NationStates Jolt Archive

Another Murder.

That had been the initial reaction of the Port Agua Politsya Department. Another murder. Another failure.

Twenty dead, and no clues.

Twenty beautiful young woman gone from the world, and nothing showing their murderers.

And each was killed in the exact same way. News was starting to spread across the national and international press.

Commander Mikhail Vaislachavich Ransky pulled down the screen and sighed. "Twenty girls are now dead, officers. Twenty girls, each of them between 16 and 18. Each of them killed with a strange puncture wound over the heart being the only wound. All of them completely dessicated. Anything to add?" He turned to the forensics team.

Captain Kesselring of the Port Agua Police Forensic Department nodded. "All of them virgins, sir. Captain Ann reported on that today."

A hand raised at the back. "How did she tell?" Detective Terteren asked, and then turned pink. "Oh..."

His partner, Detective Hawking, slapped the back of his head. "My apologies, Commander... do continue."

Ransky sighed. 'God save us...' he switched to another image, this one a map of the city. "Unfortunately, officers, we're still under-staffed. So things will be stretched tightly. I have the guild breathing down my neck, and its becoming unpleasant."

"So, what are our orders?"

"You will each be taking your normal positions and the constable detachments on the street will be expanding theirs. In addition, a complement of Aguan Marines and Stormtroopers will be patrolling the docks and UnderCity." He gave a brief nod. "These murderers obviously think that in a city of over 45 million souls a few dozen won't be missed. It's up to us to prove them wrong."

Sanctaphrax are appalled to hear of these murders. We will be sending over 4'000 ground troops and 400 policemen. We will assist you in your search every step of the way.

"You hit like a girl!"

Jennetta responded the only way she knew how...she kicked her brother in the crotch. As he went down, turning a rapid shade of blue and clutching himself, the young girl skipped happily around him, grabbing his bag-lunch as she ran past.

"You cry like a girl!" she called behind herself to her brother, who was gasping for air.

The young girl-woman had just turned 17, and she was full of life and vigor. Beautiful, blonde locks framed an angelic face, with eyes as wide as saucers. Jenn was in a hurry to get home, and get ready for the big Halloween bash later in the evening. David would be there...and tonight would be the night. They had dated for two years, and he'd been pressuring her to "do it" for almost that long. Finally, she decided to stop resisting, and give herself to him.

She giggled in anticipation of the stroke of midnight, and felt a heat rise in her, flushing her cheeks. Tonight would be a night to remember.

The citizens began to check the locks on doors and bar windows, for they new that All Hallows eve is the night when the dead rose from their graves to hunt for flesh. It was the same every year, the night before halloween people would fortify their homes against the undead.

Bunkers were hastily being constructed at key street intersections, to be filled with Skull isle's special combat division, ready to defend the homes should the dead rise in overwhelming numbers.

The reason for the dead to leave their graves on halloween was unclear, but many suggested that it was the fault of a witch doctor, who in an attempt to bring a dead relative back had instead placed a curse upon the isle, which caused the dead to rise every halloween to hunt the living.

Inquisitorial Troops of the Imperium touched down on skull island and Roania; moving swiftly through the night. Armed in their holy Aegis armor, and bearing mighty power weapons and heavy bolter pistols; they were ready for anything, as they moved along the dark paths of this strange night, prepared to root out Heresy whereever they should find it.