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"This just in, Henry Lukford and Hailey Raine found dead on the outskirts of Lakewood Park by a local teenager named Kelly Roadeem. The bodies seemed if unharmed except their ribs wrapped around their lungs like overgrown vines. No more information on the victim's have been released. Back to you Maggie-" I clicked the News off and shook my head with a sigh.

"So, this again?" Henry, a partner of mine in the force, asked from his wheelchair pushed over by the tan framed window staring deep into Sunset Woods. But, lately picked up the name Saint Woods after a flapper's dress and body was found, perfectly reserved. The thought made me shake my head and cringe, that shit just doesn't come naturally, nothing about those damned woods do.

Always looks like it is... A perfect sunset. Very beautiful and many tourists state it seems if the perfect, red and yellow leaves just grow back before their eyes. But, I never believe these legends, of course I never went to deep in the woods.

The murders quit back around... 1929 but, began back in 2000, when a fifteen year old girl went missing. Her name nor case was fully released to the public, nor us in the station of the local area. But, that was to be suspected but, I overheard my friend mention that the other station 88 miles from here were pondering letting us deeper into these cases. Which always seemed to revolve in strange ways. Like a killer from the town right nearby went on a rampage and nearly wiped out the whole village but, it has rebuilt itself over time.

Now these days, anyone to enter Sunset Woods, never returns... So sad, likely dead and never to be seen again. Henry looked over at me with drooping, blood-shot green eyes. I totally forgot. His brother was brutally murdered this same day last year.

I walked over and hugged him. Staring out the window in silence, he quietly made a muffled sob into shoulder. I rubbed my back as I sighed. "I promise, I will find who killed your brother, even if I die while doing it." I smiled, signing out and walking out, my pistol loaded in my hoodie pocket as I trudged to my Honda Civic parked in front of the station.

I put the pistol in the glove box as I climbed in the car, staring it up and turning on the heater as I pulled from the parking space and took off down the road towards the park. When I arrived, I saw something no human should see. A unhealthily slim figure laid upon the ground, puking up a weird substance, sobbing in between the horrible splashes of the liquid gathering in a thick puddle on the pavement of the running track circling a mossy, fish-free lake.

I got out and grasped my pistol, kneeling beside the... Teenager. I pulled her head into my lap and held back her hair as she puked over and over, some splashing up the side of my pants as I held back her hair and called for an ambulance.

In a matter of seconds, flashing lights piled in the space and lit up the scene. All I could see was deep, oily like substance splattered everywhere mixed with bright red, slight pink and... Thickly......... Hold on, dark purple. I pulled the girl to see her eyes, full of tears. The ambulance loaded her up as I followed them to the hospital. They allowed me in the room once they saw my badge.

"She is... Puking deep purple." another cop friend of mine, Jared Scott, said in utter shock, his finger twitching as well the corner of his lips. Nurses put her to sleep but, made matters worse. The liquid literally spilled like a fountain from her mouth, like she remained puking in her sleep, pausing but, getting worse every time it restarted. Finally, three hours later, they got most of the dark purple from her system and she stopped puking.

"I don't understand... Any of this. She is for sure paralyzed but... That wasn't normal poison, actually results came back it was a blood mixture mixed with some heavy, thick liquid that the scanner hasn't returned anything about. Like, they stabbed an infected person then, stabbed her and caused this... Living blood to take her over in a puking fit. But, I don't understand how it has managed to perfectly get into her blood stream and leaked to her bones. Because her bones seem to be coated with this, thick substance, too. Also, she was twitching and crying in pain as she puked. I think... She was cut." a nurse said but, right after the last line, a nurse began searching the small, unhealthily slim figure over for horrible wounds that would have caused such... Hell to infect the innocent child.

The nurse lightly raised her long, puke coated tank and screamed in obvious horror. Blood, poured like a stream from three large holes. Quickly, I was took from the room as they went under life-saving surgery with the child.

Blood was everywhere, doctors ran out with her tank and blood coated sheets as the doors and curtains flew closed. I was panicked, even though I didn't know the girl in any way. My heart picked up as they left with bloody pillows and I heard the horrible coughing and sobs as she puked. I shook my head, rushing out of the sliding doors of the hospital to clear my head.

I saw somebody walked quietly down the street, probably a teenager heading home from a late night class or something. I sighed, lighting a cigarette. I nearly choked on the smoke as I saw something as they passed under a street light.

