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[center Ingrid bit her onto her lip and drew her legs up to her chest, watching the interaction with her brother and Jamison unfold. She wouldn't say a word, processing what Jamison had said about him helping her. [#9400D3 [i Am I really that blind?] ]The answer was, of course, yes. When dealing with your own bullshit you tend to latch onto the idea that everyone else is the problem, not yourself. That's what Ingrid and Emmett did. Well, more so Emmett, but still. Ingrid started to think about the past years and all their dealings. Jamison was rather kind to them, even when the other officers were so amendment on getting the siblings locked up for good. [#9400D3 [i I'm an idiot. ] ]
[#1E90FF "Ooh, so it's not Officer Lacroix anymore? It's Detective?"] Emmett's hazel eyes didn't leave Jamison, a large sneer on his face. [#1E90FF "Sorry if my sister and I aren't jumping to congratulate you." ]Jamison let out a laugh, however he was cut off by his sister's sweet voice.
[#9400D3 "Congratuations, Lacroix! You deserved a raise,"] Ingrid was over enthusiastic, trying slightly to get under her brother's skin. She was flashing a wide smile his way, ignoring her brother's scowling face. [#9400D3 "It's been weird since like, I dunno..." ] Ingrid put her index finger against her rosy lips, thinking.
[#1E90FF "A year ago it got really bad,"] Emmett decided to take over the conversation, noticing that his sister was stuck. It would of been hard for her to keep a clear recollection of things, given that she was incoherent half the time. [#1E90FF "Like crazy shit we haven't ever seen before. They used to just be these easy things to fight off, you know? Looked scary but were pretty beatable, even with your hands. Then a year or so ago big ass things started coming out and just fucking killing people."] Emmett let out a small breath,[#1E90FF "like people were going left and right. And how did we survive?" ]Emmett looked at his sister, who still had a wide grin. He couldn't help but chuckle. She was always a shit-stirrer.
Ingrid wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head on her knees, shrugging slightly.[#9400D3 "We actually fought back. Every damn thing that came here, to us, we killed."] She seemed almost sort of proud but this wasn't the case. [#9400D3 "They never hurt me though, just Emmett." ]
Ingrid had an odd relationship with the monsters. She hated them, of course she did, but she was also interested in them. Something about them called out to her. And the monsters felt the same way.
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "The enemy?"]] Jamison scoffed before shrugging. He kept the twins from getting more punishment than they actually got. Honestly, they should have been jailed more times than Jamison could count, but he managed to get them out of it every time. He good at that kind of thing. [i [#778899 "Me, the enemy? Ingrid, I can't tell you how many times I kept you and Emmett from being jailed or kept longer than you two actually were. I was, definitely, not the enemy,"]] he was slightly hurt and felt betrayed, but he knew that Emmett and Ingrid were irrational beings and they viewed him as the enemy just simple because he arrested them.]]
[center [size12 Jamison was about to speak again, but Emmett interrupted him by stomping his heavy feet down the stairs and Jamison could not help, but to scowl with annoyance. Emmett was so inconsiderate and brash that it made even Jamison, the calm and collected one, a bit angry sometimes.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "You sure like to pry into my life, huh?"]] Jamison commented before shrugging. He leaned back against the couch and popped a single headbud from his ear with a soft sigh. [i [#778899 "If you really want to know, Emmett. I got moved cities, but I'm still working for the government. I'm a detective to be exact and that is why I'm here now,"]] he gestured to their currently situation with two, large and opened palms.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Now, it's my turn to ask questions,"]] Jamison glanced between the siblings with a pair of cautious eyes. He waited a moment, but decided to asked quickly before Emmett or Ingrid tried interrupting him, which they were so famous for. [i [#778899 "How the fuck have you two survived this whole time, by yourselves? I know both of you are capable of handle yourselves, but how long has it been since proper civilization was here?"]] Jamison needed to know more about this situation here and he knew that he would be able to find out more by asking the siblings since they have been here the longest.]]
