We both needed someone to talk to. I found his profile on Quick Adds and added him. He instantly added me back. 'There is always a reason for things to happen.' What was the reason for me to add him?

This story is based on a true one sided love story of a girl who newly joined an institution in San Francisco, her own city only. She fell in love with a boy named Kate who used to read in the same institution. There are five chapters in total- Stranger,That Day,Dilemma,Aiden Ivy took it all and Untold.
Hope you guys'll enjoy reading. Specially recommended for the Teenagers who face this kind of problems. But remember these all things are very much normal...each and everyone passes this stage of life.
So with this contrast I narrated a story of a 17years old girl named Hannah.
Thank you ❤️?

It all starts in the dark.
Secrets, lies, things we know we shouldn't be doing.  Yet we constantly hide a lot behind our own shadows. It's a foreplay to the sins yet to be committed.
What's hidden behind closed doors when nobody is watching.  What foul deeds are people getting up to.
And what wouldn't be taken lightly by those in the light. 
Those little secrets,  dirty little pleasures and hidden regrets. 
All of them are there, hiding in the dark where it all starts.
What's lurking in the dark?

A little girl wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming her head off. Her parents awoken by the gut-wrenching screams of their youngest daughter, rush to her aid.
"What's wrong sweetie",  her father asks as he embraces her and she shivers in his arms.
"I had a nightmare. There was a little boy lying on the road with blood pouring out everywhere.  He's cold and scared. His entire body broken and left in shivers by the night's cold air", the girl responds.
Her mother soon rubs her back, hoping to comfort her sweet baby girl.  "My sweet child. Was it one of your friends from school that was lying on the road in your dream", the mother asks her.
"No! I've never met the person in my entire life. The dream mama! It felt so real! I could feel the boy's pain. It felt like we were both dying", the girl responds.  The father looks at his wife, with concern written all over his face.  
He turns back to his daughter and tells her,  "I'm sure it was just a bad dream from having too much sugar before bed". 
The statement in itself is said in an underwhelming tone. Like a forced joke in a seemly serious situation.
"Why don't you come and sleep with us tonight sweetie", the mother suggests to her child. The child quietly nods her head. Her father picks her up, and they all head to the main bedroom.  They soon get comfy and embrace each other, drifting  off to sleep. 
It's a subtle peaceful night, but alas, possibly the last one they'll have together.
In a small quiet town, lives it's residents of peaceful people.  It's not a big town.  It's small enough for everyone there to know each other personally.  This town in question has never known a real tragedy or disaster.  
It's a simple town with simple problems.
On one particular day inside a small restaurant only dealing in serving breakfast and lunch meals, are it's usual customers.  
The humble old white man who has his daily coffee with the day's newspaper, is sitting by the counter.  The nurse from the local hospital comes in every day  to catch up on stories with her waitress friend. 
The young black guy, who comes in to watch the daily news with his scrambled eggs and toast, sits in the middle of the restaurant's seating. And of course the always quiet man with his scruffy beard and gritty look sits at the back, glancing through the widows.
The restaurant only has three official employees. A chef, waitress and teen who cleans the place up to make a quick buck.  Their boss hangs back in his office most of the time, and only leaves it when it's close to closing time.
The scene is quiet, peaceful and calm. Nothing much really happening.
But then a man appears out of nowhere and walks in through the restaurant doors.  He's wearing a red checkered shirt, tight blue jeans, red shoes, a black cap and a black coat hanging off his left arm. 
He takes a seat by the counter and rests his arms on it. He signals the waitress with a shadowy eye and she walks up to him asking; "what would you like".
"Coffee.  Black with no sugar please", the stranger orders.
She walks off to the coffee machine to make the order. As she does that, everyone else in the room just remains silent with their eyes completely stuck on this stranger.  The question ringing in their heads is; "who is this guy and where did he even come from".
A few minutes go by and a sheriff and his deputy walk into the restaurant.  The sheriff in front is a white man,  the father of the child who got up screaming.  His deputy is a black guy, and a rookie still learning the ropes of the job.
"Good morning Sheriff James and Deputy Tim", the waitress says to them both.  The sheriff takes off his hat and greets her,  "and good morning to you Miss Smit".
Afterwards he nudges his deputy and says to him, "where are your manners?  Greet the lady Tim". Tim quickly takes off his hat and greets the waitress. 
They all start chatting for a bit.
James notices the stranger by the corner of his eye, drinking his coffee.  He turns to him with a hand stretched out for a handshake.
"I've never seen you before. Are you new in town", James asks the stranger. The stranger takes another sip of his coffee and afterwards clears his throat.  "I'm just passing through just to site see and sort out some old business ", the stranger tells him. 
James pulls his hand back, as he can clearly tell the stranger has no interest in shaking his hand.
"Well I hope that old business of yours doesn't start up any trouble in our quiet little town", James says with a laugh.  
The stranger grins and awkwardly chuckles.
"Depends really. The people involved don't have to make a big deal for things not to go out of hand",  the stranger replies.  
