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It had been a dark, rainy night, a figure had been stalking through the alleys of the city. It had been way past midnight, and most people were sound asleep in their beds. Or at least they were sound asleep until a scream pierced the eerie silence. Lights in apartments, and houses flicked on, and everyone rushed to see what had happened. Had a teenager out day past curfew been kidnapped? Had there been there been car crash? No..there had been, a murder committed.

It had been four days since that night, and everyone still pestered the police for answers. All the officers would say was "A murder has been committed". The people pried for more info, but the police refused to give more info then that. Almost nobody in the public knew the gender of the victim, their age, their race, their species, their name, family, life...nothing. No info would be relased to you unless they had a reason to give you info. Unless you were a fully liscenced detective, or the FBI, or a spy, or something. Everybody was just so...clueless. Nothing more then flat out clueless.

There was one boy who had nothing to do with the police. If he saw the police he would keep his head low, and not make a peep. Just as he tried to with all the public, he tried to keep a distance.

Thorne arrived on scene around 9:37am, four days after the murder, the police were stumped and the FBI didn't have any serial killers in the area with the same M.O. As this, it was an odd sort of death, haunting almost. "The victim was covered with her own blood but not a scar on the entire body," Detective Thorne had been flown in from Chicago, he consulted on some bigger serial killer cases from time to time but he had earned his reputation from other kills, kinds like this. "Despite the lack of cuts or scars the victims heart was missing." Thorne often spoke what he wrote as he scribbled in his journal, "no I.D. On the victim yet, still a Jane Doe."

It had been four days and the body had been removed already but a big crowd still continued to gather around the scene. Thorne was used to publicity and stupidity, if there was a master surgeon around here he knew what he was doing, no marks at all not even a paper cut. Thorne's eyes found a shifty looking boy. He took a step towards him when he felt a drop on his nose, rain. He had to focus on this evidence before it washed away for good. "Alright guys, anything to report that I haven't already heard?" As the detective asked this the thought of the boy faded from his mind.

The boy looked down at the sidewalk as his grey converses made contact with the concrete below. His hands were in the pockets of a red jacket he was wearing. He had his hood down which revealed a young boy, seeming by appearance to only be beginning his path down the road of teenage years. His skin was pale, like he didn't get out much, and his eyes were grey, like a lifeless grey. He didn't seem to be bothering anybody. No ""how are you today" to anybody. Not even a simple, "hello." He kept away from the public, and upon noticing people were around, to many people, he walked into the back alley. So he could be alone. Away from the public. Away from the world...

The rain had caused the crowd to scatter a bit, returning to their boring lives. Thorne wasn't exactly an optimist but he was a crime scene detective, would you expect a grave digger to be a chipper up beat kind of guy? "Looks like we are rained out for the day," Thorne said, "go home guys, well meet at the autopsy lab tomorrow."

Detective Thorne was put up in a five star hotel and had no problem with a longer case study if it meant more nights in the Hampton's. "Still this case seems," he noticed the boy in the red jacket farther in the alley, most likely entered through a different street, "out of this world." And with that he got back into his black rental car, too off his dark tan fedora, and sped off.

The young teen continued on his way, not acknowledging anything in the world around him, until he began to get rained on, and he looked up at the grey sky, before removing his pale hands from his jacket pockets and pulling his red hood up over his head, before returning his hands to his pockets. He looked down and sighed quietly, not caring that he was getting rained on. He had to find his way back to the orphanage, the last thing he needed to happen was for him to get sick. Though it wasent like they would notice he was gone anyway.

Thorne had so many thoughts going on in his mind not only about the case but about just pure reality. How was someone able to take a heart from a body without an incision, and how was she covered in her own blood without any gashes or slashes? Especially an amount of blood that excess??

He turned the car as his phone vibrated, he looked down it was the police asking him to come take a look at some new evidence found on the dead girls body. Thorne looked up and saw the light was red and someone was crossing the crosswalk. He slammed on his brakes and his car slid a little bit before stopping directly in front of the red sweatshirt boy. "My god!" Thorne put his car in park and got out, "you ok kid?" He said just now realizing the person was at the crime scene minutes before.

He made his way out onto the streets once more since the rain had caused people to tho indoors. Or at least most of them, and he was fine by that thought. At least he didnt have to worry about crowds. He walked along the sidewalk until he came to a cross walk, and he looked up, seeing a pole that had a yellow box close to the top with two symbols. A red hand signaling to stop and wait, and a green figure appearing to be walking. The green walking figure was glowing its bright green, and the traffic light was red, and so he carried on forward, beginning to cross the street. He looked to his left seeing a car coming, but unlike most people he didn't run screaming like a little girl. He looked away, and his fist clenched in the pockets of his baggy red jacket. He hated attention, and now a scene was caused. He almost got hit by a car, and he knew this man would come out and speak to him. Rather it was to apologize, or lecture him, the man would end up speaking. He turned his head and looked at the man. A few strands of wet black hair hanging in his face, and his grey eyes examining the man. Without a movement of his lips to speak, he just simply nodded his head once. He was fine...but he wanted to go. Now.

