Every week I have to write a report on recent events regarding S#00, and at the end of the month the papers are discreetly sent off to HQ. They aren't very fun to write, but help keep you preoccupied at times. While making them I can't help but wonder what our goal here is, are we looking for ways to contain it? Are we simply observing its actions until we get sufficient information to act upon? Why did they only send a single man to investigate such a phenomena, or is there others out there doing the same as I? There is no way to find a conclusive answer to this, and it annoys me to no end.
Starting the day with a quick phone call to Adam seemed the best idea, he had a lot more to elaborate on. A fairly stable man who seemed to have had several run ins with S#00 can be very beneficial to understanding more. My phone call was not answered, after several unsuccessful tries I called the hotel directly, and they informed me that he had left the hotel earlier. Wished he left a note, but the runner still burns strong within him. At least he's safer out there now, I need to go back and investigate that building some day. My focus is now centered on the one who gave me the information to find him in the first place.
CASE #1: SUCCESS
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
B#1
YEAR:201█
DATE: JULY ██
TIME:14:00
LOCATION:WASHINGTON DC ████
I was given three silver cases that day. The first instructed me to officially resign from the bureau, and this new investigation had to be done independently and single-handedly. The second was a collection of files related to a being named "S#00." The third was every recorded instance of sightings and victims of S#00. At the time I wondered why they would assign someone to investigate something of this nature, as its outside of our jurisdiction, and that's why they would not want any of this traced back to them.
When the mind is left to its own devices, it fabricates misinformation that we tie to reality, the more ties it can create the more real the lies become, until it is indistinguishable from the truth. This is a common feature among those who come in contact with S#00, and often accompanies paranoia, delusion, psychosis, and even multiple personality disorder. There are no recorded cases of anyone fully recovering.
DATE: JULY ██
TIME:14:00
LOCATION:WASHINGTON DC ████
I was given three silver cases that day. The first instructed me to officially resign from the bureau, and this new investigation had to be done independently and single-handedly. The second was a collection of files related to a being named "S#00." The third was every recorded instance of sightings and victims of S#00. At the time I wondered why they would assign someone to investigate something of this nature, as its outside of our jurisdiction, and that's why they would not want any of this traced back to them.
When the mind is left to its own devices, it fabricates misinformation that we tie to reality, the more ties it can create the more real the lies become, until it is indistinguishable from the truth. This is a common feature among those who come in contact with S#00, and often accompanies paranoia, delusion, psychosis, and even multiple personality disorder. There are no recorded cases of anyone fully recovering.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
CASE #1 #3
As we drove along, a part of me was glad to have company again. The longer you are left to your own mind, the less grounded you are in reality. The other part of me knew this couldn't last, due to the nature of our work. I really hate this job.
I could feel Adam staring at me for a long period of time during the ride, before he eventually asked "What's up with the suit? This isn't a wedding."
"What's up with the gas mask? You aren't a firefighter."
Both of us chuckled briefly. Laughing with someone is something you always take for granted, everything is so serious most of the time you don't get the chance to take a moment and just laugh. I parked the car close to a nearby hotel and pulled down the mirror, It looked like I hadn't slept in days, good thing no one really cares about my appearance.
"Adam, i'm going to drop you off here, alright? I think you need to readjust before we pick back up. This is a safe place. Make sure to take off the mask before you check in so no one thinks you're insane. I hope you've got some money on you." He responded by pulling out his wallet and stepping out of the car. "I don't know why you're helping me, or how we can trust each other so quickly. What if I turned out to be your enemy? It's dangerous to interact with people like us, you never quite know them." Adam said in a low voice, more serious than usual. I didn't respond, and instead just gave him a quick wave before starting the car back up and departed on the path back home.
At this point in time I never had seen S#00 before. This contradicts my statement before in which I believe nothing until I see it, but this is the one exception. I hoped that day would never come.
The sun began to set, which surprised me when I noticed. It felt like it was already midnight and we stayed for a longer time in that town than we really did. What was that fool thinking of, staying in such a forsaken area in a pitch black hellhole of a building? Did he really think he was safe? Someone knew he was there and wanted him out, perhaps because they believed the forest was a barrier too. None of this can be concluded at the moment, only the future will give us answers.
I could feel Adam staring at me for a long period of time during the ride, before he eventually asked "What's up with the suit? This isn't a wedding."
"What's up with the gas mask? You aren't a firefighter."
Both of us chuckled briefly. Laughing with someone is something you always take for granted, everything is so serious most of the time you don't get the chance to take a moment and just laugh. I parked the car close to a nearby hotel and pulled down the mirror, It looked like I hadn't slept in days, good thing no one really cares about my appearance.
