A Killers Mind, A Survivors Heart

"Dont you feel mercy?!"

The man had a condom hung around his neck like a noose. His head was covered with a drape. His limbs were tied together with barbed wire. He was clearly suffering. 

Xander Gordon sat on a chair in front of his suspended victim.

"Mercy?" He tilted his head. He took a dart from his pocket and threw it at the mans exposed stomach. 

"Aaahhhh!!!"

"I dont feel Mercy. At least, not to people who harm and molest children." He smiled almost too genuinely. 

The man swung wildly as he tries to escape, but the condom was stronger than it looked. No, it was not just an ordinary condom. It was something Xander made with titanium filling, specifically for this one night.

Xander Gordon grew up like any abused children; smart, able, but damaged. He loved children, and he could not supress this lust to see a father who laid his hands on children that did nothing wrong take his last breath and die. He didnt want to simply murder them. That would simply be too kind. He had a process. Capture them, and then torture them with prejudice. Just as they did to their children. He then tossed any evidence into vats of acid he had produced from chemicals. But most of all, he tossed the corpses away somewhere the media can find and watch the children outside the window as they gleefully enjoy their lives.

"You're still here?" Xanders twin, Owen Gordon, suffered much more from his father. He was damaged to the point that he nearly lost all sense of right and wrong. He spots the man there and is left a little open mouthed.

"Is someone there?! Save me from this asshole!" Owen drew put a pistol and shot the man in his right leg.

"Please refrain from insulting my brother. He may be psycotic, but we still have the same face. anyways, I'd appreciate it if you finish things up. Dinners getting cold." Xander smiled and stood up. Owen returned upstairs. Xander grabs a syringe.

"This a syringe full of hydroflouric acid combined with a special dose of some of my secret carbon to make it travel througout your body and melt you from the inside. Xander beams a smile. "Im sire Julie will certainly not miss you tying her down and... Well you know thr term." Xander carelessly jams it on the mans neck. A few seconds pass, and he starts to convulse to the floor. Smoke rises from many openings and his skin starts to grow red. He finally stops as the liquid vaporises his insides. 

~~~

"Look. The abusive father murderer strikes again." Brooke Willow hands Xander the paper. The man, Lan Dimitri was found dead melted inside, it said.

"Do you think he's related to the recent Thanos Venge cases?" Xander gives a small laugh. Brooke works at the police department. He's ironically Xander's best friend. Brooke was abused as well at a young age, but her abusive father mysteriously died the same time Xander and Owens died. Xander had no intention of letting her know it was Him. One, it was dumb. Two, he didn't know if she'd arrest him or thank him. It was obvious Xander was the reason they lived an easier childhood. 

"No." Xander replied and handed back the case paper. "Thanos Venge is considered a vigilante hero. I dont think he even has a case of murder. Yet. All he does is prove someone guilty for someone and retaliates their crime threefold. Or leave them humiliated and in pain. The murderer... Seems intent on keeping himself a secret." He goves a mental dark giggle to himself as Brooke laughs.

"Well, I've got to go to school. Kids dont teach themselves these days. Ciao!" And with that, he leaves.

He's ready to observe the his precious students and kill their dirtbag fathers.

-Challenge complete.  dared myself to make and finish a complete story in my phone! :D

~Thanos Venge

Thanos Venge: A Woman Scorned, A Thanos Retaliating

"Ain't it fun? Living in the real world!"
-Aint it Fun(Paramore)

I feel like I already know you!
Meet me at  7 P.M. tomorrow at that alley just behind L.A. Live!
I may just get us inside! I'm dying to meet you, Art.
See you there
XOXO Veronica

The message was practically an invite to have sex.
Well at least, to Art Gallner.
You'd think, after nearly losing to a case of three counts of rape, he'd get his priorities in check. But such as life, the scum never change. And so, he got on an easy to rip coat and on a cab to L.A. Live, Los Angeles.
The thing about this place, it was loud and it was very, very busy. If this girl, Veronica, had so much as a working neuron on her brain, maybe she'd have the sense to have a date somewhere public. But where was the fun in that? She probably thought. But Art didn't care for the details. He cared about the condoms on his back pocket and his slowly bloating ego.

"Veronica... I'm here! Come out, come out! Art is here to play." He was holding on to a stun gun on his left coat pocket. The way he got his victims to submit was by knocking them out with the small box of electricity in his hand.
When he reached the alley, all that was there was a small cupcake that read
"Congratulations to the World's Biggest Cockroach!"
Art fell to the barely audible sound of a Stun Gun cackling.
The next thing he opened his eyes to was the same cupcake. As he tried to grasp the situation, he had found himself tied to the alley fences. As he tried to wriggle out, a feeling of shock registered to his hands. The same Stun Gun he used was jammed to his right hand and the rope was also tied to the activate button. So should he wriggle some more, the more his Stun Gun would deal him more pain. Oh the cruel Irony.
"The way I see it." A figure approached. His face hidden by a hat, adorned by a green hoodie. His face was barely visible in the dark. He was holding on to a Stun Gun himself.
"Veronica Mars loved using Stun Guns. Don't you watch television? You should be careful when you deal with someone named Veronica." He cackles his own stun gun at him.
"Who are you?!" Art shouted. The man merely gave him a dark giggle.
