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Post by Tweek on Jul 21, 2005 12:06:18 GMT -6
It has been three days since two FBI agents vanished near Burkittsville, Maryland. The men were tracking a serial killer and disregarded orders not to pursue into the woods. Your team has been dispatched to pick up the trail and locate the missing agents. The killer is still at large and may be hiding in the Black Hills area. Take every precaution.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Jul 31, 2005 17:22:14 GMT -6
The first agent steps from the black van. An assault rifle is slung over his shoulder, and a 9mm handgun is holstered at his side. His eyes are covered by sunglasses, which he slowly slides off, revealing his unnatural-looking yellow eyes (1). He scans the trees, wondering as to the fates of the two agents.
His nametag reads "Erik de Maricourt, FBI".
[(1) Merely a literary reference to Gaston Leroux's novel The Phantom of the Opera. The Phantom, who was named Erik, had yellow eyes. No special powers, just... really freaky eyes. Just thought I'd clear that up.]
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Post by Tweek on Aug 1, 2005 7:58:36 GMT -6
Special Agent Johnston steps from the rear of the van and begins an equipment check. Satisfied that all is in order, he takes a deep breath and moves around to the front of the van.
Damn I could use a cigarette right now, he thinks. Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit. Better keep my mind on the job. Mistakes cost lives out here.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 3, 2005 20:24:54 GMT -6
Erik looks over at Johnston.
"So tell me, who were these two after? No one bothered to brief me this morning. All they said was 'Get your ass to the field office.' Then they handed me this rifle and loaded me in the van."
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Post by Tweek on Aug 4, 2005 8:12:10 GMT -6
"It's that sick Patterson freak. Jeffrey Patterson. White male, late twenties. Killed two people back in '99. You remember? That whole 'Blair Witch' business. Should have gotten the chair, that one. Ended up in the federal psych ward. Killed two more people during his escape a month ago. Suspected in at least three more murders since."
Johnston pulls a sheet of paper from his pocket and hands it over. At the top is the photo of Patterson.
"The profilers say he is returning to the scene of his first crime. Reenacting something he saw in a horror movie. Crazy stuff, man. Cuts up his victims and lets them bleed out. I'd like to do the same to him. Sick freak..."
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 4, 2005 22:02:55 GMT -6
Erik takes the paper and scans over it. He lets out a small sigh.
"Oh, him. Every serial killer these days wants to be Jack the Ripper or Hannibal Lecter..."
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Post by Marco on Aug 5, 2005 4:04:29 GMT -6
All of a sudden they here another car coming up the Black Rock Road.The car parks and a tall man gets out of the car.He wears sunglases and his hair is combed back.He dosn't say anything;he just walks straight to the other agents and then just stands beside S.A.Johnson
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Post by Tweek on Aug 6, 2005 9:55:52 GMT -6
"Ah, Marco made it. Good. We'll give it a few more minutes and then start the search. Do you know how many agents we are getting on this one?" Johnston asks. "Would have been better if we had some locals to guide us to the site. Even with GPS this place may be hard to find..."
Sounds of a vehicle coming up Black Rock Road. Rap music. Getting louder. A late model pickup appears from around the curve and roars past the parked FBI van. Drunken teenagers on a ride through the woods. Driving way too fast for the narrow, two-lane road. The truck continues on and is soon out of sight, the annoying music slowly fading in the distance.
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Post by Marco on Aug 6, 2005 10:36:51 GMT -6
Did you see them?They're drunken and driving their car though.But thats not our case.We gotta find this insane man.I have read a lot of this guy.And we have to be carefull.I don't wanna wake up one morning with my stomache cut up.
He smiled a bit, but noticed that nobody found the joke funny and so he cough and stopped smiling.
So, I wasn't told how many people would come. And so were you I think.I think we can start the hunting. Or shall we the office?
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 6, 2005 22:13:30 GMT -6
Erik adjusts the bulletproof vest he is wearing.
"Personally, I would prefer to get started with the search. The longer we wait, the less likely we are to find the other two agents, not to mention the risk the fugitive poses to the civilians."
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Post by Tweek on Aug 8, 2005 11:49:21 GMT -6
The first location to search is an abandoned house north of the van. This is as close as the roads run to it, so a long walk in the hot summer sun lies ahead. As the team moves away from Black Rock Road, the woods seem to get wilder and more dense. The trail is covered with dead leaves in many places, forcing the men to stop frequently to find it again.
