It was all so fast when it happened, Sorry, let me introduce myself my name is Cardiff Everday like the city in Britain but I lived in a medium sized town near a larger city that were basically part off but not officially. I’m gonna be perfectly honest and say that the crime rate is a bit higher than other towns mostly because criminals come here to lay low so not the best neighborhood and along side the fact that the only good school is in the main part of the city so that’s a nightmare of a commute but it’s pretty fun if you have someone to talk to on the way there, but that would be true if you weren’t me. You see i’m not the most approachable person there is and this isn’t because of my appearance, I think I look fairly nice with my tanned skin and black hair that for some reason that alludes me sticks up in every direction giving me a sort of windswept look in an area that doesn’t get much. My eyes were the standard brown like most of the population but I had flecks of gold in there from my Mother i’m told, I haven’t really met my parents but family tells me my Father’s name was Augustus Everday and my Mother’s was Crystal Everday but my father was murdered before I was born and my Mother passed away at child birth.
I lived with my aunt and uncle who just pretended I didn’t exist but that didn’t bother me as I started living on my own at the age of 16 and now i’m 17 and before you as how a skinny 5’10 teenager lives on his own well that is because of my little hobby and no, its not murder. In my spare time as a child I was alway interested in detective cases like murders and missing persons cases and etcetera, so I looked up some already solved cases that were released into the public and from the evidence and witness accounts try to guess what happened and who did what, much to my surprise I had an amazing talent at it and I guess most of them correctly especially ones pertaining to robbery and murder like where their hiding, motives, and where their likely to end up next. When I turned 16 there was an emergency alert on the t.v. during dinner saying that there have been a string of kidnapping in the area and along the coastline, the kidnappings mostly targeted at children and teenagers and the perpetrator is hasn’t been identified and is still at large. Now this is around the time I have guessed and reasoned out the outcomes to most crimes in the area but something this big attracted me like a starving man to all you can eat restaurant.
When it turned 11 o’clock I woke up and immediately started my research into the kidnappings. They were centered on the coast end of the city where most of the docks are and where many people commute through to get to the offices and businesses past them so that’s probably what’s holding up the police. After about an hour of looking at old documents about crimes in the area I stumbled across something interesting, an unsolved murder case where a fisherman’s teenage son and young daughter were brutally killed and dumped into the sea for unknown reason. The father soon disappeared off the face of the earth after the case was declared unsolvable but has popped up now and again in pictured and news clippings speaking about how the killer is still at large with a few quotes from the father who is revealed to be named Alex Whitman and that he still owns the boat the children were murdered on and surprise surprise he worked as a fisherman and cleaner at the coast of the city primarily but once in a while goes farther out to sea so the fish don’t get depleted which makes sense but in one article he says and I quote “I won’t ever be able to do my job now without seeing my children in the sea around the boat” If the murder of his children affected his so much then why is it that his boat is still in service and registered under his name? I don’t think this is a coincidence at all plus to re enforce this the day his children were allegedly killed was about three months before the kidnappings started which is how long it takes to get a vehicle authorized to be used after a law is broken or crime committed in it at least in this city it is.
I was 90% sure I had found the right guy so I wrote down all of my information and did something I thought I would never need to do, I grabbed the house phone and called the police
“Hello this is the GCPD what is your emergency” a male voice said to me in monotone and I could tell he was tired and wanted to hang up so I cut to the point
“I found the coastal kidnapper” I usually keep things blunt fast and to the point and that usually makes people take me more seriously but when I was this age I was stuck at that awkward stage where my body didn’t match my voice so I sounded much younger than I actually was leading to this.
“Ha, funny joke kid but do you know you can get into a lot of trouble if you call the police for no reason so go back to bed!” Then he hung up on me leaving me unsure what to do if no one would believe me and let the kidnappings continue or worse the kidnapping becomes killings. I made up my mind after a few minutes that it was up to me to stop him as cliche as that sounds so I went back upstairs and got back on the computer and searched for clues on his location which I found none, Alex Whitman is completely off the grid and I felt lost until I remembered his one remaining tie to his old life… his boat.
Author's Note
I hope you enjoyed and if you have any suggestions for what kind of crimes or mysteries he could solve later on I might put yours in the story
Have a great time!