"Does it really matter who I am? I guess I'm Veronica in a way. But that's just gay." He jams the stun gun on Art's gut and zaps him. Art screams at the top of his lungs, but the large amount of noise in the area is blocking him out.
"Thanos Venge. The pleasure is all mine. Really. I'm enjoying this."
"Don't you know this is against the law?!" Thanos laughed more.
"So's rape. But really, what's the police gonna do about it? You may as well call this a trip to fiction. The law doesn't care about what's right anymore. So I'm doing law a favor. Honestly? Revenge is sweet. Almost as sweet as cupcakes." He reads aloud the words in the cupcake and smiles.
"Biggest Cockroach. Sue me for infringement cause I've been quoting Veronica Mars all day." He puts an envelope by Art's stun gun. It was very thick.
"Your biggest mistake was raping people while recording yourself with a webcam. My client's been very helpful." Art snarls at him and attempts to spit in his face. His foot was very much broken after that.
"Cara paid for this personal message for you." Thanos pulls out a small card. "Fuck You."
"I don't know any Cara!" Thanos stands up.
"That's not her real name of course. Client courtesy. I'm not about to give you her real name because you're not the type of guy who deserve's revenge. You're the type who people get revenge at."
He steps on Art's manhood, zapped him unconscious and leaves the alley while calling the police with a disposable cellphone.
He calls his client with the same phone. ""Cara", Art's got his just desserts."
"Thank you so much Thanos Venge. You rock." Thanos smiles.
"Revenge is sweet. So's cash."

"Shocking evidence surfaces with rapist, Art Gallner. He was found tied to a fence with the missing Stun Gun he had been using on his past victims. An envelope with pictures and a letter telling everything that he had done was included. So's a very disgusting video inside a usb found with it.
The evidence is so damning, it takes to question who is this mystery person that got it all? People are asking who is this Thanos Venge, as stated in the letter, and is he a hero or a threat. This is not the first time his name has popped up in the news. More on this at 9:00 with Maria Samson. This is BBC News."
Reese Morrison silently ate his dinner with his best friend, Mandy Roe in their humble apartment.
"Can you believe it? Who is this Thanos Venge anyway?" Reese looked tired and just nodded.
"Where have you been anyways? You came home late yesterday."
"Los Angeles." He said sarcastically. Mandy rolled her eyes as Reese smiled.
She'd never have known that Thanos Venge was just sitting across her.

-This is my first Thanos Venge story! It probably gets longer along the way. I Hope you enjoyed!
~The REAL Thanos Venge.

Vengeance by Name

Strange and Depressed is cool and all, but fairly, well, deprived of hope.
With time and change, and a little help, I've changed to

Thanos meaning Death, and Venge as a shorthand for Revenge. Death Revenge.
Hope you'll enjoy the time to accept my thirst for revenge's sweet taste.
That taste may involve stun guns.

Under Construction

With my growing discontent with my Blog's rather boring format, I've decided to experiment around as suggested by my friend. Hopefully, I can make it look great! So, if you're a little disturbed by the sites current weirdness, please do not fear! The blog will look cool again soon! And with this reconstruction, maybe I can refill my imagination juice and improve my wordplay.

The Stun Gun Store

-Like I said, I'll be making a story about stun guns. Enjoy.

Stun Guns R Us. Zap em dead, the sign read.
The sales clerk, Tim Roberts, 16 years old, is also the creator of the fine stun guns he sells.
But would people really buy a stun gun from a stun gun specialty store? There are stalls that sell multiple self defense weapons at a bazaar. He sighs.
The bell rings:
A man, probably around 30, came in with a weapons catalog.
"Welcome to Stun Guns R Us where you can be sure that anyone hit with these things stay down."
He looks up from the catalog.
"I'll take one of those." He points to a classic looking stun gun.
"For you or someone else?" He asks.
"Little sister. Hey, do your Stun Guns take custom bats?"
"Uhh, sure, I guess" It sounded more like a question.
After the man left, the store was once again empty. Empty.
Tim sighed.
The clock ticked 7. Just about time to close up.

"Sold one stun gun today. That's a start." Tim sighed.

Just as he was about to flip the sign to closed, a teenager with his younger sister came by. 

"I'm sorry, are you closing?" asked the boy. Tim smiled and let the two browse. The girl was spunky and eyed every stun gun in the area.

"Heather, stop running around! I'm only getting you one. And please pick something cheap." He pats his wallet as if he didn't want to part with his money.

"Aw, don't be such a killjoy, Ian" she stares at a box like stun gun. "I'm not going to waste your money... Mostly."

She picks out a 2 million volts stun gun with the long handle design. 

Tim felt sorry for Ian and gave them a 10% discount that may hurt his business but certainly relieved Ian.

The next day, a bulky man with a specific picture came in.
"My name's Mr. White." His bulk couldn't hide the shiftiness in his eyes. He hands the picture to Tim. He knew what it was. One of the most expensive model with a Voltage of 6 million Volts. It's enough to knock a big man down for at least 8 minutes. Tim didn't want to question his customer's intentions. Client courtesy and all.
"Do you want me to wrap it?" Tim was abrupt with the question, but it Christmas was just around the corner. Mr. White turned back and smiled.
"Sure."
