Hello and welcome. This is the sequel but it will have flashbacks into the past so you do kind of get a prequel….Kind of. Please review and enjoy.

Chapter 1: Time is a flat circle

It was late at night, the moon was shining down on the forest where the church kids were camping. They were sat around a large bonfire, roasting their marshmallows. Carrie was sat in the corner with Arthur. He was a tall but skinny guy who also shared Carries blonde and pale skin. His hair was a lot more dirtier though but it still suited him. The two were quietly chatting and laughing, they did not know they were being watched. He was roasting his marshmallow, staring at the two teens. It was McHale, his black hair disappeared into the night whilst his terrible fake tan stood out. Watching him, was another man, Ralph White. He was a tall man, his blonde hair dangled down his face, the colour was closer to brown though. His fists were clenched, he wanted to punch or at least kill McHale.

''Your marshmallow is burning.'' Ralph said, grabbing McHales attention.

''Can't have that now can we.'' McHale said as he took the marshmallow out of the flame. He was still looking at them

''I'd rather your burn.'' Ralph whispered into McHales ear as he got up to grab a box filled with crackers. McHale looked at Ralph but then moved his attention back to the two teens who were still chatting.

Ralph put the box down by the two teens, tapped Carrie on the shoulder and walked towards the dark woods. Standing there was a woman, she had long but curly black hair and a slight tan, she was one for the sunbeds. She was smoking but trying not to let the kids see but they all knew it anyway.

''How's Rachel?'' Ralph asked as he took a cigarette and started to smoke it.

''She's fine, needs a father.'' Barbara replied, guilt then consumes Ralphs face like the night consumes the day.

''I'll be round soon.'' Ralph said humbly.

''I don't expect you to do anything Ralph.'' Barbara said as she finished her cigarette.

Night of the massacre

The rain was falling on the streets of Maine. Detective Marcus Clark, he was in the alleyway but just sitting there as the rain washed him and his cheap suits. His brown hair that dangled over his face was dripping wet, he was a pale man with a slight stubble, the kind of stubble that came out in patches. Next to him was a bottle of gin or at least was a bottle of gin, the rain had washed it away.

''Clark, Clark, are you there? Come in Clark." His radio crackled. Marcus ignored it though, he was supposed to be on duty but he did not care right now….It wasn't his problem anymore. Then he could hear the crying out, he could see the smoke.

He used his strength to get up and look, he wasn't sure why, probably the alcohol or the temptation to walk into the fire. He fell over in the alley way a few times but managed to get over to the end. Then he could see it, the burning house in the distance where all the fire trucks were speeding towards the fire. Marcus was just stood there watching, what the fuck was going on he thought?

In another part of the town a young woman is at the police station. Her name Chloe Bolton, she was sat in the female locker room, the lights were flickering but she did not care. She had just taken off her body armour but just dumped it on the floor, it had a bullet hole in it. She was at least medium height but maybe a little smaller. Her short, dirty blonde hair was starting to fade so that her natural red would show. Her tan was starting to go, she needed a holiday. She stared at her pistol for a few moments whilst she thought about what she had just done.

''You're up.'' Detective Rodney Kuefer said as he walked into the female locker room. He was a very tool man and his muscles went with the height. His round face was covered in a light stubble and a thick tan from spending years in the army. He quickly walked out before anybody saw him and Chloe jumped up before walking out.

The fire had just been put out, the firefighters exited the smoke filled building but as the police tried to break up the crowd. Chloe walked up to a fireman, he was stood by the truck.

''What happened?'' Chloe asked as she walked up to the fireman. It was near impossible to see his face due to the suit and the soot from the fire.

''Not a clue, we're going to try and work it out but this looks like somebody set these kids on fire...Not sure how though.'' The fireman said. He looked at the smoking building, he had some notes that he showed her but the writing could not be made out, as if he was shaking the entire time he wrote it.

''Shit.'' Chloe yelled out.

''Yeah, right…..We'll get a report to you in the morning but right now we gotta check for survivors.'' The fireman explained.