[center Ingrid let out a deep sigh, her eyes scanning her own 'home.' She felt empty every time she stepped in there but never truly knew why. Maybe it was because she had stayed their before, and things had not went well. She nodded slightly when Jamison mentioned her brother. [#9400D3 "Well, you kind of were the enemy for a while. I know it was your job and all, but you did arrest us on many occasions. He resents you for that. He also thinks you want me or something. He's kind of delusional, but since you were kind with me, he mistakes it for lust. Just give him time."] Ingrid moved towards the couch opposite of Jamison and plopped herself down, a weak smile on her face. She wasn't hungry either, only asking to be a gracious host. At least twenty minutes past before she spoke, the silence only breaking when stomping came rearing near the stairs.
[#9400D3 "Looks like someone is bored of his tantrum,"] Ingrid shrugged, her eyes now moving from the wooden floor towards the stairs.
Soon enough Emmett's large body trotted down the stairs, his eyes piercing into Jamison's. [#1E90FF "I thought you were off the force or something,"] He groaned, sitting on a love-seat between his now scowling sister and Jamison. [#1E90FF "So, what's the deal?" ]
Ingrid shrugged yet again, letting Emmett ask his questions. He was at least directing things towards Jamison instead of questioning Ingrid. She could have it either way.
[center [size12 Jamison wasn't going to meddle in places where he did not belong, but hearing the two of them speaking back and forth about their parents, especially their mother, caused a bit of concern. Jamison wasn't going to ask about it though. He was smarter than that. Yes, Ingrid was a bit more willing to work and share things with him, but Emmett was the rebellious one and was so damn hard headed that it made even the patient Jamison want to smack him. He could not imagine how Ingrid felt sometimes.]]
[center [size12 Jamison just simply placed his headphones back into his ears, keeping the volume low enough if anyone was to speak, he could hear them. He casually walked along side Ingrid, in a kind of protective manner that wasn't obvious. He knew that Emmett would take that as Jamison trying to [i charm] his sister or even harm her. He was simply wanted to keep her safe from anything else that might try to kill them. This world was unpredictable, after all.]]
[center [size12 As the house came into view, he could remember this house and how it used to be. It was definitely a lot different now. It wasn't someone's house, it was an Inn or a Bed N' Breakfast, he actually couldn't remember which one though. He smelled like old people though, he did remember that much. He doubted it would would smell that now though.]]
[center [size12 Carefully, Jamison danced around the various traps and such that were nicely placed around the house and followed Ingrid and her brother inside. Emmett went off in his own direction, which left Ingrid by his side, once more. He glanced over at her before looking up when he heard the loud sound. He sighed softly, shaking his head a few times in a disappointing manner.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "I really wish Emmett would see that I'm not the bad guy, you know?"]] Jamison mumbled before glancing back at Ingrid with a curious expression. Was he hungry or did he want to check on Emmett more? It was something that tugged really hard on his heart strings. [i [#778899 "I'm not hungry, but thank you for asking,"]] Jamison murmured in a soft tone to her, the accent still thick even though he was quiet.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "I do remember this place, though. It was either an Inn or a Bed N' Breakfast, but it smelled like old people and coffee,"]] he chuckled quietly before walking over to an old couch, that appeared to be dusty and the color had long since faded. The moment he sat down, his black pants were now slightly gray with a thin layer of dust collecting on them.]]
[center An eery feeling swept over Emmett as Jamison talked, not once feeling a bit better about the situation, even if it wasn't the end of the world. [#1E90FF "A Government Experiment?" ]
[#9400D3 "Mama did a bunch of those," ] Ingrid blurted out before she let out a gasp, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. [#9400D3 "Em-" ]
Emmett bit his lip, memories once locked flooding in. It was too late for her to retract.
[b ~~~Many Years Ago~~~ ]
A small fragile girl sat in a small room, tubes connecting to needles, needles connecting to skin. She sat strapped to a chair in the middle of a dark room. Nothing was around them, the tubes leading to holes in the wall. At closer inspection, anyone who knew her could tell that it was Ingrid Müller. Although battered she smiled, her hazel eyes peering up at her brother. She had a black eye.
[#1E90FF "Ingrid? What is going on?"] Emmett was now standing in front of his sister, his heart hammering against his chest. All these times he was left at home in jealousy, wondering why his mother always took his sister out and not him and this was what was happening?