The man leaves with the boxed Stun Gun. Cassie White was written on the card. Tim just assumed that it was his daughter.

22 Years later, things have gotten weird outside the city. People's mouths contorted to a huge smile that the now 38 year old Tim couldn't understand. One man suddenly burst in through the door. Tim armed himself with the strongest Stun Gun he could find and hid under the counter.
"Peekabo-" Tim screamed and the Giggle could not even finish his intended attack. Smoke rose from the Man's chest and he convulsed to the floor. The Stun Gun was hot and the probes let loose thin, white steam. It was a a 10 Million Volt Stun Gun.
"Hello?" The voice sounded scared and concerned.
Tim peeked up. A black haired young man with green eyes. He was definitely not smiling.
He raised the Stun Gun and activated it. He didn't know if he'll take it as a sign to go away or as a sign to come over. He chose the latter.
"I'm not... One of them." The boy quickly defended himself. "My friend was killed and I had to kill those things to find somewhere safe." He eyed the fallen Giggle at Tim's side and then placed his finger on his neck.
"Give me a Stun Gun." Tim didn't even bother looking at the labels and just grabbed one from the counter display.
"I'm Ernest by the way." He smacked the Giggle with the Stun Gun and tased him at the neck for about 5 minutes. The Giggle convulsed at first, but then stopped breathing all together. Ernest hands the Stun Gun back, but Tim lets him have it. He hands him a box of batteries for the Stun Gun.

For most of the next 4 years, Tim managed to survive off of his Stun Guns and supplies he could scavenge off of the nearby buildings or the supplies that survivors share when they drop by. Ernest sometimes visits to even make things easier for him. The last month of that sixth year, Ernest, on crutches, dropped by to tell him that the chaos was over. That his brother and his friend had destroyed the source of all the madness.
Tim lived his life in relative peace and continued on to create Stun Guns.

But it didn't last. About another 8 years later, a communist democracy was created. Tim managed to escape the City of Echo and came to the Ink Lines, where he'd create Stun Guns or give parts to the Candy Gadget Maker, Declan or his partner, Rena.
"I'm interested in these things. They look so...Cute." Rena holds up the one Tim hands him. She activates it and 'Oohhs' at the blue sparks. Tim silently laughs as he looks back on his days he first started the Stun Gun business. A naive and eager 16 year old. Ready to zap em dead. It was for his sister, who loved Stun Guns as well. Tim wonders if she's still alive and well all these days. But for the past few years, Stun Guns have become his personal passion.
He cannot turn back anymore. Not from this. Never from this.

Unbroken: Linear

"For just one second I felt whole

                  As you flew right through me"

                                        -Sorrow(Flyleaf)

Everyone's a little crazy.

Everyone can be a bad person.

There's only one thing that motivates our actions; Reason.

If your heart took a blow from a gun, it's fairly obvious how death is your future.

But if your heart took a blow from dark emotions, my best bet is that you'd be on your bed with 3 cans of ice cream and 30 pounds gained. But why not? Even emotions cause death. Emotional death, breakdowns, maybe suicide. But its wishful thinking for death in my list.

"There he is!"

Because death is not an option. Not now. Not when I've come this far.

"It's over, Declan.

3 weeks ago:

"Declan Lawson"

I raised my hand at Mr. Watt's roll call. The musty classroom's dust shook at every boom of his voice. But how could we complain? That's the only way we can live our life here in Ink Lines.

Oh the irony.

Why the irony though? Heh. I can be vague as much as I want, but it's fairly obvious in our world.

Tattoos.

There's an old saying here.

When you're skin's clean, your soul's clean.

When you're skin's been touched, your life is not yours to keep any longer.

Tattoos in this lifetime are marks used by the Insignia Government used to create the perfect communist democracy. Unfortunately, they were successful. With their own special brand of ink, they managed to place a special molecule on the tattoo to bind their fates to their sick's leader's whim.

"Free will is dangerous" he said.

And people were stupid enough to agree. Now their alliance bit them in the ass.

The crime rate's gone down, but what was once a world of opportunities is now a world of unpredictable chaos. The tattoos are the marks of death.

I can go on about what the tattoos can really do, but that's what our class is for today.

"As you all know, tattoos take over a person’s fate. If Asher York wishes for two incompatible people to fall in love, he'll pull a few strings from the tattoos and force a connection. If he wants to track someone down, he'll access the tattoo's trigger tracking. If one attempts to scratch the tattoo's out, an electric serum will zap you until you stop scratching, or stop breathing all together." Mr. Watt writes a complicated line on the board.

"The ink in the tattoo is linked to the person's mind. With it, the people have unknowingly gained a few talents from the tattoos, but that part was obviously left out to prevent rebellion." He puts the chalk down and smiles upon us.

"Alright, who's up for a little field trip to Echo City?"

Our field trip was a simple mission. We were to enter the city and walk around to gather information on the center of the democratic community’s destruction.

To do that, we had to get ourselves tattooe'd. Not with the ink that the Asher York created, but the regular kind. We had to wait our turn to enter the tattoo parlor.

"What's yours, kid?" Eleanor was once a model in her day. Depression from running away and leaving behind her husband took its toll on her. She looked haggard.