''Whose house is this?'' Chloe asked as she looked around.

''Bing house, I think the kid was having a party.'' The fireman said as he walked towards the house to talk to a group of firemen.

''Shit.'' Chloe yelled out again as she walked back to her car.

The next day Chloe was at the station earlier than most people. She had a habit of not sleeping, she suffered from insomnia so she would just stay up and do work. She was sat at her desk, staring at her first cup of coffee, it looked disgusting.

''You are terrible at making coffee.'' Rodney said as he replaced the mug with another. She took a sip and put it down.

''Still shit though.'' Chloe said, she chuckled a little but Rodney just stared at her.

''You got your new partner coming in today.'' Rodney said.

''Just being assigned one, not sure who though?'' Chloe asked as she swung around to look at the others who had crawled into the office. Rodney was leaned against the cubicle wall, looking over the room whilst drinking the terrible coffee.

''George? I hear his partner has just been fucked up.'' Rodney replied.

''I doubt it, he's a nice guy but…...'' Chloe said but she stopped to drink the coffee.

''I think he's gonna get a transfer anyway.'' Rodney said when she stopped midway through her sentence.

''Kuefer, Bolton.'' Captain Jacob Nash. He was an average sized man with a fat face and Mexican heritage. His eyes were angry but it was probably the coffee he was forced to drink when he realised he wouldn't get to sleep when he heard about the massacre. Marcus was stood next to him, he seemed to have sobered up a little but was also holding a box full of things.

''Captain.'' The two detectives said.

''Marcus, you are going to work with Chloe on this case. Marcus take that desk.'' Jacob said as he pointed to the spare desk next to Chloe.

''Great, how you doing?'' Chloe asked. She never really spoke to Marcus but she had heard about what happened.

''I'll be fine.'' Marcus said as he put his box down.

''Ian was a hell of a guy.'' Rodney said as Marcus started to get used to his new desk.

''Thanks.'' Marcus said. He put out a few pictures and what seemed to be models of monsters, he still reeked of alcohol though, not a specific one but just a mixture of cheap spirits.

Marcus and Chloe were in Chloes car, they were driving towards the fire station. It was a sunny day but the house was still in everyones mind. They drove past it once, the house was practically a ruin now.

''Some party.'' Marcus said as he looked at the house.

''You smell like you had a great party last night…..Sorry.'' Chloe said when she realised what she had just said, it didn't really bother Marcus on the outside.

''It's fine….I've come to work smelling worse.'' Marcus said as he took a whiff from his shirt.

''Really?'' Chloe asked.

''Yeah. Back in highschool I worked at a cobbler shop, went to this party one night. Huge party, under a bridge. I showed up and started to drink to get courage to speak to this girl.'' Marcus explained, he started to chuckle a little.

''Worst idea ever.'' Chloe said with a grin glued to her face.

''Yeah but as I was my friend kept refilling my drink when I wasn't looking. I probably ended up drinking half a bottle of vodka before going to speak to her. By the time I did get the confidence I couldn't even walk so I just continued to drink. Next day i went to my maths lesson reeking of vodka…..Teacher wasn't impressed.'' Marcus said, the two started to laugh as they soaked in the story.

''Wow, I had my friend spike all of my drinks with brandy once in college…..I was still drunk for the mornings lecture.'' Chloe replied.

''Shit.'' Marcus said laughing.

The two parked their cars and walked towards the fire department. They walked towards the large red building which was filled with exhausted firemen. They walked through the department like ghosts, nobody seemed to notice them, nobody seemed to care.

''What the fuck….Oh great, it's the cops.'' The chief fireman said, Thomas Hardy was a fat, shot and angry old man with a moustache as big as his belly. His hair was grey and his red tie had a mustard stain on it.

''Tom Hardy.'' Marcus said as they sat at the desk, Hardy just stared at Marcus whilst he sniggered.

''What caused the fire?'' Chloe asked before the two detectives started throwing fists.

''Not a fucking clue.'' Hardy said as he went through the report.

