The room was dark, and as you'd dwell further into it, you'd hear the wooden planks that made up the floor creek under your foot. You tried to be quiet, but the house spoke for you. It was almost pitchblack, but you could still find your way. On the walls there were paintings and shelves, on the shelves there were photos. Photos of people outside this gigantic mansion, but the mansion looked in better shape... And so did the people in the pictures. The pictures were old, certainly over a decade, maybe two old. You'd continue to wander in the seemingly empty house, till you reached a staircase. The flight of stairs lead down into a basement. You gently pushed the old door that revealed the basement. The Basement was dusty and you swore you could hear rats.
You dwelled further into it, untill you came to a door marked "Office – Knock Before Entering" You thought it was silly, but a notion came over you, and you knocked on the door before entering. As you walked into the door, your eyes widened and you felt surprised over the room you had found. A fireplace was burning, and the room had a nice brown color to it.
"Welcome.. How can I help you?" The bald man, sitting in a chair asked you. The man had a glass of scotch in his hand, icecubes in it that he sipped from ever so often.
"If you are who I think you are.. You already know" You said out loud. The man chuckled.
"Certainly. I do. I take it you want to start from the beginning then?"
"It all started in.."
New York 1946
26th April, 3:41 A.M
The flashing lights of the police car had stopped at the beach, a body was found. A ambulance was on it's way. The two officers talked to people, noteably the guy who had found the body. The body was mutilated. It was a woman's corpse. Blonde hair, average build, blue eyes. Pale complexion, caucasian. She wore a elegant dress and plenty of jewelry. She had a wide cut up her left side, going all the way from her hip up to her shoulder, and then on the back, she had two crossing cuts etched into her body. It was the second person the past month and a half to show up like this, out of the water and up on a shore in the city, with matching cuts, and no belongings stolen as far as the cops could see.
A man stood a bit away, leaning against his car. He wore a long coat, hat, dress-shirt, pants and a vest under the coat. He had quite the stubble on his face, and his features were rough. He sniffed into the air, using his enhanced senses, he knew exactly what the victim was. He growled as he got into his car and drove off.
***
9 A.M
Queens:
Samuel was just waking up. He didn't have to, he had nothing specific to do, well, nothing work-related. He had worked till 2 a.m last night at the bar, but he had had enough rest. He was anxious. He wanted to head to the 'institute'. For today was officially the first day. Sure. He knew everyone already, more or less. But today was the first offical day at the 'institute'. He had been waiting for this for almost an entire year. He would shower, shave and get dressed, plain shirt, jeans and leather jacket along with his boots he got out of his apartment. He walked around the corner and got donuts. A big box of them, enough for everyone. He would've stayed for a cup of coffee, flirted with the waitresses and what not, but not today. He had more important bussiness to get to. Samuel scoffed, as he headed back towards his house, and got into the run-down piece of junk he called his baby. It was a chevrolet Impala, and it sure as rain was run down, but it was Samuel's, and it got him from place to place without too much of a hassle.
You dwelled further into it, untill you came to a door marked "Office – Knock Before Entering" You thought it was silly, but a notion came over you, and you knocked on the door before entering. As you walked into the door, your eyes widened and you felt surprised over the room you had found. A fireplace was burning, and the room had a nice brown color to it.
"Welcome.. How can I help you?" The bald man, sitting in a chair asked you. The man had a glass of scotch in his hand, icecubes in it that he sipped from ever so often.
"If you are who I think you are.. You already know" You said out loud. The man chuckled.
"Certainly. I do. I take it you want to start from the beginning then?"
"It all started in.."
New York 1946
26th April, 3:41 A.M
The flashing lights of the police car had stopped at the beach, a body was found. A ambulance was on it's way. The two officers talked to people, noteably the guy who had found the body. The body was mutilated. It was a woman's corpse. Blonde hair, average build, blue eyes. Pale complexion, caucasian. She wore a elegant dress and plenty of jewelry. She had a wide cut up her left side, going all the way from her hip up to her shoulder, and then on the back, she had two crossing cuts etched into her body. It was the second person the past month and a half to show up like this, out of the water and up on a shore in the city, with matching cuts, and no belongings stolen as far as the cops could see.
A man stood a bit away, leaning against his car. He wore a long coat, hat, dress-shirt, pants and a vest under the coat. He had quite the stubble on his face, and his features were rough. He sniffed into the air, using his enhanced senses, he knew exactly what the victim was. He growled as he got into his car and drove off.
***
9 A.M
Queens:
Samuel was just waking up. He didn't have to, he had nothing specific to do, well, nothing work-related. He had worked till 2 a.m last night at the bar, but he had had enough rest. He was anxious. He wanted to head to the 'institute'. For today was officially the first day. Sure. He knew everyone already, more or less. But today was the first offical day at the 'institute'. He had been waiting for this for almost an entire year. He would shower, shave and get dressed, plain shirt, jeans and leather jacket along with his boots he got out of his apartment. He walked around the corner and got donuts. A big box of them, enough for everyone. He would've stayed for a cup of coffee, flirted with the waitresses and what not, but not today. He had more important bussiness to get to. Samuel scoffed, as he headed back towards his house, and got into the run-down piece of junk he called his baby. It was a chevrolet Impala, and it sure as rain was run down, but it was Samuel's, and it got him from place to place without too much of a hassle.