"Um..." The tattoo book had a lot of choices. Eleanor may look mean, but she's the most patient person in this room, so I didn't feel guilt on taking some of her time.

But I guess that didn't look like an option anymore. The moment I opened the book, a tattoo that looked like swirling lines of fire took my attention.

"That one." I point. She smiles.

"You've got your mother's taste, I'll tell ya that." My mother...

From what I hear from my Uncle Garret, my mother was living two years in on Echo City. She had given birth to me and wanted me to live a life free from this obstruction of freedom, so she formed a plan. She wrote my uncle a letter asking him to disguise himself as a doctor and lead me out of the city after she gives birth. Uncle Garret was successful, but his face has been on a wanted poster for years. He can never turn back.

It took about 30 minutes to finish my tattoo and 2 hours for the slight pain to fade. My role here in Ink Lines was simple. I made candy.

Yes and no, if that's what you’re thinking.

I make candy that you can eat, yes. But I also make weaponized and gadget candy.

The regular candy was for the kids.

The guys old enough to venture out of the lines and do missions use some of my simple looking gadgets in some missions. Some of which are the Track n M's, MnM's used for tracking. A gum version of a tracking device was created for missions that required more ease. Tracking Gum. Equipped with recording devices.

Then, there's the Lockys. Lock picks disguised as Pocky. And then, there's the Candy Heart Tacks. Nothing says love than tacks that pops holes into tires and disappears into vapor. One of my personal favorites that they use are the Chewing Web. When thrown, they turn into big, sticky piles of gum that can turn into a spider web to block others ways, or as a trap to stick people into the floor.

I have more, but they refuse to use the more dangerous ones like my Cherry Death. Cherry flavoured grenades. Yum.

But I still enjoy my job, of course. I just have to deal with the fact that my better gadgets might never surface out of the training room. I’ve already got a few new ones in mind. I think I’ll head there now.

The training room was a narrow shooting range converted with most of the technology everyone was able to smuggle out of Echo.

My desk was lane 9. If you ignored the mechanized cranks and knots, you’d enjoy the sweet scent from the food side of my station. Seated idly by was my partner. Rena Scott. Her blond hair was short and cropped. There were a few red highlights on her hair as if to say “If you patronize me, you’re just asking for it.”

“Hey. Here are the Stun Gun parts you asked for.” She hands me a small box full of disassembled stun guns on it.
“Thanks.” My next work will involve the use of Licorice and obviously, Stun Guns. I know. Seems impossible. But my best friend, Ted Garner, bet I couldn’t make it happen. He was gravely mistaken.

“Here are some random grade Cherry Deaths. Care to try for me?” Rena smiled as she grabs a handful. I didn’t include really strong grade ones to avoid excessive damage.

I tinkered for about 28 minutes as Rena blasted away at the targets.

“So, gonna give me that 5 bucks yet?’ Ted was smirking at me as I look up.

Rena approaches.
“This should be good.” She crosses her arms.
I pull out the barely thick licorice from the tray and present it to them.
“I don’t get it.” Ted says. “Is that Licorice or did you accidentally puke your lunch earlier.” I cover my hand in the slightly slimy film of licorice and pinch Ted by the stomach. He doubles over in pain as the sparks from my finger disappear.

“Behold, the Stun Wrap.” I grope at the air to demonstrate the electricity it emits. The Stun Wrap uses flattened and stretched licorice with electrical circuits inserted in it. It wont shock the user because of some wirings I took from the safety button. It lets me covertly stun people with a simple touch.

“Ow… You didn’t have to test it on me.” Ted clutches his stomach as he tries to stand.
“I didn’t have to. But where’s the fun in that.”

“I wonder how good these things are.” Rena pulls out a 300,000 Volt Thunder XL Stun Gun and eyes Ted before eyeing the Stun Gun again.
“Where’d you get that?” I ask. I did only ask for the parts.
“The guy who got me the parts gave me one as an extra.” She pulls Ted back before he could escape and places the stun gun by his armpit. He convulses and falls to the floor.
“…Why?” He moans. Rena grins and puts the Stun Gun away. Ted stands again, but only when Rena had left.
I put my hand out bluntly as he is on his knee. “Where’s my 5 bucks.” He mumbles about having a bad day and pulls out his wallet to hand me a bill.
“By the way Declan, Mr. Watt asked me to tell you to arm up our classmates with tracking and hinder candy. He told me to tell you not you bring the dangerous ones.” I scratch my head. Typical. He asks us to barely arm ourselves as we venture into the city where we might get captured.
Perfect. Just Perfect.

The field trip was in 5 hours. Ms. Bagge was kind enough to supply me a few side bags to make a snack bag.
The contents as listed by a list Mr. Watt followed up on after asking Ted to tell me what to bring, where all precautionary gadgets.
-4 sticks of Chewing Web
-10 sticks of Lockys
- Track N’Ms with a few sticks of Tracking Gum
-Gummy Bug(A small recording bug in the guise of gummy bears)
-Crackle Pops(Makes small crackling distractions. Has a hint of Lemon)
-And the ever so famous Candy Heart Tracks.

Before I could go meet my classmates, a thought occurred. No one was watching me pack these things.