"Adam, i'm going to drop you off here, alright? I think you need to readjust before we pick back up. This is a safe place. Make sure to take off the mask before you check in so no one thinks you're insane. I hope you've got some money on you." He responded by pulling out his wallet and stepping out of the car. "I don't know why you're helping me, or how we can trust each other so quickly. What if I turned out to be your enemy? It's dangerous to interact with people like us, you never quite know them." Adam said in a low voice, more serious than usual. I didn't respond, and instead just gave him a quick wave before starting the car back up and departed on the path back home.
At this point in time I never had seen S#00 before. This contradicts my statement before in which I believe nothing until I see it, but this is the one exception. I hoped that day would never come.
The sun began to set, which surprised me when I noticed. It felt like it was already midnight and we stayed for a longer time in that town than we really did. What was that fool thinking of, staying in such a forsaken area in a pitch black hellhole of a building? Did he really think he was safe? Someone knew he was there and wanted him out, perhaps because they believed the forest was a barrier too. None of this can be concluded at the moment, only the future will give us answers.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
CASE #1 #2
The door to the building had no features at all, no handle, no windows to see inside, no anything. It was plain gray and had the texture of stone; and when I pushed against it there was heavy resistance, but I will note that I am not a very strong man. The open door was the only thing shining any light inside, everything beyond the small illuminated area was pitch black. Not a sound could be heard throughout the entire residence.
Leaving the door wide open I walked further inside. This is really shaping up to look suspicious now, as if it didn't have enough going for it as it is. I reached for my flashlight but found nothing, it had been left behind somewhere, most likely on top of a dresser back at home. Well, we're already too deep in this to back out now, the only path here is forward.
Everything felt so cold, the walls, the air. The more you walk in the colder everything gets. I desperately tried to find a light switch to properly analyze the building, but found none. This building was designed this way, for some sinister purpose; perhaps to disorient those who aren't used to it, I can't draw a conclusion just yet.
Using the walls as a guide I stumbled through the darkness for an unknown amount of time, you quickly lose sense of progression when you don't know exactly where you are heading. Over time my eyes adjusted to the darkness and my sight had gotten to a level where one could vaguely make things out. Just like the front door, all the others were as if heavy slabs of stone that were ice cold to the touch. The place seemed impossibly gigantic, no matter how far one goes in it seems as if they make no progress, perhaps tricking people into going in circles?
But then, there was a noise ahead. The noise of... Breathing? It wasn't very far off, but it was unnerving at the time. So many thoughts can rush into one's mind in this situation, who could it be? Someone that could hurt you? Or the person you are looking for? In these situations you can have a split second to react, or you can be killed. As I contemplated my actions I hadn't realized the door in front of me had opened, with a figure dashing through the opening. Needless to say I was caught unaware.
Before I could properly process what was happening, my arms was being pressed against the wall and my own gun was being aimed at me. My eyes could barely make out the man standing in front of me; a scrawny young fellow wearing a gas mask and casual wear, quite an odd fashion choice if I say myself. "Make even as much as one twitch and the walls will get a fresh coat of paint." The man said in a raspy and threatening voice.
"Here's how this will go down, I ask you questions, you answer them, simple enough for you? Great. First off, who are you and how do you know about this place?"
As the man talked I briefly contemplated my options. He has my gun and my arms restrained, but I reckon his grip could be broken. He looked frail and didn't feel as if he was particularly strong; however he did not seem like an enemy.
"David Booker, I was contacted to search for a man named Adam and given this location. Apologies if I interrupted something." My reply could've been without the sarcasm, but I was fairly certain that nothing bad could happen. The man quickly searched for more items on me and once he was finished loosened his restraint.
"Who told you to come here?" He asked as he continued to eye me, as if I was still a threat.
"Can't answer that myself, I presumed that it was someone close to you that was worried for your safety."
"Well that's wrong bucko, even if someone cared I never told anyone about this place."
"But here we are, someone found out anyhow. What are you doing here? This house is something straight out of a horror set."
Adam paced the room as we talked, he had no trouble walking in the darkness, I can only assume the mask had to do with that. Was he actually living here? How can anyone willingly stay in such a forsaken place?
"This is bad, really bad. Someone knows that I am here, and if they know, he knows. This was supposed to be more of a permanent relocation as I wanted to give up running away, guess that's not much of an option now. We need to get outside." As Adam spoke his voice got less hoarse and easier to understand. It seemed he hasn't done any talking for a long time. He lead the path back out of the large building, which was much easier when you have a guide. Seeing light again was heavenly, and all sense of claustrophobia left me.
We stared at each other for a brief moment, neither of us exactly sure what to do. Adam took the initiative and handed back my gun. "I didn't intend on staying here for long, but the Black Forest seems to protect those in it, and I knew of no other place to go" Adam spoke sincerely, it seems he wished to have been left alone.