[#9400D3 "Speak English," ] Ingrid looked around cautiously, her voice strained. She coughed, blood spitting out from her mouth.[#9400D3 "They don't understand English." ] She was very glad her families nanny was from England, who taught both Emmett and her this language.
[#1E90FF "Answer me-" ]
[#9400D3 "You need to go, before they find you." ]
Emmett didn't have a chance to say anything, booming voices being audible from behind the door. Soon enough men in black rushed in. Everything went black. They found him.
[b ~ ]
Emmett sat in front of Jamison, a quizzical look on his face. This memory stashed away caught him off guard. [#1E90FF "When we were n-nine-" ]
Ingrid decided to cut her brother off, noticing the pained-look on her brother's face. She had many memories of her past and never really talked about it or what she went through. She knew, however, that her brother had only faced the truth a few times, and each time, he blocked out. Now he had remembered one of those occurrences.
[#9400D3 "You can come to our home and spend the night," ] Ingrid pulled her brother who absent-mindedly followed, his face full of rage. She then started to speak to Jamison.
[#9400D3 "My Mama and Papa moved us away from Germany when we were ten, I believe," ] She turned down an alleyway, motioning Jamison to follow. She was filling the silence and also filling in her brother's memory. Their family lied to him for too long. [#9400D3"We had to run. Mama told Emmett it was because of work, which wasn't wrong."] Ingrid looked back at her brother.
[#1E90FF "Where did mom work!?"] Emmett's face was in what looked like a permanent scowl.
[#9400D3 "Some Government place? I don't know. One day, I guess her boss man, said he needed someone young to work on. Said they wouldn't hurt the person, they'd just do some experiments. Mama said yes."] Ingrid sighed. [#9400D3 "They did shit to me, put some weird shit in my blood and drilled stuff in my bones. I started to see different worlds or whatever and these scientist dudes were really into it. It started to fuck with me bad and Mama got scared. She overheard them once, talking about finding a way to these worlds. She got scared and ran, taking all their information with her." ]
Emmett was fuming, now walking past his sister and Jamison. [#1E90FF "Why the fuck wasn't I told? She said she was a doctor," ]
[#9400D3 "She sort of was, she stuck needles in me all the time," ] Ingrid shrugged. She understood the anger. Emmett was kept in the dark about almost everything. He knew what his sister saw, that was true enough, however, he never knew why she saw such things. Nor did he know that it was their own mother's fault.
A sudden realization fell over Ingrid. Had someone stolen the information her mother had taken from Germany? And had they perfected it?
Ingrid knew she couldn't ask her mother now. Their parent's died when the twins were just eighteen.
[#9400D3 "We're here," ] Ingrid motioned towards the large home in front of the three. It looked like a safehouse from every video game every made, with boarded windows and security cameras. Trap-wires sat in front of the door and even more traps were laid in the bushes. [#9400D3 "Watch out." ]
For anyone who knew Ingrid, her random mood switch wasn't odd. For hours she could be completely incoherent and then BAM, she was talking in full sentences and was in control of her self. Ingrid stepped over the trap-wire and moved to the door. She took three individual keys from her pocket and unlocked three locks. As soon as the door opened Emmett rushed past her and up the stairs.
The home was large and dusty, their furniture dated. Almost every window was boarded up. Upstairs loud banging noises could be heard very well.
[#9400D3 "Another hole in the wall," ] Ingrid joked before turning towards Jamison. [#9400D3 "Don't worry about him, we can talk when he calms down. Are you hungry?" ]
[center [size12 Ingrid's antics never really caught Jamison off guard. He did, however, hold his hands up in defense against Emmett. Now, he was a very different story. Jamison knew just how volatile he could be and did not want to have to fight Emmett unless it was 100% the thing that he had to do, if there was no other options than to fight this guy. Jamison would still try to figure out something else to do than to fight him. Not because he couldn't beat Emmett in a fight, but because Jamison cared for the twins a lot more than they realized it. Jamison viewed them as family, rather they would believe it or not.]]