I grabbed 3 snack bags and added in a few of my more dangerous works. I scattered random grade Cherry Deaths on each, 3 sticks of Knife-Os(Stickos that produces blades). A pair of Stun Wrap for each, and a few experimental prototypes. Dangerous as it is, these things needed field practice. I hand the bags out before we could enter the Pass.

The only link we have to the city was a small tunnel with carts in it This is what we call, The Pass. No one in the city but a few inside moles know about this. The tunnel leads to a small, abandoned warehouse out of view from most citizens and desolate for officials. Making it easy to enter and easy to blend. It’s taboo to enter the city alone. Not only is it risky to enter the city alone, but the city is big. You could get lost and never make it back to the warehouse, eventually leading to capture.
Mr. Watt blows his whistle as the carts arrive. They look like those rollercoaster rides from amusement parks I saw in pictures.
“Alright class, go to your respective groups and wait until your group’s name is called. Enter the cart when you hear your names.”
He flips his clipboard and start calling out groups.
“Azelea” Carts entered and exited as each group departs.
“Valiel” Our groups name. We enter the cart together.
There are usually four in a group. Everyone gets a partner and everyone has their own thing in Inklines. I did candy, Rena did recon, surveillance and gathering materials and info. So to speak, she’s more trained in the ways of a field agent.
Ted’s partner, Veronica Westley, was base of operations. She worked computers and surveillance like Rena. If Rena’s a field agent, you could say Veronica was more of a hacker and a detective. She uses info to her advantage and works the bugs that are planted from my candy. So it’s more likely that she’d be in front of a computer instead of out in the field with us.
“Check your bags.” I told them. They opened up the bags and rifled through it.
“Someone was quick with their hands.” Said Rena.
“Or no one was really watching when I put in these things.” I replied.

The terminal from below the warehouse was like an old subway. There were some of our agents working there. This is how far I’ve ever gotten out the Pass. I usually just come here to resupply them with a few gadgets.
Ms. Hawthorne was standing in front of the usually locked vault door.
“Here’s a map for each of you.” She hands out watches like GPS.
“If you ever get lost, just check the map. Remember, do not engage in too much activity. You are to only explore and gather any data you can get to ready yourself for future field work.” She eyes me.
“Should you all encounter any danger, do not hesitate to use any of the supplied gear from Mr. Lawson here.” She enters the vaults code.
“Good luck.”

The city air was fresh, ironic to how dirty the community is these days. People were bustling left and right. Their tattoos were very… deep. They were anywhere they could be. Neck, foot, arm. Whatever.
“Where are we going?” Rena asks.
I check my map. There were countless areas to go to, but the teachers were careful to mark it with red, indicating danger and forbidden.
“How ‘bout the neighborhood?” Ted suggest. Not a bad idea, but there were too many people around. The neighbors should know each other and they’ll find us suspicious. They’ll immediately report us.
“I don’t think we should go somewhere where people know each other too much.” Rena nods in agreement.
“Let’s ask Veronica.” Ted opens his bag and grabs a Mintphone, a tictac communicator to base.
“Hey. Yeah. Yeah. We’re at Cat Street. Yeah, no, it’s fine.” He hands me the mint. “She wants to talk to you.”
“Veronica?”
“Hey. Look, I know it’s all just a fieldtrip, but I’d appreciate it if you could all split up. Risky move, I know. But I placed an extra feature on the watch to locate your friends if you ever get lost. I have a few things I’m working on and some data is appreciated. You’re the leader, so you can initiate the order. Thanks.”
“Alright.” I hand the mint to Ted.
“She says to split up. Is that ok with you guys?” They look at their maps.
“Alright.” Rena says. “Let’s meet back up here.” She points to Daisy Apartments on her map.
“We meet there after an hour. If anyone is in danger, avoid eye contact with people and run. Throw some crackle pops to signal each other if you need any help. Throw some in the air too to make a flare.”
Everyone nods and we split up.

I decided to go by the public mall. There were various stores and food stops to go to. I decided to stop by a shady trinket shop and bugged the table with some Gummy Bug.
As I left, my eyes widen as I see a few workers of Insignia on the move. I decided to follow them. One of them stopped by a weapons store. With careful precision, I threw some chewed up Tracking Gum on the floor. The guy was stupid enough to actually step on it. Their next stop was a small club. They locked the front door so I couldn’t enter, so I checked for a back door. It was padlocked. This was a job for some Lockys. The stick was mightier than it looked and immediately opened the lock. I didn’t want to stick around for too long so I just threw another Gummy Bug on the roof.
I had about 20 minutes of free time left so I headed out. As I opened exited the mall, a girl bumps into my back.

“Oh! Excuse me. Sorry.” She scrambles for her things and places it on her purse. I kneel down to help her.
“Thank you.” She looks at me. I find myself stunned.
She was beautiful.
She blushes, and I find myself blushing too.
“Oh… Ah. Sorry. Again.” She looks away, smiling.
“It’s… Alright. I guess… I’m… headed to Mosley cafe now.” I don’t even know why that last bit of info slipped. She perks up.
“Oh… I’m headed that way too. Maybe we should… go together.”
She does seem sincere. I know it’s risky to get acquainted, but…
Something’s pulling me to her. I can feel it.
“I’m Declan, by the way. Nice to meet you."
“Callie.”

Author Notes:
Sorry it took so long for me to add in my next story. I've been busy. So without further ado, here's my next story: The Unbroken Series.