Thorne tried to make eye contact with the boy but couldn't find a matching glance hiding under that red hood, "what's your name son?" Thorne asked, the dark than fedora found its way back on his head and rain rolled off his black trench coat. He opened his navy blue umbrella and shielded Aiden from the rain. "I'm a cop little man," Thorne flashed his detective badge, "get in the car and I'll give you a lift home."

Thorne hated kids but he'd only been in Chicago since last night, news of him almost hitting a child wouldn't exactly be the best thing to put on his record. "It's the least I can do kid." Thorne opened the driver side back seat door for the boy. A car behind his honked and drove around his, Sam know noticed the light had turned green but Thorne didn't care he gestured for the boy to get in already he didn't have the time to wait around in the rain.

Aiden looked up at the navy blue umbrella upon feeling the rain not pouring on top of his head, before he looked down. "My name is none of your concern sir.." he said quietly. Not giving a damn if this man was a detective, or a cop. He didn't care who he was.

The boy was just shivering slightly, but was he doing it because he was cold, or rather because he was scared, or even a little bit of both. He turned his head enough so the man could get a slight glimpse of his face, and he shook his head no. Most people would have rushed into the car no problem, but not him. No, no way.

The boy took a step back from him, he didn't want anything to do with this. His clenched fists tightened in his jacket pockets when he heard the loud honk of the horn belonging to the car that drove past them. Aiden looked away, "I dont need a ride..." he said quietly, "I'm close enough to home anyway" he said quieter before turning and beginning to walk away from him.

Thorne didn't have time for the boy, he was no creep he was a highly distinguished detective. He closed the back door and shook off his umbrella, before getting into his car. "Ok no need to be a brat!" Is what he wanted to say but he wasn't a heartless bastard so he replied with, "alright son have a safe trip."

The man for back into his car, waited for the boy to finish crossing the street and he drove away. This all was done unknowing he would see the boy again soon, very soon. The boy he didn't hit would be Thorne's ascension into madness, maybe if date the kinder the pavement would have been wetter or the car would have been going faster. But nothing could stop the detective from his destiny now.

He had lied just to get away from that guy. He was about half an hour from his orphanage house but at least he could walk in faint peace without that guy being around. He didn't say another word to the man. Not even a kind thank you. Nothing but faint eerie silence. The boy crossed the street completely and walked along the sidewalk on the other side of the street, that led to a different street, but not before sparing one last glance at the land car as it drove away. He looked away before continuing on his way. Sam better start fleeing, cause now that he had met Aiden, he had started down the staircase to eternal madness ad insanity. He soon would reach the bottom of that imaginary staircase, and phycopathy would be knocking on his door with a creepy grin.

Ten, maybe fifteen minute later Sam slid his key card into the hotel door and walked into his room. What was with this rain, the Seattle Police had told him it was always like this. He dropped his coat and laid down on his bed checking his phone. Another murder, "what the hell," Sam rubbed his face with an open palm and sat up really reading the text in full. The second victim was a girl who had no blood in her body and had no heart in her chest either. The strange thing about this event was in each of her hands were two identical hearts!

"Seattle is messed up," Sam kept reading, but dropped his phone, "wait what??" He couldn't have read that correctly, he picked up the phone and read it again. This girl was the exact same girl as the other one. Twins maybe? This one was all cut up but no blood! The exact opposite of the other, were they twins? Or was something supernatural going in here?? Thorne picked up his coat and left the room, it would be a long night.

The young teenager made his way back to the orpahange where he opened the door, and walked inside, closing it behind him and hiking himself upstairs, then up another set of stairs to the third floor, where his room was located. He walked down the hall as children who lived there whose rooms were on the second floor ran past him singing "its raining! Its pouring! The old man is snoring! He went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up at morning!" The children there always seemed to has fun on rainy days. But alas Aiden just walked to his room, trailing rain water onto the floor behind him, and went through his doorway, closing, and locking the door behind him. Secluding himself there. His back slid down the door until he was in a sitting position on the floor. His face now buried in his lap. The taunting visions he sometimes saw, haunting him once more.

The detectives stomach didn't necessarily feel to hot as he locked his room and walked down the hall to the elevator. His finger, pruned from the rain water, pushed the down button and after a few seconds the doors opened. The lights in the elevator flickered when they hadn't moments before when he had arrived. A cold breeze came from inside the elevator but Thorne stepped in anyway. As soon as his body crossed this thresh hold it collapsed lifeless and limp on the floor, but Thorne would tell you a different story.