[center [size12 Jamison went to speak, but Ingrid cut into Jamison and Emmett's conversation. She asked if Jamison was going to arrest her and all Jamison could do was shake his head before the siblings began bantering back and forth with one another. Jamison was slight amused, but lowered his hands to his side, putting the gun back into its rightful place in the holster underneath his arm.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "If you must know why I'm here, its because this isn't the world coming to an end. This is a government experiment and I've been asked to come back to Riverwood to deal with the problem,"]] Jamison explained before shaking his head. [i [#778899 "All of this,"]] he pointed to the smoke filled around around them, [i [#778899 "is because of some demented scientist, trying to create some kind of portal to where ever the fuck."]] Jamison did not know how to explain it since he was still trying to figure out what this was and how he was going to deal with it.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "But all matters aside, are you two okay?"]] The french accent was at least somewhat soothing, minus his gruff voice and the slight tinge of defensiveness against Emmett. Sometimes he really wanted to sock this boy in the mouth for how disrespectful he was towards Jamison when Jamison did nothing, but help him.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "But if I heard your sister correctly, we might want to find somewhere safe to stay, correct?"]] Jamison looked from Emmett to Ingrid, in hopes she would soothe her brother into standing down.]]
[center Emmett ripped his sister away from Jamison, his eyes flickering with a cool rage. [#1E90FF "Why the fuck are you here?" ] He hissed, pressing his sister against his chest. [#1E90FF "Are you okay, Ingrid? Was that all that was here?" ]
Ingrid nodded ever-so-slightly before pulling away from Emmett and stepping in front of Jamison. She raised her head and cocked it, looking at him in a confused manner. [#9400D3 "Here to arrest me, officer?"] She put her wrists toward him before laughing. [#9400D3 "Just kidding, why would you arrest me? You just saw that fucking thing."] She gestured to the now dead lizard-beast before leaning closer to Jamison.
He was still fuming, of course. [#1E90FF "I asked you a question, pig." ] His voice had a rasp as he spoke, hazel eyes locking with Jamison's. The man was only an inch taller, however, Emmett had much at least ten pounds over him in muscle. [#1E90FF "Why are you here?"] He pulled his sister away from Jamison once again, not trusting that man's intentions.
Ingrid let her brother pull her this time, giving into his over-protectiveness. [#9400D3 "Does it matter why he's here? We need to hide before it gets dark. They like to eat at night." ]
Emmett hated how his sister knew these things however he was also thankful. It was hard to explain, the mixed emotions he had about the situation.
[#1E90FF "You know, we wouldn't have needed you if I didn't have to protect her sorry ass." ]
[#9400D3 "Shut up, you would have gotten yourself killed anyways. Do you have a gun? No?" ] Ingrid's German accent deepened slightly before she coughed. [#9400D3 "Didn't think so." ]
[#1E90FF "I still want to know." ] Emmett stepped closer to Jamison, his face close to his. [#1E90FF "Why are you here?" ]
[center [size12 Jamison had taken a casual approach to this whole mess. Though, it probably wasn't the best way to deal with all of this, but what else was he supposed to do? Sit and wait to see what would happened. As he hummed quietly, he felt a heavy force run right into him. It nearly knocked him down, but he managed to keep his balance, as well as keeping the other force that ran into him from falling to the ash covered ground. He blinked a couple of times, coughing softly.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Oh! Ingrid and Emmett,"]] he questioned softly before getting a look of what they were running from. Definitely could understand why they were running, but why wasn't Emmett fighting it? He was that type of boy, right? He chuckled at the thought before pulling out his gun.]]
[center [size12 Wrapping a protective around around Ingrid's head to shield her ears from the loud gun shoots, Jamison put a whole clip of 9mm ammo right into the beast that was approaching before watching it fall to the ground with a heavy thud.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Are you two alright? I probably should have came sooner. I am terribly sorry,"]] Jamison pulled out one of the ear pieces, pushing it into his pocket with a concerned expression.]]
[center [size12 Jamison remembered both of these kids like it was yesterday. Well, they were no longer kids. All three of them were close in age, give or take a few years. But the siblings were younger than Jamison. Jamison was kind of the peace maker between all of them. He tried his best to keep Ingrid as sane as possible in their youth, but sometimes, you can only help so much. Emmett, on the other hand, was another story. Jamison remembered spending hours, trying to coax his violent outbursts. If anyone liked fighting more than Jamison, it was these two. Their nicknames had a purpose and Jamison knew it perfectly well.]]