The Tagline for this Chapter Will Be:
"Find What Has Been Lost"

Cassie White: Pilot

 The thing about teen sleuths is that they always have a way to everything.

Veronica Mars and her wits.

Nancy Drew and her brain.

But it all comes down to one thing:

If you solve the mystery or not.

Hi. Cassandra White. You can call me Cassie. I know, It sounds like Carrie White, and jokes have been pulled before, but I'm just another teenager with a knack for adventure. Or something like that.

Right now, I'm inside a walk in fridge trying not to freeze myself.

To understand this situation, I'll bring you back to about 72 hours ago.

Three days ago I was just another normal teenage girl. Surviving high school, staying out of the powerful people's hairs, yada yada yada. The works.

But when your little brother starts to go missing for no apparent reason, you start to worry. The police is too stupid to see between filters.

"Teenagers. Probably just their raging hormones kicking in. Just wait it out for a week. He'll come running back." says officer Trent.

My family is middle class.My father works for a medium sized company. My mother owns her own cafe. Yup. Just another regular family.

But regular people don't exactly reel in attention from the cops. Maybe I could, but I was too overconfident of my beauty to ask for help.

"Look, Cassie. The police just don't buy it. Your little brother, Darrel, has gone out without returning for a while before. Wouldn't you say you're used to it too by now?"

"Not without saying so!" I say to him.

He sighs and faces his computer.

"Look, I'll see what I can find. You go run off and...Cheer for something."

He's assuming every teenage girl with blonde hair is a cheerleader? Thanks for the consideration. Besides I doubt he'd see what he can do. The way I see it, he's just gawking at another prostitute on the internet, not checking where my little brother could be.

Terra. A small, quaint town. It has it's shares of dark mysteries like any other town. You can count on disappearances on the list. When a teenage boy wants to make a point and runs away from home, he'd be sure to call in on people they care about other than their parents.
If he were to call me, I'd hide it from my parents in a heartbeat cause while we both have had our share of fights, we always stick together.
But leaving without a trace? No, no, no. Darrel leaves notes all the time before he'd disappear into whatever abyss he decides to hole himself in. Literally. There's a sticky note in our fridge every time he leaves. He's the sticky note guy.
Weirdo.

Mom and Dad are still in a frantic search for my little brother and decided to check other towns. I'm on my own for this week.
Despite looks of a preppy teenager, I've learned to cook in a melancholic state of mind. Just take some things out of the fridge, cut em up, mix things and throw them into a pan or fire and wait until the color is satisfactorily cooked like.
I'm usually successful, but the pasta I tried to make today turned into cat food when I left it for like 8 minutes too long.
"Patch!" My adorable, little kitten walks in. That tiny bell I put in him is really cute. I named him after Patch from Hush, Hush cause he's black and white.

At least someone's eating dinner tonight. I blew a sigh and checked the fridge for something I'll try NOT to burn.
Nope, nothing. I shut the fridge. Then, before I decided to drive to a restaurant, a flyer on the fridge catches my attention.
"Steam Pack. Delivers like there's no tomorrow." Oh right, Darrel works there. Maybe I'll call in for some Fast Food and... Darrel works there.

555-0936
"You've reached Steam Pack, How can I help you?" Terrence Walden. The takeout guy. Darrel's friend.
"Terrence?"
"Cassie" A small crash on the background. "W-What can I do for you?"
It didn't really take too much for me to find out that he has a crush on me. Unlike the makeup barraged girls in school, I wasn't dense.
"Hey...Um. My little brother's missing. Do you know where he is?"
"Darrel? Sorry, no. He didn't come in for his shift yesterday. Have you called the police?"
"Unfortunately, they think he's just out, rebelling or partying somewhere out of town."
"Sorry. Hey, but I did see him the day before yesterday. He was at work with me. I went to deliver some food and when I got back, the boss told me he already left his shift."
Hmmm. So the last place anyone saw him was at Steam Pack. The restaurant's not exactly a 5 star delight, but it passes for food.
"Ok, thanks. Oh, and about Delivering like there's no tomorrow..."

The door rang 10 minutes after I placed an order. I guess they really meant it when they say 'Delivers like there's no tomorrow'. That, or my house is just 2 blocks away from the restaurant.
Jason Cole stands in front of my door. He's in my class.

"Jason. I'm surprised to see you here." Delivering food that is. The way he talked and dressed at school, you'd think he patronizes every fast food worker. What are the odds.

"A teenager working a job after school is a surprise? It's a small world Cassie." He places the delivery bag at the table.
"One order of Le Fried Chicken with some fries and a Strawberry Smoothie. How are you not worried about your weight?"
"Fast metabolism? Walking to school sometimes? I'm apparently a cheerleader too says Officer Trent."
Jason gives a quiet laugh and takes out a receipt.
"Well Ms. Preppy, That'll be Twenty Six dollars."
"Do you have change for a Fifty?" 

Before Jason could take 5 steps back to his motorcycle, I was barely tripping on my heels running after him.
"Wait. Wait. I have to talk to you." I was catching my breath. "Have... Have you seen my brother? He's missing." He frowns.
"Oh right, you're Darrel's sister." Hostile much?