The sun is setting as they reach the house. Or rather, what is left of a house. The roof and most of the walls have fallen in, leaving a large rubble pile on top of an ancient stone foundation. The structure must have been two or three stories, judging by the amount of debris. The Parr Ruins.
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Post by Tweek on Aug 16, 2005 7:20:58 GMT -6
The agents spread out and secure the perimeter. There are no obvious footprints at the site, no signs that anyone has been here recently. An opening in the foundation, probably a basement window at one time, can be seen on the east side of the ruins. Big enough for a man to climb through. A place for our target to hide himself.
Johnston draws his sidearm and clicks on his flashlight. Time to take a look.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 18, 2005 18:54:19 GMT -6
Erik unslings his assault rifle and raises it to bear, aiming at the hole before them, ready and waiting for anything.
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Post by Tweek on Aug 18, 2005 19:34:08 GMT -6
There is movement inside the opening. Johnston clicks on his flashlight and kneels down at the window, gun aimed into the blackness. The unmistakable sound of footsteps on a dirt floor. And something else. Whispering?
"Patterson! FBI! Come out NOW!" he shouts. There is no reply. Only silence.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 19, 2005 22:27:22 GMT -6
Erik's yellow eyes narrow, waiting for the order to fire.
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Post by Marco on Aug 21, 2005 8:05:22 GMT -6
"Hey guys. I think we should split up and search through the basement alone. That'd save us time. In case you find something just shout. But not too loud, otherwise we'll lost Jeff and I really don't want to search through the whole Black Hill Area. You know how big this Area is. And you know that you don't need much luck getting lost here. Just think back to year 1994...."
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Post by Tweek on Aug 21, 2005 8:29:54 GMT -6
Johnston signals for Marco to move up and enter the basement opening. Let the rookie go first, he thinks. I'm not getting my face shot off on this mission. Been shot once already this year and didn't care for it much. Those bullets hurt like hell even through a vest.
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Post by Marco on Aug 21, 2005 8:40:34 GMT -6
Marco feels a little bit scared. He has never been to such a mission and both agents know that. But inspite of it he should be the first to go? Marco begins to sweat.He don't want to know how it is to be disembowled or to feel a knife that slits open his throat. He absorbs and enters the black hole...
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Post by Marco on Aug 21, 2005 8:47:59 GMT -6
Marco draws his gun and flashlight. He looks around in the room he landed in. Then he steps aside to let the others enter through the hole.
"Kno....Know we can split up, can we?"
Marco could have set his ass on fire for making the suggestion to split up.Now he is in here he thinks different about splitting up. He can't imagine how it would be walking alone through this hell on earth.
As the last agent jumps down into the room they suddenly hear a crack in another room...
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 21, 2005 12:24:58 GMT -6
Erik's flashlight flares to life as he clips it to the side of his rifle.
"Patterson! We are authorized to use lethal force! Surrender to us now and I will guarantee your safety!"
Silence.
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Post by Marco on Aug 21, 2005 12:38:49 GMT -6
Marco can't stand the silence and flips out:
" Listen motherf***er. You got 2 choices. Either you surrender or I'll blow your f***ing brain out of your head"
Marco's breath has got faster. His chest is moving really fast. But there still is silence....
" So, now let's split up" ....
They split and Marco decides to let an other agent search the area where the noises came from.
As Marco is walking through a room next to the " Entrance Room" he suddenly thinks to see another hole in the hole, out of the cone of the light. He turns and suddenly really detects another hole. But this hole is different to the other. This hole doesn't leads to the outside of the house. No, it is something like a tunnel...
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Post by Marco on Aug 22, 2005 2:31:42 GMT -6
" Hey guys. I've found something"
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Post by Tweek on Aug 22, 2005 8:24:29 GMT -6
"So have I..." replies Johnston. He stands in the far corner of the basement with his flashlight on two objects at his feet. One is the tattered remains of an FBI jacket, the large yellow letters clearly visible on the back. The other is a leather wallet. It contains the identification of Agent John Smith, one of the two missing men. Both items sit atop a small mound of dirt in the corner. There are no footprints except the ones made by Johnston, just now.
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Post by Marco on Aug 22, 2005 8:42:23 GMT -6
"Oh man...This bastard murdered John.I swear you, if I see him I'm gonna..."
Marco gets interrupted from a noise coming from the black tunnel.
"What was that?"
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 22, 2005 9:59:15 GMT -6
Erik turns, aiming at tunnel as the beam of his flashlight tries to pierce the darkness.
"FBI! Identify yourself!"
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