"The Black Forest? Trees can't protect you, not unless you cut them down and build a wall." What kind of guy thinks trees can save him? Maybe being alone for so long has got to him.
"You'd believe a lanky long armed man with no face is chasing us but not that an area could be protected?"
"Those are two completely different things, just because one is true doesn't verify the other."
Walking back to where the car was parked, Adam suggested that we shouldn't run, and that finding another place like the "Black Forest" is necessary; however I didn't fully agree with him, being stuck in one place for a large period of time is bound to turn up bad news. I explained that before we talk any further we should go to a populated area, as this forest is far away from civilization and we have many things to discuss.
Leaving the door wide open I walked further inside. This is really shaping up to look suspicious now, as if it didn't have enough going for it as it is. I reached for my flashlight but found nothing, it had been left behind somewhere, most likely on top of a dresser back at home. Well, we're already too deep in this to back out now, the only path here is forward.
Everything felt so cold, the walls, the air. The more you walk in the colder everything gets. I desperately tried to find a light switch to properly analyze the building, but found none. This building was designed this way, for some sinister purpose; perhaps to disorient those who aren't used to it, I can't draw a conclusion just yet.
Using the walls as a guide I stumbled through the darkness for an unknown amount of time, you quickly lose sense of progression when you don't know exactly where you are heading. Over time my eyes adjusted to the darkness and my sight had gotten to a level where one could vaguely make things out. Just like the front door, all the others were as if heavy slabs of stone that were ice cold to the touch. The place seemed impossibly gigantic, no matter how far one goes in it seems as if they make no progress, perhaps tricking people into going in circles?
But then, there was a noise ahead. The noise of... Breathing? It wasn't very far off, but it was unnerving at the time. So many thoughts can rush into one's mind in this situation, who could it be? Someone that could hurt you? Or the person you are looking for? In these situations you can have a split second to react, or you can be killed. As I contemplated my actions I hadn't realized the door in front of me had opened, with a figure dashing through the opening. Needless to say I was caught unaware.
Before I could properly process what was happening, my arms was being pressed against the wall and my own gun was being aimed at me. My eyes could barely make out the man standing in front of me; a scrawny young fellow wearing a gas mask and casual wear, quite an odd fashion choice if I say myself. "Make even as much as one twitch and the walls will get a fresh coat of paint." The man said in a raspy and threatening voice.
"Here's how this will go down, I ask you questions, you answer them, simple enough for you? Great. First off, who are you and how do you know about this place?"
As the man talked I briefly contemplated my options. He has my gun and my arms restrained, but I reckon his grip could be broken. He looked frail and didn't feel as if he was particularly strong; however he did not seem like an enemy.
"David Booker, I was contacted to search for a man named Adam and given this location. Apologies if I interrupted something." My reply could've been without the sarcasm, but I was fairly certain that nothing bad could happen. The man quickly searched for more items on me and once he was finished loosened his restraint.
"Who told you to come here?" He asked as he continued to eye me, as if I was still a threat.
"Can't answer that myself, I presumed that it was someone close to you that was worried for your safety."
"Well that's wrong bucko, even if someone cared I never told anyone about this place."
"But here we are, someone found out anyhow. What are you doing here? This house is something straight out of a horror set."
Adam paced the room as we talked, he had no trouble walking in the darkness, I can only assume the mask had to do with that. Was he actually living here? How can anyone willingly stay in such a forsaken place?
"This is bad, really bad. Someone knows that I am here, and if they know, he knows. This was supposed to be more of a permanent relocation as I wanted to give up running away, guess that's not much of an option now. We need to get outside." As Adam spoke his voice got less hoarse and easier to understand. It seemed he hasn't done any talking for a long time. He lead the path back out of the large building, which was much easier when you have a guide. Seeing light again was heavenly, and all sense of claustrophobia left me.
We stared at each other for a brief moment, neither of us exactly sure what to do. Adam took the initiative and handed back my gun. "I didn't intend on staying here for long, but the Black Forest seems to protect those in it, and I knew of no other place to go" Adam spoke sincerely, it seems he wished to have been left alone.
"The Black Forest? Trees can't protect you, not unless you cut them down and build a wall." What kind of guy thinks trees can save him? Maybe being alone for so long has got to him.
"You'd believe a lanky long armed man with no face is chasing us but not that an area could be protected?"
"Those are two completely different things, just because one is true doesn't verify the other."