Tim walks up to the stranger, and James exclaiming, "is this man giving you any trouble Sheriff".  
"Slow your role rookie. Having a hot head like that will just leave your burnt",  the stranger says to Tim.
Tim moves in, ready to charge at the stranger, but Sheriff James holds him back. "Easy there Tim, no need to cause a scene now", James tells him.
Tim blows hot air out of his nostrils and backs off.  "I think we got off on the wrong foot here. Let's start afresh. My name is Mike James",  Sheriff James announces as he gives another attempt at a  handshake.
The stranger looks him dead in the eye, "I know who you are. I've done my research before hand.  You're the new sheriff of this town", the stranger says to Mike. 
Mike looks at his deputy, slightly confused and equally concerned.  "I see",  Mike tells the stranger.
The stranger laughs, and takes another sip of his coffee.  Mike looks at his partner again and turns back to the stranger.  "Why don't you and I go for a little ride to the station to get better acquainted", Mike tells the stranger.  The stranger takes a last sip of his coffee and slams the mug hard onto the counter.  "Sure. Let's go", he says to Mike.
Mike looks at the stranger with a surprised look. "You're not going to ask me why or even throw some kind a fit",  he asks the stranger.  "Only if I'm guilty of something, which I'm clearly not. So let's go", the stranger replies.
Mike shrugs his shoulders and afterwards escorts the man to the Dodge Charger  parked up in front. Tim jumps in the passenger side and they head off to the station.
When they get there, Mike sits the stranger down by the waiting area near the reception area. "Wait here Sir. I just need to sort out some routine sheriff's business if you don't mind", Mike tells the stranger. 
"Don't blink. You don't want to miss a second of the show coming up", the stranger says with a smile. 
Mike just looks at him with a confused face and walks off to receptionist counter.  Mike starts to chat with the lady and gentleman standing there, while Tim stands near him.
After a while a cop walks into the station with a man in cuffs. The man is wearing an all black leather outfit with a vest jacket.  His entire body is painted with tattoos from head to toe, and he carries a smile as he walks in.
"I caught our buddy here starting up another fight at the bar five blocks up", the officer says as he pushes the tattooed man towards Mike. 
"What! I like to let me fists do the talking", the tattooed man states with a chuckle.  "You're always letting your fists do the talking Frank. Maybe you should give them a break", Mike exclaims. 
"Mama didn't raise no pushover", the tattooed man responds.
"You've become a part of the furniture in this station Frank", Tim adds on.  Frank starts to laugh, but is soon stopped when he catches a glimpse of the stranger sitting across the room staring him down.
"Who's the new guy? I've never seen him before" Frank asks Mike as he looks stares down the stranger. 
"Everyone seems to be wondering the same thing around here. I'm guessing some tourist, but you can never be sure these days", Mike responds.
Frank stares the stranger down a little more. The stranger gets up and starts walking up towards Frank. Mike places his hand on the stranger's chest as he comes closer, asking him, "now where are you heading to there buddy". 
A few officers quickly run up to the stranger, sensing something is about to go down.
The stranger, now looking directly at Frank's face, gives him another serious stare down. "What are you looking at. Never seen all of this pretty before from whatever rock you came from", Frank asks the stranger.
Mike stands in the middle of the stranger and Frank, trying to assess the whole situation.
"Okay now. Let's all take a minute to breathe and stop giving each other the stink eye.", Mike tells both of the men.
The stranger smirks, and lifts his finger. He touches the middle of Frank's forehead and afterwards walks off and takes his seat.  
"Well that wasn't weird at all", Frank exclaims in a sarcastic tone while looking at everyone else in the room.
Mike looks at the stranger now with his head hanging low. His gut tells him, "something is very wrong here".
Frank looks up to the policemen in front of him and asks them, "so are you guys going to let me go with another warning already"
But before anyone can answer, Frank starts coughing uncontrollably.
"Are you okay there Frank. Do you need a glass of water", Mike asks Frank.
But Frank is unable to answer, because his coughing gets worse. The officer behind him tries to pat his back to try and ease the coughing, but it only makes it worse.
Frank suddenly starts to shake uncontrollably. His shivers push the people around him away out of fear and concern.
Frank starts to scream in pain, his eyes turn pitch black. Afterwards his tattoos start to grow very dark. Frank falls to the ground screaming again in pain as he holds his head. 
The officers around him all go on their knees, trying to figure out what's happening and how to help Frank out.
Frank's flesh turns pale and dry, as his tattoos get even darker. His bones start to become visible through his pale and drying skin. His ribs become visible one by one, till his entire rib cage is out for display.
Frank lays flat on the ground. His mouth shoots wide open as you can hear a sort of last breath of life pour out of it. 
Everyone stares at Frank's none responsive body. "Frank! Are you okay", Mike asks as he moves closer
Then out of nowhere a black cloud of smoke starts to rise out of Frank's mouth.  The smoke turns out not to be just smoke, but rather it's tattoo ink. The ink rises out of Frank's mouth, painting the ceiling in it's black ink. The tattoos on Frank's body soon disappear as this is happening.
Frank lies on the floor, a pale white corpse, white as a canvas.
One of the officers turns away from the scene and vomits, while the others pull out their guns and point them at the stranger.
The stranger just sits by his seat and smiles sadistically.