They had huge, deep grey like claws that seemed to have ripped skin with metal showing, red buttons pressed up under the knuckles of the robotic material under the grey flesh that was ripped up enough to show the robotic like claws. The thing turned and I felt very... Sick. I fell from the curb and onto the pavement, my body throbbing as I twitched and everything seemed zooming and unzooming in a quick fashion. Every little object outlined with green and dark purple. 22:40, March 30, 2014 (UTC)22:40, March 30, 2014 (UTC)22:40, March 30, 2014 (UTC)22:40, March 30, 2014 (UTC) I awoke, deep in the woods I never hoped or wished to ever walk foot in. I laid in the dirt beside a patch of fresh roses and a drooping, crimson and yellow tipped Willow Tree. My eyes adjusted to the wonderful scene before me.

Deers grazed quietly in pastures, hares jumped around in the dust, making small footprints, foxes minded their own business near a waterfall and stepping stones lazily placed under the trees glistened like untouched jewels. But... I knew something was wrong when something flashed across. Everything it flashed by shattered like glass and turned black, all the flowers hung and dead.

Trees shattered like glass, sorta like shedding an unwanted coat as the beautiful layer removed itself to reveal horribly creepy black, white and deep grey dying trees. Everything shattered, turning dark like a black and white film.

Deers vanished like thin air, as did every other animal nearby. I felt the panic and horror settle upon me. Something wrapped around my ankles and began dragging me. The sky quickly flashed pitch black with no moon nor stars. I sunk my fingers into the Earth's soil, thrashing and crying war cries. Struggling harder, twisting and grasping onto roots of dying trees, the roots usually breaking from how much power this... Creature was putting into dragging me across the woods' black, dirt coated floor.

Roses died before my eyes and I struggled harder. The thing flashed their grip and I was on my back. They grinned... An ear-to-ear, shark fanged smile as they stepped forward, digging their foot under my left leg and jerking up, catching me with a cold, chain and hanging me in the air. "Is this what you wanted?" a barely made-out, soft female tone asked.

I struggled, panicked and grasping for their knee. They weren't tall! How the hell was this... Three more chains ran along my sides and threw me down. I looked at her and didn't see any chains at all. She was dressed to the core with black. A black hoodie with the hood over her head, black skinny jeans and her Converse stained... In the deep purple substance as well blood...

The hood of the hoodie jerked over her head... Unrealistic blackness hiding her face and hair except for a sharp, very white shark-fanged smile. I crawled up with the help of the Oak Tree beside me, charging forward, I noticed how much pain echoed throughout my upper hip. I made a mistake. As I went to kick them, they kicked me between the legs and when I went to fall for my knees, they kneed my face and busted my nose and lip, they grasped my neck and held me in the air.

Holy shit, for a scrawny little girl she beat the shit out of a 29 year old 238 lb cop. I coughed, clawing her wrist furiously with my nails, shaking my head with wide eyes. I had no clue what would happen to me, I was probably good as a dead man.

But, everything slowed down as she charged forward and I watched helplessly as my head slammed into a rock and just dented, a wave of pain washing through my body as a horrible snap and crackle rung out and bounced off the dying trees. Then, everything... Just went..................

Black. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~ Madalynn Rose walked down the tiled hallway, her books to her chest. She reached up with her free hand and fixed her teal and tan glasses. A kid reached out from putting his books away and shoved her into a jock, turning quickly when the jock turned. The jock grabbing her sweater and slammed her down, her books scattering out of her grip.

She just let out a soft cough from the air knocked from her lungs and slowly stood up, beginning to collect her books again. The jock kicked her thigh and took her back down onto her side. She glared in her head, hell she couldn't do it aloud, they would kill her right then and there. Not that anyone would care, though. Madalynn sat up against the locker, adjusted her shirt and began getting her books with a more steady position.

The 'squad' of bitches turned down the hall, one grabbing her glasses her and smashing the right lens. The girl didn't do anything besides stay frozen in the same position she was in to collect her books, her fingertips on the math book. They threw the glasses down beside her and kicked the back of her leg, earning nothing. She reached over and shakily took to the glasses, the lens completely shattering making her sigh and fold them, slipping them into her locker as well the non-needed books.

Picking up the sketch book off the floor, everyone laughed as the girls showed them the drawings. It pissed the bullies off when they didn't get the reaction they wanted. The teen kept walking until her small figure went around the corner. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
 * ring, ring, ring* The bell pierced everyone's ears, signaling class was over. Madalynn didn't move, she sunk back into her chair then, left the classroom once everyone cleared out. Being sure no one was in the hallway, she slipped into the science room with a notebook, closing the door and locking it silently. Shutting every blind except the last one which had a good view on the woods.