"The day before yesterday. He left his shift early. I was stuck with an extra hour cause of him." The same as Terrence with a more unhappy reception.
"Did he... Talk about anything that may tell you why he was missing?"
"Well... The kid was talking to this girl, Alison Monlee I think. He was talking about seeing something big. Nothing more."
Alison Monlee. Very famous in our school. She publicly exploited her ex's infidelity and assaulted her ex's skank the very same day, same time. She's going out with a guy I only know as Josh. She was the talk of the school for like 2 weeks, but everyone got over that.

Looks like I'm going on an interrogation tomorrow.

Terra High. A school like any other. Big, concentrated, and the epicentre of teenage hell. Lets not forget the people here. And again, like any school, our students in our very fine school are divided by status, class, and occupation.
Luckily, I’m part of the pay no attention class. I can sleep steady without any of the bitchy teenagers trying to ruin me or the dumb jocks making my life hell.

I’ve made no enemies in my stay here. Or so I hope.

Alison Monlee, a junior like me. I wonder why she was talking to my brother, a freshmen? Maybe it’s cause Darrel was friends with her younger sister, Jenna. She was making an effort to be glued to her boyfriend, Josh.
“Um, sorry to interrupt your little 7 minutes in heaven, but can I talk to you Alison?”

She pulls away from Josh, smiling. They both seem to be in true love. I envy them.

“What’s up?” she asks.
“Um... It’s my little brother. Darrel.” her face contorts to worry.
“Playing god.” She whispers.
“Excuse me? Playing God? What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask

“T-The song. By Paramore.” She tries to remove her face of worry. It doesn’t work. She faces Josh, who starts to look worried too. He nods and walks away.
“Is he missing?” How did she know? Is she the prime suspect of his disappearance?

...Next time you point a finger

...I might have to bend it back or break it, break it off.

Oh, that song. The one with a music video. Huh. Wonder why that popped up into my head?

“Alison, is there something you’re not telling me? I haven’t told you anything yet.”
“Well...” She pulls me into the bio lab. “Just 2 days ago, he told me something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, I was eating at Steam Pack, he approached me. He said it was his break. He asked me how Jenna was. Jenna worked with Darrel at Steam Pack, but she stopped going after school and confined herself at home. She wouldn’t talk to me about it. I told him the same thing Jenna told me to say, that she was sick.” She opens the door slowly and points to Jenna Monlee just across the hall.
“Does that look like someone who’s sick?” I shake my head.
“Anyways, Darrel told me he saw a small cellar door at work. He said he heard moaning and pounding just below. I’m willing to guess that there’s something not so good going on down there.” She pulls out her phone.
“If you find out something though, give me a call. And be careful.”
“I will.” I assure her, I will. But I’m starting to have doubts about Darrel. If there was something that the restaurant wasn’t to surface into the real world, I fear that someone had taken cared of Darrel. I have to move faster before something bad really happens to him.

I’m going to have to give Steam Pack a little visit after school.

“Cass!” I turned around. My practically a sister, Hannah Jones was running towards me.

“Did you find your brother?” If there’s one person who’d believe me with no hesitation, it’s Hannah.

“No. But I have some leads I could follow.”
“Cool! You can be Veronica Mars and I could be Mac!” she was enthusiastic about everything.
“Seriously Hannah? I don’t have a detective father or any sleuthing abilities and you aren’t exactly Ms. Computer Expert. So, you bumming a ride today?”
“You know me! Bumming rides since birth!” It was literal. Our parents were also friends and we had also shared strollers before.
“Oh, we’re stopping at Steam Pack. That’s our lead.”
“Exciting! Exploiting a restaurant are we?”

I parked my car just across the restaurant. Damn place never seems to run out of customers.
Or maybe cars. There weren’t as many people inside as there were as many cars outside. We took a window booth

“We’re going to have to order something or we’ll get kicked out.” I tell Hannah.
“You watch our things, I’ll go buy some food. We’re going to stick around to do our homework to kill time and investigate when the other customers have left. Do you want anything?” She hands me 20 dollars.
“Get me a strawberry smoothie.”

Jason stood in front of the cashier with a lazy smile.
“Cassie. Found your brother yet? I could really use a break from covering from him.”
“No. Sorry.” I take out some cash. “Anyways...”
I placed an order and he gave me a sarcastic smile, obviously holding back from commenting on how much I eat Fast Food.

8 minutes flew by and Terrence approached our table.
“Here’s the fries. Sorry it took long.”
“Thanks.” Then, I realised how Terrence could help us.
“Hey, um. Alison told me about a cellar here at Steam Pack. I can’t go in, but maybe you could check it out.”
“Alright. I’ll see what I can do.” He left and just an hour flew by, we were running out of homework to do. It was 6:00. There was barely anyone around.

“Where IS Terrence?” I said impatiently. Then, the boss approached us. This was Mr. Vanford. Darrel has said nice and bad things about him. He seemed a bit... bloated. Redish, puffy face. Slowly balding hair.
“Excuse me, we’re going to have to ask you to leave. There’s been a roach infestation and we have to close early.” Roach? I didn’t see one cockroach in this spotless place. The janitor was dead serious about his job. Our food even smelled nice.
“Um, before we leave, can we see Terrence?” I ask. “He’s got something of ours.”
