully, it's mouth wide and black with a soundless shriek. Gasping in fear she did a double take only to see her own reflection pale and shocked staring back out of the window. Walking back to the cab trying to convince herself the face was just a trick of the light she told the cab driver that she would just walk, he grinned at her and wished her a good day, but as he pulled out she couldn't help but wonder how such bad teeth could be so sharp looking.
Amy began to walk according to the instructions she had received and tried to ignore the way the light from the setting sun looked like blood running between the paving stones. She was beginning to notice how oddly different this part of the neighborhood looked the buildings were much older, some were beginnig to crumble and lean, she also noticed how many were enclosed by wrought iron gates rusted beyond any hope of opening. As she continued walking the street names became less familiar she was sure she would have remembered seeing some of them on the map, when she passed Äußerer Kreis Avenue, and came upon Totenstadt Road she was certain she had never seen these on the map. In confusion she looked around and located another phone booth she was beginning to get very worried, after all the sun was sinking lower and it was getting dark. She walked into the phone booth and dialed her cousins number only to be told the number was not in service. She hung up in frustration then noted an odd phone book just beneath the payphone, it appeared to be bound in black leather and had a silver clasp kinda unusual for a phone book... she opened it anyway, and was confronted by a foreign and inpronouncable language, full of words with consanants where vowels should be, and even words without any vowels at all, and all of it written in a dark red almost brownish ink that reminded her uneasily of blood.(1) She picked up the phone to try again andinstead of a dial tone heard the hiss of static, uncomfortably there almost seemed to be words in that dead hiss just beyond comprehension but filled with enough sadistic malice to chill her to the bone, she hung up the phone so quickly it looked like it burned her.
(1) If you can guess what this book is I'll give u a sneak preview of the next installment if you're curious and really want to know then don't hesitate to ask it's looking like this will be at least 4 chapters at this point. Sayanora 'til next time