Pulling a chair connected to a desk over to the window, she sat down and began sketching the scene before her. Trees swayed and bird chirped as they flew together into the clear, blue sky full of puffy, white clouds. A mother deer and her fawn trotted through the dirt trail leading deeper into the woods the teen always wished to venture into... But, didn't mean the bullies didn't have a schedule for beating her up. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~ Rushing down the cobblestone path leading to the brick school, she kept her head low. Almost to the silver gate hanging open, she smiled slightly. A cold hand grabbed her shoulder and ripped her back. She made a grunt as her elbow grazed the cobblestone and her shirt raised, cold impacting with it as she hit the ground making her arch it and squirm to a sitting position.

"Where do you think YOU were going, scrawny bitch?" Carrie asked, putting a hand on her bare side, her cheerleader uniform showing more skin that was needing to be viewed. 'Classic whore...' the teen thought quietly, standing and picking up her black and white backpack, slinging it over her shoulder with a glare. Probably the last bravery she had in her, a lot of braveness left her when she remembered Carrie dating muscle head who was about three feet away talking to meatheads one and two.

"C-Can't I-I-I j-j-just... Go h-home...?" the teen stuttered. Yes, all her bravery has officially left her body. "Did the little girl just stutter? So much bravery." Carrie said sarcastically, slapping Madalynn across the face, not earning anything but a weird, chilling look. She glared. "What the fuck are you looking at, whore!?" Carrie snapped in Madalynn's face. The teen pondered the question for a moment. "Something horribly ugly and get the hell out of my fucking way." Madalynn snapped back, grabbing the girls shoulder and throwing her into a patch of dirt beside the path, walking away from the pissed and awe struck teenage cheerleader.

No doubt, the teen knew she was in deep shit now but, she kept trudging down the sidewalk to her house silently. She picked up pace when footsteps ganged on hers, walking onto the porch and slamming the door, locking it and running upstairs towards her room. The door to her bedroom creaked open as she entered, taking off her sweater and closing the curtains, looking in the mirror at herself. Her sapphire blue eyes stared back at her. She quietly looked in the corner of the mirror, picking up a photograph between her thumb and pointer finger.

A picture of her, her 8 year old brother and her 19 year old brother stared back. A grin tugged her cheeks as she looked at the little boy on her back and the older brother laughing as he ruffled the boy's hair. She ripped the 19 year old from the picture, watching it coast to the wooden floor. "You ass..." she muttered. "Y-You d-d-did... This." she hissed, venom in every word.

Grabbing a black sports bra, she took off her tank top and replaced it with the black sports bra. Staring back at her reflection, she ran his fingers through her hair. "You." she growled, pulling back her fist and completely shattering the glass in the mirror. From the very few pieces of glass remaining, she stared at the black designs on her side leading to her back and stomach. Yes, a fifteen year old with a tattoo. Not everyday you will hear something like that. She didn't ask for the tattoo, she was in a gang for money. She didn't have parents to fall back onto when the bills needed to be paid, that's right, they were dead.

She turned and glanced at the back of the tattoo. A black dragon shape was formed with glaring red eyes, attempting to hide behind deep grey and some black designs. The designs consisting of many swirls connected to lines leading to curled inward vine shapes.

She exited the room, sliding down the stair rail and jumping to her feet dressed in combat boots. Exiting the house, she locked the door and ran all the way to the abandoned T-Shirt factory. Entering the thick, rusty metal door, she was greeted by the overwhelming scent of blood, sweat, smoke and beer. "Bout' time you show up." a raspy tone said from behind a conveyor belt.

She wondered her eyes upon a muscular, tan man covered with tattoos and no shirt, just baggy black pants and muddy Sneakers. "Sorry, sir." she muttered, all of the men there having the same tattoo design she had on her stomach, sides and back. But, some with different color. "Just get in the damn ring and shut up." 'sir' growled at the girl. She climbed between two red bungee cords stretched and tied around two metal pipes at each end, the metal pipes forced through wood and kept there forming what looked like a boxing ring.

Three muscular men climbed in the ring, pounding their black boxing gloves together. Everyone gathered around, the man from a different gang. "You better win, hear me?!" the gang leader yelled to the three men. They all nodded, grinning and smirking. Her coach didn't say a word, damn he knew she was good as dead now. It was like being a Yorkie in a ring with three pissed off Pitbulls.