''That's firemen for you.'' Marcus said under his breath.

''Very funny Marcus.'' Hardy said as Marcus sat there laughing.

''Do you have any ideas?'' Chloe asked, hoping he'd forgive Marcus' antics.

''The fire had two major factors. Smashed alcohol everywhere, spirits, the proper stuff as well, not the cheap shit… a log from the fireplace.'' Hardy said as he read from the many reports he had on his desk.

''So somebody threw alcohol onto the fireplace?'' Chloe asked.

''From these reports...A burning log was thrown onto alcohol the other side of the room.'' Hardy said. He sounded confused as he read it, the two detectives tried to work out what

''Footballers for you.'' Marcus said under his breath again.

''Spears were found in the pool area, some kids testicles attached to one of them.'' Hardy explained as he read the report, still sounding like he didn't believe it, probably because he did not.

''Fuck.'' Chloe said.

''The glass had all smashed. I was talking to Harry at your CSI department, the lanky kid? Anyway he said the glass would have smashed before the fire started.'' Hardy said. They knew the guy, he worked with Hardy a lot but they would probably have to pay him a visit.

''Meaning?'' Marcus asked.

''Well according to him. The glass smashes when it's heated up, it's basic science, I could tell you that...The glass was already smashed before the fire broke out.'' Hardy explained.

''Meaning what?'' Marcus said, he wasn't in the mood for any bullshit.

''Meaning…..Something caused them to smash. Have a word with Harry in CSI, but there's very little to know.'' Hardy said, he handed Chloe the folder and gave Marcus evil eyes. He had another copy of the file so he wasn't going to miss it too much.

The two detectives were driving back to the station, Chloe was keeping an eye on the road whilst Marcus was staring at the clouds.

''Shouldn't you be going through the folder...Or are you looking for clues.'' Chloe asked.

''You can drop me off by the boozer on the left.'' Marcus asked as they approached a small bar coming up.

''Why?'' Chloe asked.

''So I can arrest the youths.'' Marcus said sarcastically as he got out.

Marcus walked into the bar and started his crusade to drink as heavily as he could until he passed out, it was his favourite hobby. Chloe went back to the station for another hour, she was hoping to be able to see Harry but apparently she was busy. She went through the files, the evidence that she was given but something just didn't feel right. A spike or something had been thrown almost perfectly through the air, killing two people at either side of the door. This seemed impossible, the fire started unnaturally and the weirdest thing of all...The glass burst without any actual reason to.

''How is it going?'' Rodney asked as he walked over, it was only a few minutes until she was going to leave anyway but she was not to sure about this case.

''This makes no sense...Look at it. A massacre but with a mysterious….It makes no fucking sense.'' Chloe said as she handed it to Rodney.

''Maybe….Uh, what about the two guys who were doing the prom massacre. The one that happened a year ago.'' Rodney explained as he read through the notes.

''What?'' Chloe asked.

''George and Daniel, you know them. It seems a little like that.'' Rodney said as he pointed to their desks.

''I'll have a word.'' Chloe asked as she got her coat and bag.

''Coming?'' Rodney asked.

That night Marcus was sat in the bar with the intention to beat his liver harder than Batman beats the Joker. He downed a shot of whisky and then walked over to the pool table with beer in his hand, he kept thinking about Ian though which brought him down. Chloe was at her apartment with Rodney, they were going to watch Red Dragon but she was texting to see if she could speak to George. Rodneys girlfriend was unable to join them that night so they were going to stuff their faces with Chinese.

Late into the night where the it was impossible to see in front of you. A police officer was walking down the street towards a tunnel where a mysterious woman was laying on the ground.

''Move along now.'' The police officer said but as he looked at the girl he could barely make out who she was. She looked up at him though, he could see the devil in those eyes but as she leaped up it ended. A few moments later the woman was walking away from a body and a pool of blood.

Well I hope you enjoyed but please review. Do you like the flashbacks and the new characters? I'm going to change the story a little, mainly involving Sue but I'll try to keep it as accurate as I can. Until next time, have fun.