Shady Police department

[kitsuneflaw]

King pushed himself into the police department, covering his mouth with his sleeve as dust rose up from its undisturbed spot. He walked in and looked around, it was as if the entire place was not even touched for years. What exactly happened in this town?

Curious he slipped into the nearest filing room. Checking the cabinets he sighed. "No key, no way to open." He muttered and banged his fist on the top of the old cabinet. To his surprise the old locking mechanism just cracked and opened the top drawer. Smiling he picked a couple files at random.

He opened the first file, the dated paper making it hard to read, he sighed. The only things he could pick out were "Derrick Lapur." "Grand....Auto" and something that caught his eye that looked like a fraction of an interrogation. "The Sle...An. I couldn...Ee his Face. He wa....Thout a trace." Frustrated King just closed the file.

Flipping through the other files he didn't find anything of interest except for a single page that looked recent. An article that explained the disappearance of a group of children from the town but no one was suspected. "What the..?" He muttered as he shut the file. Holding them against his side he continued his search for light and protection.

As he looked he kept thinking of what he just read from the files. Images of that night when his home was destroyed flashed in his mind. A tall faceless man staring at him without eyes. A shiver sent through his entire body.

[kitsuneflaw]

Forcing the thoughts from his mind he started to walk around the other rooms of this abandoned police department. His mind fully set on the survival basics. Something for light, any weapons for hunting, and something to cook on. Hell, he'd even enjoy anything with short burst transmissions. To be able to communicate with Andrew or Crystal right now would be best. With a soft sigh the burnt man found a locked door.

Walking up to it he set his hand on the door, close to the hinges. They would possibly be weakened due to the age of them. Easy to break down. Leaning back just enough to shift his foot he kicked the door hard. The wood around the hinges splintered but the door didn't fall over like he planned. Quickly, he did it again, watching it as it fall into a dark room. No light seemed to flow into the room no matter what. An eerie unnatural darkness that seemed to only exist in this room.

"There's nothing like a sense of adventure..." He whispered to himself, taking the first step into the inky darkness. His body became chill in an instant. His breath the only thing visible as he continued his adventure into the dark unknown.

After a while not even the door was visible to him. Nothing but darkness and his breath was around him. The floor felt like it wasn't beneath him. Lightweight King tried to speak. But no words flowed from his lips. This was supernatural. It just had to be.

Time felt slowed, the darkness just eating him. He felt like a flickering and dying candle in the midst of winter. His life just fading from him in this instance. That's when things changed.

In a brilliant flash of bright light King found himself standing in a place he never wished to be again. The familiar room with computer parts scattered across the floor and tables, the many text books he used to read. The place of his memories, his home before becoming an exile.

So realistic, he stood watching himself in his old room. A younger and happier him at the time. Something he never noticed back then though, was a strange black figure looming over him. Studying him. A shiver was sent through his spine as he looked away, only to be face to face with the figure without a face. Letting out a scream of fear, he shut his eyes tight.

Weight returning he reopened his eyes. He was laying on his back staring up at a generator. An old and rusted machine. This would probably restore the power to parts of the city if not just the building he was in.