[center Ingrid was now ahead of Emmett, her eyes scanning the area around them. [#9400D3 "Something's here,"] She was immediately offset, standing her ground as if something were to attack.
Emmett's turned his head, noticing a male off in the distance. Of course, Ingrid was right. She usually was. [#1E90FF "You're right," ] Emmet sighed. [#1E90FF "Someone is here." ]
Ingrid's head snapped towards the male, [#9400D3 "No, not him." ]
[#1E90FF "What? Where, Ingrid, where!?" ]
Ingrid started to walk towards a burned down house, embers flying around as the wind blew. The soot crushed under her feet as she got closer. Emmett's walked behind her, all the while keeping the male behind them in sight. He had no clue who this man was however whatever his sister was going towards was more important. For now, anyway.
[#9400D3 "Why do they want me, Em? I don't know why they want me!" ] Ingrid started to scream, standing in front of a crumbled door. Her eyes were wide with fright. [#9400D3 "They are here, and they want me Em!"] She was looking up now, her arms shaking.
Emmett looked where his sister's eyes were and gasped audibly, now face-to-face with some beast. It was large with animalistic features. Its eyes were black and it's skin made of blue-green scales. It stood at 8 feet, snarling and flicking its long black tongue. Emmett pushed forward, grabbing his sister and pulling her back behind him. [#1E90FF "Not again, not fucking again!" ] This wasn't his first rodeo and he knew, truly, that it wouldn't be his last. Even if they left town the monsters would be on their tail, wreaking havoc in their life. They never left, never wanted to. They were obsessed with finding Ingrid.
A large blade was now in Emmett's hands, one he kept on himself at all times. He huffed, trying to decide there if he was to fight this thing in front of him.
[#9400D3 "Em, I can go with it. It just wants me-" ]
[#1E90FF "Shut the fuck up!" ] Emmett knew that was true, however, he would never give his sister away. Besides, he knew that giving his sister up wouldn't end anything. People would still die, the world would still end. She was just apart of the process. [#1E90FF "Let me think, would you?" ]
Ingrid was now the one pulling on Emmett, forcing him to the side as the monster lunged forward, swiping at him. [#9400D3 "No time to think, run!" ] Emmett nodded, running back towards a building. Ingrid was ahead of him, looking back as she ran. Soon enough, she slammed into the male that was following behind. [#9400D3 "The fuck?"] She huffed, blinking before seeing who it was. [#9400D3 "Officer Lacroix?" ]
[center [size12 Jamison dung through his pockets, pulling out a part of wireless ear pieces and placed them both in his ears as he was glancing through what appeared to be a music player. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata seemed most appropriate for the time being. He cleared his throat, turning the volume down a bit as he took a seat next to Shelby.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "So, Shelby... What is this Project Union then?"]] Jamison eyed her with a quiet expression, waiting for her to speak. He did remember rumors back when he did live in Riverwood about a secret government experiment, but he never actually believed it. It reminded him of what the siblings would always talk about, especially the sister, Ingrid.]]