I found the address of wharf the boat is docked at and a picture of the boat itself, with the info on hand I started to prepare for my self given mission. I grabbed my backpack which was a runners backpack that goes around and straps securely on my front then grabbed some essentials like a water bottle, a roll of bandages, zip-ties, a small flashlight, my uncles old lock pick set from when he used to be a lock smith, and finally for protection I snuck into my Aunt and Uncle's room and took his bowie hunting knife and tied the sheath to the back of my belt horizontal for easy access. Next I just got dressed in dark clothes like a generic black shirt and jacket which were cheap but warm then some jeans and some old boots that were steel toe, now the only thing I have to worry about is reaching the wharf which could be easily remedied because the bus service works almost 24/7 and they don’t really question the passengers due to most of them being either pretty threatening or just ignoring them. I crept down the stairs without waking my relatives and was about to leave before remembering I have a fairly large knife exposed to I fixed my jacket to cover it before heading out.
I rode the bus with no problem like I said and i’m pretty sure someone saw the knife but didn’t say anything and I arrived at the wharf with no problems thankfully after the bus left leaving me alone in the dark in the cold night. I took the address of the ship out of my bags side pocket and after checking where I was I started jogging to my left following the edge of the water until I found the right dock but it had multiple ships docked on it and I don’t remember what the ship looked like so I had to stop and sift through my bag looking for the picture I took and I almost sat the bag on the ground before I heard something moving around making me freeze in place then slowly hold my bag and creep behind some crates that were stacked nearby. When I peaked over them I saw a shape of what I think is a man struggling with something on one of the larger ships like whatever he was pulling was stuck. I slowly and quietly snuck up to the side of the ship and realized it was much bigger than I thought the edge of the deck being about a foot above me so I stepped onto some cargo that was tied down to the dock and slowly hoisted myself over listening for any changes in the sounds the man is making and when my head passed the edge I froze and felt the icy tendrils of dread and fear sink into me when I saw what the man was fighting with.
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The corpse of a young girl and what’s worse I remember her face being shown on the t.v. as one of the kidnapped children. Her face was slack and had no expression and her skin was pale but not grey her eyes were grey from the lack of blood flow, and during my staring at the corpse the man who had their back to me did one more strong pull and with a sickening Crack! then the sound of tearing sinew and tissue and with a yank the head of the girl and came off with splash of blood before tumbling to the floor pooling blood, she was staring at me until the man turned and grabbed the head showing me his face which I registered in the back of my mind as the same man I suspected but my gaze was still locked on the pool of blood where the head used to rest before mechanically turning my head to watch the man walk away and down some stairs that led to the interior of the ship and leaving my field of sight.
I remember stumbling backwards off the cargo box and immediately feeling sick to my stomach and running to the edge to throw up everything in my stomach but when I got there I could only dry heave because the fear was making me unable to throw up, I started to calm down and stop dry heaving when I heard a thump sound from behind me and felt my heart stop at the implications that came with that and I slow stood up and turned around or at least tried to when a large arm wrapped around my neck choking me and making me hurry to break out of it when a white cloth was slapped over my mouth and nose and when I started to get tired I realized this was chloroform and my last thought before I lost consciousness was “well fuck”
When I awoke I was so disoriented and my head was pounding and my neck ached so all around bad time, then I remembered my sense of sight and tried to open my heavy eyelids only to find out i’ve been blindfolded and after trying to move my hands only to find them tied to a metal pipe with rope leaving pretty immobilized I also couldn’t feel my backpack on me so Alex Whitman probably took it. I sat in the dark for a few minutes then started shifting around to see if I could get loose but when I scooted backwards into the pole I felt something long and flat press into my lower back, somehow the guy didn’t see my knife and just tied me up and left me here… wherever here is?
I sat for about an hour I think when I heard what I think was a car parking nearby and I tried to pretend to still be asleep, I had already cut through the ropes then tied them to look fine so I could slip them off at any time and I also looked around and I was in an old decrepit warehouse that had crates and boxes stacked up in the corner with my bag sitting on top of them and one large door in front of me and it was still night judging by how dark it was. The airhanger door open wide enough for a car then I heard the rumble of a car get louder as it got closer until a thumb was heard and some steps coming towards me then I heard the sound of a knife being unsheath behind me then the ropes being cut and me being lifted and not so gently thrown into the back of the now know pickup truck, it took a lot of willpower not to groan from the rough toss and landing but I succeed and I felt the driver start the car and leave and after a few minutes I thought it would be safe to take a peek and when I slowly raised the blindfold I was face to face with the dead girl’s head and I had to bit my hand from yelling out which led to my hand bleeding slightly from the force then I slowly rolled the head over so its not giving me the death stare then reached back for my knife and hid it up my sleeve as a backup plan.