Thorne's consciousness had literally stepped out of his body into this elevator and as the doors closed he knew he had made a mistake the buttons were all gone but one, only a single button remained. He pushed the only button after looking around a bit and the lights flickered for a moment as the stale yellow changed to a deep red coloring that felt like it was soaking into the detectives skin, "this isn't supposed to happen..." The elevator jolted then dropped eight or nine stories before screeching to a halt. What had happened? Thorne stood up and took a few deep breathes calming his racing heart and tried pulling his intestines out of his throat. The doors slowly opened, "Where the hell am I???"

The young teen sat on his bedroom floor, shifting between reality, and imaginary. He was honestly scared to look up. Things never ended well when he looked up. He'd either see blood on the walls, or bodies nailed to the walls, or something else very gruesome. Horrifying. But almost as if drifting in a trance of sleep, the teens eyes closed. Never a good sign. He knew that much. It usually meant that his world, and the real world were being collided, it meant he was going straight back to the hell he referred to as Mad World. ..However he was unaware of his little 'guest'

The elevator opened and blood began to pour into the elevator from the area outside he was being pushed against the back of the elevator wall the sheer force was crushing Thorne and soaking him through and through. The bottom of the elevator broke out and he fell on story into the lobby, he then slid out of the blood waterfall and stumbled to escape the hotel. Pushing the door open he coughed forcing others blood from his lungs.

Thorne had fallen to his knees and raised his head to see a the skeleton of a bird pecking the ground trying to eat from a weed poking out of the cement but the weed had the blossom of a tongue. As the boned beak pecked a screaming sound came from the weed and Thorne fell backwards.

Unsure of what was going on or where he was he pull out his pistol and fired six shot tearing the weed apart and shattering the boned bird. His gun clicked, empty, he reloaded his last cartage looking up. Skeletons and people soaked with blood walked the streets, "I should have saved those bullets..."

The teen awoke, nothing more than a mere soul. In a world of nightmares. A world of terror. Children feared the dark, spiders, and sometimes even clowns. Some teenagers still feared the dark, but in a much stronger way. One never truly conquers fear. No matter if they believe they have the fear still remained, but rather or not that's what caused this place surprisingly was pretty slim.

The teen looked around, not again. He remembered this part of this world. This was one of the smaller places. More related to a place that might as well should have a sign on the outskirts that read: The Town Of The Dead: Enter And Your One Dumbass **** in bold letters. But beyond this mere town was so much more. Cities. Countys. States. Countries. Continents. The World..

The young boy jumped at the sound of a gun going of close by. Very close by. But who else would be here? He NEVER saw other people here before...

"Who the hell are you!!!" Thorne yelled pointing his gun at them, but that's when he realized they weren't walking the streets their feet were nailed to the streets and the ones with skin began to catch on fire if the light peaked through the clouds and broken buildings. These trapped corpses burned until their bonnet feet could slip out of the nails on the city streets and not a moment before.

As Thorne looked around and everything was an odd sense of familiar. This place was like a messed up chaotic mirror of the Seattle streets the detective had remembered. "I'm not really here, this is just a dream..." But the more Thorne looked around the more he realized he had stepped into a different world!

Sam stood all the way up and a skeleton threw his body towards Thorne and screamed! A single shot shattered the skull of the screamer and it's body collapsed and shattered on the pavement. He wanted to go back but a river of blood flowed strongly out of the hotel from the elevators waterfall. "I have to wake up," Thorne said hitting his gun to his head, "wake up, wake up, wake up!"

People didn't belong here. Supernatural, or even flat out human. Nobody belonged here, just some of us were forced here. This is what Aiden got little glimses of during the day and night back in reality. It was quite confusing, and horrifying. The young teenager sighed under his breath. He wanted to know who was here, and how they got here, and so, he made his ways off into the direction he had heard the gunshot go off. If he was mistaken and killed, he wouldn't mind, it would be better then the life he lived anyway. So he had nothing to lose.

After only mere minutes he stood in the middle of the street, looking into a short distance. Seeing a figure. No, a man. A familiar man...

The detective didn't see the boy as he took off running, "I have to get out of here!" Thorne sprinted down a back alley, the sound of bones crunching under his feet. He reached a park he somewhat recognized from the city but there were no trees just giant arms reaching out of the ground sores and boils on each one.

Thorne sprinted through the arm trees but they bent slamming the soil with their open palms trying to grab him he reached the center of the park and stopped. In front of him was a skinless dog just muscle barking at him. Bang! Bang! Two shots caused the beast to collapse, a noise behind him caused him to turn, "whose there!" The Detective only had fear in his heart pointing his gun at a familiar face, "it's, it's you!"