[center [size12 Jamison saw them several times a week, if not several times a day. They were special people in Jamison's life, but sometimes, they were a little too much handle with both of them together. Jamison would never forget them though. Both sitting in his office, in trouble for whatever crazy shit that they were trying to pull or a fight that the brother, Emmett would get into. Jamison has spent countless hours scolding Emmett with a disapproving expression, the whole time.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "Project Union was an experiment by a doctor, who managed to merge several different universes, or... Whatever this is. It is beginning to not only merge, but turn reality into something horrible,"]] Shelby explained and Jamison just groaned, rubbing his face in frustration.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "So, what am I supposed to do? I remember this happening a while back, but things were under control. The only reason why I got involved was because there was causalities and it all went away, remember? Now, this is a full on world ending situation. Completely different than last time,"]] Jamison huffed, standing up. His hands laced behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling as if the ceiling had his answers. [i [#778899 "I am fed up with you hiding shit from me, Shelby,"]] Jamison growled which caused Shelby to raise her hands in defense.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "Well, I couldn't say anything. I would have been dead by now if I told you anything, but now with the government completely cut off, who cares. This place is going to turn into a pile of ashes if someone doesn't stop it. I guess you're our man, Jamie,"]] Shelby clicked her tongue at him, as if this was the time to joke. [i [#FF0000 "I got a pair of bladed brass knuckles from the police station, that I stole. Want them? Oh and there is some ammo for your gun, as well as coffee,"]] Shelby stood up, fetching everything for Jamison.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Coffee,"]] he murmured softly as he reached for the pot of coffee, pouring himself a cup before glancing over the rest of the things that Shelby brought for him. He carefully placed everything in their rightful place before finishing the rest of his cup of coffee. [i [#778899 "You're off with a warning, but if I figure out you're hiding anymore shit from me, you'll be the first person I test those knuckles out on,"]] Jamison grumbled before walking to the door, glancing out of the blinds that Shelby had spotted him from.]]
[center [size12 Jamison stared outside for a moment before spotting two very familiar looking people. The siblings. [i Might as well pay them a visit while I'm in this hell hole,] Jamison thought to himself, casually exiting the safe house. He did a once over of his personal belongs. Radio, gun, music, brass knuckles.... He checked everything off before heading off into the direction that he saw the siblings heading off to.]]
[center [#1E90FF "You know what!? Fuck this! Fuck this and fuck you!" ] Emmett sat in the middle of the police station, which was strangely still open to the public. A few officers neared him, ready for another fight with the young male. His hazel eyes were fixed on the chair where his sister sat, slunched over and mumbling.
[#9400D3 "It's okay, Em,"] Ingrid muttered, her eyes fixated on the ground. She couldn't look at Emmett, not yet. She hated seeing that flame in his eyes, especially when it was caused by her.
[#1E90FF "It's okay? Griddy, I know you think things are okay, but this is not okay!" ] Soon enough Emmett had his arms around his sister, careful not to shake her. His eyes went back up to the officers that surrounded them. [#1E90FF "Is she being charged with anything?" ] He grumbled, pulling up his sister so she leaned against his shoulder. None of the officers spoke and Emmett took this as a sign. [#1E90FF "Yeah, didn't think so. I am taking her home. Come by when you have a fucking warrant." ]
Emmett and Ingrid walked down the street, both with scarfs wrapped around their mouths. Ingrid stumbled slightly, shaken up by the events that transpired. She was truly thankful for her brother, who acted as support for her. He was always there, no matter what, life or death. Literally.
[#1E90FF "What happened, Griddy?" ] Emmett's voice was now soft, as it usually was with his sister.
[#9400D3 "The monsters got Ms.Lingritch." ]
[#1E90FF "Fucks sakes, Grids," ] Emmett held her closer, [#1E90FF "Let me guess, they think you did it?"]
[#9400D3 "No proof. Never any proof." ]
[#1E90FF "I know, I know. Never any proof." ] It was always hard to talk to his sister like this, just as she was coming out of her 'dream-state.' Or, whatever it was that she went through for hours on end. He used to think she was the so-called 'monster' and was terrified that he would be next, especially after their parents were viciously attacked and murdered. Emmett truly thought his sister did it, that she has some sort of illness that was tormenting her. He learned the truth soon after.
Emmett remembered the day like it was yesterday, felt the scars as if they were brand new cuts. He came across the monster, and it wasn't his sister. The thing was at least 9 feet tall, with black tendril-like things for arms. At the end of the arms were what looked like bones, but they pierced and cut like a blade. He barely escaped, it was because of his sister that he was even alive. Now, he believed every single word that came from her mouth.
Ingrid stopped, her eyes darting to the car that was now parked on the street. [#9400D3 "That wasn't there before," ] She pointed, her head cocked slightly.
She, was of course, right. This vehicle was not parked there before and was far too clean, besides the newly fallen soot, for it to be from around the area. Someone was new in town, but why? It was practically a ghost town, with buildings literally up in flames. The only people around were the ones who either couldn't afford to leave or were far too stubborn.