It's been a while but the car has finally stopped and I was picked up again by the man over his shoulder and I felt the air change as we enter a building from cool night air to even colder air conditioning on full blast, I felt him stop before dropping me suddenly onto the concrete floor knocking the breath out of me and alerting him that i’m awake so I rolled to the left and tried to stand and take off the blindfold and when I got it off I was welcomed to the sight of a fist hurtling at my face and I wish I could say I dodged it sadly I was still winded from the fall and no prepared so I got hit right right in the cheek making me spiral back to the ground and my knife to come out of my sleeve and onto the ground next to me. I was still reeling from that punch and rolled over an felt the cold steel of the blade and grabbed it then stood as I collected myself and when I finally got a clear look at my attacker I was filled with a horrible gut wrenching feeling along with realization. Alex Whitman was dead, keyword was as he now resembled Frankenstein’s monster with various stitches and cuts but what really sold it was the state of his body. His body was grey and rotting in some places and his belly was bulging from the buildup of gases in his body but you could see all the muscles clenched from rigor mortis and of course his one missing eye. I’m fighting a literal zombie with only a knife, now this wouldn’t be a problem for most people but this is a full grown man who retained his strength and speed during his transformation somehow and keep in mind i’m not super strong or anything I was standing there with my hands shaking from the implications then it stopped along with the rest of my body, it was like I was frozen in time and I felt this subtle buzzing feeling covering my whole body like when your leg falls asleep but on the outside of my body. I couldn’t even turn my head or move my eyes I was stuck staring at zombie Alex then I heard the sound of a horse clopping which made me pause my thoughts and struggles in confusion at the sound which continued to grow louder like it was growing closer making me think he had a horse in here somewhere but where would he get one when there isn’t a farm in a mile radius. I slowly rotated clockwise not of my own volition and I was shocked (on the inside) to see a small horse with big eyes that almost resembles the ponies from My little Pony, when I said almost I stretch that as far as possible. The so called pony had sickly rotting green skin and no fur, his eyes looked as if he stared at the sun then dumped a pot of ink into them to soothe the burning and when he couldn’t see he drew neon yellow swirls for pupils. The not-pony took a few more steps towards me and when he stepped into the light I caught sight of a few more sickening features such as him being heavily emancipated with his ribs showing through his sides and he apparently doesn’t like to blink because his eyelids are gone making it look more corpse than pony. The thing started to pace around me looking at me from all angles, it stopped in front of me again where is smiled a very wide and perfectly white smile that unnerved for some reason then an appendage I didn’t notice lit up, a horn.
This atrocity has a proper unicorn horn like from MLP and was using it to levitate me up and down the hall leaving the zombie in the main lobby. My eyes were starting to burn from not being able to blink but I could still breath thankfully, It brought me to a large open room like where a presentation would be shown and even if the lights were off there was something glowing in the darkness but it was only giving off a black light if that made sense like compared to the lack of light this was pure darkness that gave whatever it is an outline of Black. It brought me over to the stage and then turned and his horn gave off a green aura and the lights switched on revealing a large amorphous blob of red black liquid that was floating a few feet in the air and giving off and ominous black glow.
“Hehehehehe soon soon soon soon soon soon” I could hear the thing murmuring to itself softly as it stared blankly at the floating ball, soon the creature whipped around and looked at me then I dropped from his grasp and I fell and crumpled to the ground, whatever that thing did to me to keep me frozen left me disoriented and nauseous. When I looked up the ball was right in front of me hovering and when I looked at it I had a feeling of cold beginning to spread from my feet and up and my chest getting hotter and hotter, the orb backed up a bit and I tried to stand to run away but when I got to my knees I couldn’t feel my feet so I tried to shuffle away then I felt it. The piercing pain coming from my chest and the draining and debilitating cold spreading to my whole, the pain kept rising until it felt like I had a white hot piece of metal in my chest trying to get out and I only vaguely registered I started levitating the same height of the orb facing it. I could hear myself screaming before I even realized I was screaming in the first place and the pain was only rising and the cold turning to freezing and spreading faster and now reaching my shoulders, that was when whatever that was trying to breakout of my chest burst through and it only made it worse when I could see a stream of my own blood feeding into the ball of fluid increasing its size turning it a bright red color. When the icy feeling started creeping up my head I felt something in there start to bend from the stress and when the cold was about to creep past my ears I felt the thing in my head snap. My head swung back as the loudest scream tore through my mouth and a glow of yellow entered my vision along with the sound of wings flapping then the world turned into the sun.