Walking back to where the car was parked, Adam suggested that we shouldn't run, and that finding another place like the "Black Forest" is necessary; however I didn't fully agree with him, being stuck in one place for a large period of time is bound to turn up bad news. I explained that before we talk any further we should go to a populated area, as this forest is far away from civilization and we have many things to discuss.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
CASE #1 #1
CASE #1
Name:Adam Belial
Age:N/A
Location:North Carolina
Appearance:N/A
Some of you may remember him disappearing in late 2012, I never heard of the man but I was drawn particularly to this job after receiving a letter in the mail with specific destination with the victim's name written by hand above it. Clearly someone was wanting me to investigate, perhaps a family member who knew him, or a trap, because something always has the possibility of being a trap. Things can easily turn sour either way.
At least it was something, I have had to work with less.
I have to say, driving around with in three piece suit really takes me back For better or worse I couldn't tell you, working in this business for years on end is likely to bring up bad memories and things you wish didn't happen, but that's just part of being human and I think we should all be proud of being human in this state of affairs. I don't miss tying a tie though.
Just in case this disappearance was caused by a human I made sure to carry my Glock 21 I used to tote around while I was in the force, a handgun that fires .45 ACP will put a man six feet under without much issue; but of course it wouldn't be much of use as we don't necessarily deal with humans. Still best to take precautions when necessary.
The given destination was a set of coordinates, I originally thought I was heading the wrong way as my eyes almost missed an old dirt path off the road, no sign of car tracks or anything, as if it hasn't been in use for a while. I carefully started to drive down the makeshift road; but in the back of my mind it felt as if something was off, was this even on the map? Not really a good sign there. The further I went down the route I slowly realized something indeed was off. It was the trees.
All the trees were black. Completely void of any color with no leaves in sight, not even on the ground. It was such a gradual change I didn't notice until I had been surrounded by them. They were much taller than the trees normally around here, with thin branches that could be snapped by hand if need be. Slowing the car down a notch, I admire the scenery for several minutes, the wonderful smell of Autumn adding to the atmosphere to create an eerie visual.
As the path continued on it began to open up more and more until a sign could be seen on the left hand side, based on my observation it hadn't been properly maintained for several decades, nature has nearly consumed the thing so bad I can't even tell what it's supposed to say. Shortly after seeing the sign one could quickly see signs of civilization, or what used to be civilization. The small town looks to have been abandoned a long time back; however there has been recent activity in this forgotten and disconnected settlement, one building in particular that stands out above the rest, one that looks new compared to the decrepit buildings surrounding it. It is hard to describe how it appears, but in the end it doesn't matter, we aren't here to gaze at buildings, we're here to save a man.
Glock holds thirteen rounds, hopefully I won't need to use that many.
Name:Adam Belial
Age:N/A
Location:North Carolina
Appearance:N/A
Some of you may remember him disappearing in late 2012, I never heard of the man but I was drawn particularly to this job after receiving a letter in the mail with specific destination with the victim's name written by hand above it. Clearly someone was wanting me to investigate, perhaps a family member who knew him, or a trap, because something always has the possibility of being a trap. Things can easily turn sour either way.
At least it was something, I have had to work with less.
I have to say, driving around with in three piece suit really takes me back For better or worse I couldn't tell you, working in this business for years on end is likely to bring up bad memories and things you wish didn't happen, but that's just part of being human and I think we should all be proud of being human in this state of affairs. I don't miss tying a tie though.
Just in case this disappearance was caused by a human I made sure to carry my Glock 21 I used to tote around while I was in the force, a handgun that fires .45 ACP will put a man six feet under without much issue; but of course it wouldn't be much of use as we don't necessarily deal with humans. Still best to take precautions when necessary.
The given destination was a set of coordinates, I originally thought I was heading the wrong way as my eyes almost missed an old dirt path off the road, no sign of car tracks or anything, as if it hasn't been in use for a while. I carefully started to drive down the makeshift road; but in the back of my mind it felt as if something was off, was this even on the map? Not really a good sign there. The further I went down the route I slowly realized something indeed was off. It was the trees.
All the trees were black. Completely void of any color with no leaves in sight, not even on the ground. It was such a gradual change I didn't notice until I had been surrounded by them. They were much taller than the trees normally around here, with thin branches that could be snapped by hand if need be. Slowing the car down a notch, I admire the scenery for several minutes, the wonderful smell of Autumn adding to the atmosphere to create an eerie visual.
As the path continued on it began to open up more and more until a sign could be seen on the left hand side, based on my observation it hadn't been properly maintained for several decades, nature has nearly consumed the thing so bad I can't even tell what it's supposed to say. Shortly after seeing the sign one could quickly see signs of civilization, or what used to be civilization. The small town looks to have been abandoned a long time back; however there has been recent activity in this forgotten and disconnected settlement, one building in particular that stands out above the rest, one that looks new compared to the decrepit buildings surrounding it. It is hard to describe how it appears, but in the end it doesn't matter, we aren't here to gaze at buildings, we're here to save a man.
Glock holds thirteen rounds, hopefully I won't need to use that many.
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