[#9400D3 "Maybe they know."]
[#1E90FF "Know what?" ] Emmett looked at his sister, confused.
[#9400D3 "Why the monsters love me so." ]
Emmett rolled his eyes.
[center [size12 Clair de Lune could be heard from the other room as Jamison was leaned over his desk, scanning documents from the most recent incidents in his home down of Riverwood, Colorado. Jamison had moved from that town to Denver years prier because of his line of work. There was a much higher paying job in Denver and Jamison could not pass it up. His family was no longer with him. He had lost his wife and daughter during the incidents in Riverwood around 5 years before. He was making connections between the two incidents to the point that he was growing more and more uncomfortable with the idea of going back. He was getting too old for this shit.]]
[center [size12 A soft knock at his door pulled his attention from his desk to his office door and he cleared his throat and the door opened to see his boss, Michael. Michael and Jamison were from the same, small town and have known one another for years now. Michael had this look of worry all over his face before placing down another file onto Jamison’s desk.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 “It is getting worse in Riverwood. You might actually want to get out in the field and do some investigation work instead of sitting at this desk,”]] Michael explained before sighing softly, taking a seat in a chat across from Jamison.]]
[center [size12 Jamison did not want to go. He did not want to face that town at this point. The two incidents were lining up too well with one another. It was creating an extremely uneasy feeling in the pit of Jamison’s stomach that almost made him want to vomit. There were too many unsavory memories that that town held that made Jamison so reluctant to do anything to help them, which wasn’t the way that Jamison lived his life. He lived to protect and serve his community, not hide away in his office like a coward.]]
[center [size12 Jamison had the scars from the last incident. Not only on his face, but on his back, arms, and legs. His skin was a terrible reminder of it, a lasting memory that would never leave. A guilt that pulled at him constantly. Not only that, but his left arm was taken from him in a major fight for his life. He managed to fend for himself, but later realized the hardship that he was going to have to endure for the rest of his life. But thankfully, medical technology has advanced far enough that now, he had a replacement. A beautiful metal arm that provided a way of protection, as well as it is better than just not having a limb there.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “I will get going then,”]] Jamison sounded a bit defeated, but pulled himself up from his desk.]]
[center [size15 [b ~ Riverwood ~]]]
[center [size12 Jamison drove into the city, but something made him stop his car and pull over to the side of the street. Things were not exactly what they seemed to be. It was almost like a glitch in the world, if you could describe it as best as you could. Things were fading in and out of reality. Jamison felt his heart sink, looking at his town that wasn’t just in a rough shape. No, it was destroyed and burning to the ground.]]
[center [size12 Jamison carefully got out of the car, shutting the door behind him which almost queued for the earth to fall way behind him. Once there was a road behind him that led into the city and now, it was no longer there. He leaped to safety, watching his car fall off into an endless, hellfire looking pit. Jamison gasped a bit for some kind of fresh air, but all that filled his lungs was smoke and death.]]
[center [size12 Jamison then heard someone over his radio, trying to get his attention. [i [#778899 “Is that you, Jamison? I knew you come,”]] it was a voice that belonged to a familiar, female voice. The voice belonged to one of Jamison’s old friends that went through the police academy with him. A high school friend.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “Shelby?”]] Jamison questioned before chuckling quietly, hoping that this place wasn’t already sending him into madness. [i [#778899 “Where are you?”]] He asked, glancing around the smoke covered area.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 “There are safe houses everywhere in this town that provide a type of cover from this hellish nightmare. I’m in one that can see you right now,”]] Shelby pulled back the curtain from the window that she was standing in, waving Jamison over.]]
[center [size12 Jamison spotted her and began jogging over to her location, quickly getting into the safe house, closing the door behind him. He let out a heavy sigh, plopping down in the chair beside her desk. She was on her computer, looking at something that seemed mildly interesting, but Jamison was never one to snoop and look over someone’s shoulders unless they were okay with it.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 “It seems that the Project Union did not quite go as planned for the government,”]] Shelby chuckled to herself, but something did not quite click in Jamison’s head. Was she a part of what was going on here?]]
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