The boss wipes his head with a handkerchief and says. “He left his shift.” Just as expected.
“That’s too bad.” I say. “We’re sorry for disturbing.” 
 I pulled Hannah out the door and made our way behind a car.
“Cass, What’s-“ I shushed her.
“Remember Gertrude Banks?” I ask.
“Yeah, she was really nice.” She tells me.
“And?” I ask her again and an oh forms in her mouth.
Gertrude Banks younger sister also worked at Steam Pack and went missing a month ago. And when police asked the boss of her whereabouts, the boss just said she left her shift early.
“Terrence’s car is still here. He never left the building. So did Darrel. Everyone who discovers the cellar allegedly left their shift early when in truth? They never really left. The problem is, how do we get back in? The boss shut the lights off and already closed the place.” Hannah smiled at me and dug into her bag. She pulled a ring of shiny keychains. No, keys. She handed me one labelled Back Door.
“I’m no Mac, but I’m certainly no amateur.” We quietly crept to the back door. I opened the door to the kitchen.
The kitchen was too clean for a roach infestation. Mr. Fatso was a really bad liar. Even I can make a better excuse than roach infestation.
I grabbed my phone and opened up the flashlight app. Darrel worked the kitchen so it must be around here. How big is this place? I mean, this is just a fast food place and I’m pretty sure kitchens aren’t supposed to have a bigger space than the dining hall itself.

“Cass! Over here.” Eureka. A small, intricate square enough for 5 people to climb down on just besides the pantry. I opened it slowly and could see eyes staring back at me. The workers.
“What are you doing in there?!” Crap. The cellar door falls back down.
“You pesky bitches don’t learn, do you?! I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget!” For a fat person, he runs fast. I trip him over with my heel and jump sideways. Before he could stand back up, I sprayed him with pepper spray that Darrel got me for Christmas.
“Hannah! Go get help! I’ll handle him!” She bolted out the door, frantically dialling on her phone. Before I could turn and run as well, Fatso got a hold of my foot and dropped me hard. Ouch! My phone skidded 3 feet away and the bottle of Pepper spray 8 feet. I started crawling for the phone, but the guy grabs me by my hair. I wasn’t repunzel so this hurt a lot.
“It’s meddling kids like you that could ruin my business. Well, you look like you could use some softening up.” He started unzipping his pants. Shit! He’s gonna rape me! I had to do something. As I tossed and turned my feet at him, it only made my hair feel more painful. Then I remembered something.
“You’re going to have a whirlwind of-“ He lets go of my hair as the zap ends. My father got me a stun gun to go with the pepper spray. I didn’t have enough time to caress my poor hair and run for a way out. The front doors were locked and the backdoor was way beyond my reach. 
Now we’re back to where I was. In the walk in fridge, trying not to freeze. God this is cold. I held up the stun gun.
“There you are.” I muffled a scream. He was approaching fast as I backed away. Nowhere left to run. I activated the stun gun in a futile attempt to scare him.
He slaps it out of my hand.
“Now...” Did rapists all look like psychotic maniacs? “...Lets do this right.” He begins to grab for my arms but falls unconscious. Jason stands in front of me holding a pipe.
“Cassie. Are you alright?” Like hell no! I almost got raped by a psychopath that kidnapped kids! I grabbed the stun gun from the floor and zapped him for a few minutes. Tears started flowing down my eyes and Jason pulls me in for a hug.

The cops arrived 10 minutes later with Hannah. They gave me a towel as I sat by the steps.
“Cassie?” Darrel was haggard with his clothes torn. The police found every missing teenager from the past 3 months. The cellar was a slave room where the boss put children who found double dead meat in it and forced them to work on cutting and pounding and whatever. I hugged my brother. Jenna found out and ran away in fear. She tried to warn Darrel with hints, but he didn’t get it. Officer Trent cuffs Mr. Vanford.
“Ulric Yishta, alias Yan Vanford, You are under arrest for kidnapping and aggravated assault. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be assigned to you.” He shuts him at the door and approaches us.
“Look. Sorry...for not believing you. I was just-” I stop him there.
“It’s ok. I’m sure my parents will be very happy to know he was found.” He walks away with a smile. Jason approaches me.
“So...Tough night, huh?”
“Tough is an understatement. How did you find me here?”
“I was working late. Traffic jam got me. When I got back, the kitchen was ransacked and I saw the boss coming into the fridge. I saw your phone and grabbed a pipe. That’s it.” I didn’t think the patronizing fast food worker could be so cool.
“Well, thanks.” He grins.
“I’ll be seeing you, then.” He stands up and leaves.
Was that a sign? Or was he just flirting? Hahaha... Well, that’s one dangerous day behind me. I could really use some rest.
“Hannah. Thanks for the help.” I hugged her and turned to Darrel. “Lets go home."
As we entered our car, a small envelope falls from door.
"The Choice is Yours to Make." What the hell is this? Before I could turn the ignition on, my phone rang.

"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this Cassie White?"
"Speaking."

"It's about your parents. They got into an accident." My phone dropped to the floor with the caller shouting hello at me. This can't be happening.

-I was inspired by Veronica Mars, but I felt Cassie fell a bit flat. Well, this is just the beginning. Cassie is sure to appear again here. Hope you enjoyed!
~Thanos Venge