She didn't slip on the boxing gloves, she just wrapped bandages around her arms to her elbow. The whistle rang through their ears. The trio went for a close-in on her. She opened her fingers and charged at the same time, sliding between ones legs and tightly grabbing his ankles and flipping up, wrapping her legs around his neck and tightly grasping him, snapping his neck and jumping up as the body fell, kicking another man in the chest and landing on her feet, her back to them.

He grunted and charged forward, earning an elbow to the face and a quick dodge when he threw a punch. She swiftly kneed him in the gut and shoved him into his muscle head friend who was charging, taking them both down. Madalynn tightened her fist and dodged when they threw a punch together, she punched the second one who was bald and heard a snap from his rib. He wheezed, stumbling backwards. She took a punch to the shoulder but, nothing worse then some wounds she's had before.

Her red hair stuck to her neck and hid her sapphire eyes. She charged forward, ignoring the other boy chasing her, she turned and kicked him in the chest, sending him onto the ground. Quickly turning, she punched the man in the ribs again and let out a low, light chuckle as he began puking blood as his ribs stabbed his lung. She turned and let him die out, kicking the other between the legs and strangling him once he landed on his back.

"We have a winner!"

The words echoed in the girls head, she didn't like doing this. Yet, she chuckled at his pain. Standing in silence, she glanced at her coach who proudly was accepting the hundreds, some thousands, of dollars. She climbed down and landed on her feet, walking over quietly. He handed her two hundred dollars, she smiled slightly and stuffed it in her jean pocket, beginning her normal route home.

Footsteps mimed her steps. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?!" a raspy voice croaked. She flinched, face-to-face with the gang leader of the three muscle heads. She turned and quietly wiped a bead of sweat from her temple with the back of her hand. "You killed my three members.." he growled, stepping close. She dodged when he reached for her and ran for the woods, whispering a train of 'shitshitshitshitshit'.

A car floored it in front of her and blocked her way. She growled and flipped over it, running down the sidewalk and into an old shop. Nobody was there, just flipped over chairs and shattered, discarded beer bottles.

"Oh, look what we have here~" he chuckled, holding her arms above her head. A gang member of his walked in holding a black case, he laid the case on the table and it made a soft 'click' as he unlocked it. He took out shot full of very thick, dark purple liquid. She struggled, moving and growling, she looked up and bit down tightly on the man's wrist. He yelped in pain and slapped her, holding onto her wrists with one hand and the other over her mouth. The man knelt down and injected 1/3 of it into her wrist, 2/3 of the liquid into her lower jaw and then the last bit into her upper knee.

She screamed in pain, her mouth throbbing, bloody hell it felt like razors coming out of her gums and her veins went from a pale ish blue like purple to deep purple, almost black looking. Her legs both ached as she thrashed, kicking the man in the middle of his face, throwing him back into a table, the back of his neck crackling as it slammed into the corner of the table.

She thrashed more and ended up getting his hand off her wrist, she tumbled backwards and crunched glass under her combat boots. "You little whore!" he yelled, charging. She managed to roll across the floor, everything like 3-D and black and white. It all turned slow when she narrowed her eyes, everything black and white. She snapped his neck when he charged, the crackling sound even slowed down.

When she opened her eyes all the way everything turned to color and was normal speed. She ran down the street, attempting to ignore the horrified cries from the town's people. She flew into the house and slammed the door, locking it and running to the bathroom. What she saw horrified her... She stared at huge, shark like fangs, no human teeth. She closed her mouth quickly, seeing the purple liquid drip down her wrist, she washed it off, panicked.

Running to her room, she grabbed her hoodie and threw it on, pulling the hood over her head in attempt to hide her whole face as she went back outside. She grabbed her black gloves and threw them on so they would hide her lower wrist and jerked the hoodie over the top of the gloves. Panicked, she took off her shorts and puts on black skinny jeans. Kicking off the combat boots, she put on a pair of muddy Converse. "Shit... W-What the... H-H-Hell...?" she whispered, grabbing both sides of her dresser to steady herself.

Looking down she saw the picture of her older brother laying on the floor. She remembered. Him stabbing her brother and parents, burning the house, forgetting her completely and... Just leaving her to die. She picked it up and grabbed a lighter off the top of a jewelry box, lighting the picture into a burning blaze.

That night, she murdered the whole town, every cop, every kid, every parent. But, she never took notice of the figure following her everywhere through the town, wearing a crimson flapper's dress.

But, when cops went over top of the burning town, they noticed something. Right down the road, it said-

"Will you forget me again, brother?"