Chapter 2
The Crimson Festival
The sun seeped through the blinds of a dark room. Countless puddles of blood painted the floor of the room. Bodies complimented the puddles and a faint voice could be heard in the next room. The building belonged to Emmett, an Enderman who worked for the Ashe City Detective Agency. That sceneray changes and you can now see into the next room. A man covered in blood sat in a bloody wooden chair tied down. The man looked like he'd been through serious hell.
"Who sent you!" The voice demanded from the shodows that a corner of the room casted. The questioned man who sat half alive in the chair smirked and didn't say a word. Emmett stepped from the shadows his suit covered in blood and his purple eyes filled with raged. He shaped his finger into a gun and cocked it back making a pulse of purple energy shot out of his hand and ripped through the mans knee. He shouted in pain but was cut off by Emmett smaking him across his face.
The chair fell to the floor the man still attached to the chair. Before Emmett could make his next move his phone buzzed in his suit pocket. He retrieved it and answered the phone. The person on the opposite line was calling form the Agency and told Emmett that something important came up and his assistance would be needed on the force again. "I'll be there." He says as he hangs up his phone and looks at the pitiful excuse for a human laid helpless on his floor. Emmett eyes glared purple like before and he shot another pulse of energy at the man's head instantly killing.
Before the call he was almost assassinated. Little did he know this was just the beginning of a even more terrible situation. Emmett cleaned himself up and walked towards the exit of his home. He looked back at the rooms. His office covered in blood and his walls coated in it. This was the start of a new mission one deadlier then the first.