Prolouge || The Incident

" Sam, I need help over here! " A man shouted from the second floor of the house.

" I'm coming " another man shouted, going up the stairs, seeming to have urgency in every step.

" Sorry miss, as I was saying " The woman's face seemed to turn significantly more sour as she began to read out what was on her small piece of lined paper " What specifically did you smell? "

The woman stood, her son to one side, slowly caressing his head as he latched onto her leg in response to her comforting pats " I smelt something fruity in my daughters room. After I came back from work I usually go into my children's room to see of their home- my son wasn't, but I knew my son wasn't because his dad had been late to pick him up from kindergarden. As for my daughter- well she's capable of getting herself home. "

" And may I ask her age? " The woman asked.

" Thirteen mam, she's thirteen " The mother replied.

" And your son? " She looked down at him and then back at her paper.

" four, turning five in a few months " She answered.

" hmm. " from what the mother could hear, the woman was scribbling some things down staring at the lined piece of paper intently.

" Okay, so what made you call us? " The woman asked.

" well its been a few days since I've seen my daughter, I don't know why she isn't home or hasn't come back yet. I've tried calling her, but her phones doesn't seem to be in service, and the last time I saw her was three nights ago when I smelt that fruity smell from her room. I've asked the neighbours, her friends and even some of her teachers- they all say she came back home that day but she isn't here- I wanted to wait to call you guys and as of today it will have been three days. " The mother explained in great detail.

" Thank you mi- " She was promptly cut off by the mum.

" oh wait, I also wanted to say- for some reason since that day the fruity smell slowly began to grow, we can now smell it from half way down the stairs. It seems to be getting stronger every day, but again I wouldn't know why- "

" Thank you miss. " The woman got to finish, swiftly putting her notepad in her pocket " we'll be in touch- "

Right after the woman had stopped speaking one of the men from upstairs had now been coming towards the trio, a look of ambiguity on his face " I'm sorry. " He didn't seem to look in any particular direction but his face stayed strong, whispering something to the inspector- then looking the mother directly in the eyes.

" I see. " She said simply.

" Miss can you come up stairs with me? " The man asked, with the same look on his face.

The mother looked at the person standing Infront of her confused yet yielding, she looked down at her son caressing his cheek lovingly " I'm going up stairs, stay down here with miss. inspector while I'm gone. " She kissed his forehead and smiled down at him " I love you. " and with that she left walking upstairs with the man.

Though the son couldn't help but be restless, he crawled his way onto the sofa- kicking and jumping his little legs to get on and sit comfortably to wait for his mum. The boy, though four years old, understood the situation well enough to know he needed to stay downstairs- or at least knew he needed to be patient enough to wait until the men had come back down, but being the four year old he had to occupy himself somehow.

In response to the long wait for his mum his eyes immediately darted toward the inspector, the way her mouth opened with a sigh and the way she ripped the papers she had just flipped through from her notebook made him feel some sort of way. It wasn't necessarily the fact shed almost completely discarded what was the only leads to finding his sister- it was the look on her face just before the ear piercing scream had ripped through the air.

Just like that the son had looked straight to the stairs and without saying anything, struggled off the sofa and waddled to the stairs. The inspector only watched the boy struggle to climb the stairs, not helping him achieve his goal, but also not interfering in a way that could mean he doesn't get to see what he needs to see.

Once up the stairs the little boy stumbled, promptly getting up once again to walk the fastest he could, with his little nubby feet toward the sound of a sobbing woman and her devested figure.

" Momma! " He shouted, yet his small yelp couldn't be heard within the over powering sound of a grieving mother.

So once he got to his mother, still grieving and crying into her hands, the son took it upon himself to look into his sisters room- by which the sight he saw was more then just horrid.

His sister laid between under floor boards and the actual floor, her arms being pulled delicately by the two men with black gloves. She seemed discoloured, almost zombie like with her pale white finger tips and unkept yellowish finger nails, her hair was unkept too- being under the floor boards for an extended amount of time definitely made her hair look rotten with age. Then the smell. . . The smell in the air, that of death- were laced thickly within not only the floor boards she had come from, but the walls and objects in her room- since it had basically been marinating in the stench of his sisters composing body there was no other way to describe the smell, but rotten.

To this, the young boy didn't know how to react. He hadn't seen anything like this before and for it to come directly to him so early in life- was something even the complicated, far reaching and developing human brain couldn't understand- so all he did was stare. Stare in silence.

But inside. Inside his stomach was churning, the nasty smell of his sisters body protruded in through his nostrils and circulated through his body.

Continuously his body said no- sending signals to his brain to send a gag reflex so as to get ride of the smell, but as the his brain hadn't processed the best way to deal with the situation the two colliding signals override each other leading to the men's concerned looks.

" Sam, quick catch him! "

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" Sometimes in Tragedy we find our Life's Purpose "