A quiet peaceful town is soon thrown into disarray at the arrival of a mysterious figure, bringing a promise of 12 people dying at the cost of their sins.

Zhang Heng got out of bed as the day's first light poured into the room. He briefly cleaned himself up and went downstairs.
The sheriff arrived when he was having breakfast with Wendy. The white horse he rode on whinnied majestically, perfectly matching his uniform and the badge on his chest. He looked so good he had the female owner of the hotel stare at him twice.
"Would you like a cup of coffee, Sheriff?" Wendy asked.
"That would be perfect, dear madam." The sheriff smiled and dismounted his horse, "I will escort you two out of the river valley, where you are most likely to encounter ambushes. You will be much safer when you get to the plains. From there, you are on your own. "
"What a sweet man."
"If something bad happened to Matthew's in my territory, then I'm not qualified to become a sheriff here?" The sheriff gave Zhang Heng a nod, handed the reins to the hotel's handyman, and walked to the table. "It's a shame you have to leave so soon. We should go on a hunting trip together after you find your father."
"I like hunting. When I was a kid, I always followed my dad to the forest and watched him hunt for hares. However, he had never let me lay my hands on the gun," Wendy said.
"He is right, but I think we can make an exception this time. There are lots of prey around here." The sheriff blinked at Wendy.
"Are there wolves and bears too?!" Wendy asked excitedly.
"Haha, those are rare. Most have been killed by the Indians who lived nearby earlier."
"It's a pity. I haven't seen a bear before."
The sheriff took the cup of coffee handed to him personally by the female boss. "Thank you."
"I don't know, just want to see it."
"There will be opportunities; there will always be opportunities."
...
Thus, the three chatted while eating breakfast. The atmosphere was light and hearty—the sheriff was the kind of person who knew how to create the right atmosphere at the right time. In his own words, he was supposedly good at charming girls when he was young. That was why he knew the perfect conversation to be cozy up to a girl like Wendy.
He even managed to convince Wendy that it would be better to join her on the quest to search for her father. She dismissed this idea, though. As she had said, her father had been missing for a while. She could not afford to wait any longer.
"Sheriff, I think it's time we depart from here."
The sheriff then patted her head, "Oh, sorry. I'm getting old, and I'm getting chattier. I hope I didn't bore you."
"You are the funniest and heartiest person that I have ever met! It has been a great pleasure chatting with you, but I'm afraid I have more important matters to attend to."
"Of course. I'm ready. We can set off now," the sheriff said.
"That couldn't be better."
"I will be waiting for you outside." The sheriff smiled at Wendy again, got up, and walked outside the door.
At the same time, Wendy had also finished her breakfast and was about to get up. But the next moment, something touched her thigh.
Wendy lowered her head and saw Zhang Heng handing something to her from under the table. She was taken aback.
"Take it. I hope we won't get to use it later."
Wendy had a lot of questions to ask. However, when she took the thing from Zhang Heng, he had already stood up from where he sat and said to the sheriff, "Is that a Kentucky horse?"
"No, Snowflake is an Arabian horse," the sheriff proudly replied. "It can run real fast, and there are hardly any horses in the plains that can catch up with it."
"It seems I have much to study about horses," Zhang Heng said. His body happened to block Wendy, who was behind the table, and she quickly hid the object in her clothes as soon as possible.
Then the three of them got on their horses and walked out of Glen Town. The sheriff was still talking and laughing along the way, but Wendy's mind seemed absent, thinking about the object Zhang Heng handed to her.
In an attempt to take her off the focal point of attention, Zhang Heng took over the conversation and started to chat with the sheriff. He took the opportunity to ask the sheriff about the culture around here, to which the sheriff also asked Zhang Heng to taste his chewing tobacco.
Following his instruction, Zhang Heng first placed the shredded tobacco between his jaw and his teeth. After a few seconds, a pungent smell filled his mouth and pierced his throat. Although the shredded tobacco had been blended with spices, Zhang Heng still found it was hard to accept the peculiar taste.
It was said that chewing tobacco had become so popular in the United States because of the pioneering period. The wind and bumpy ride proved it difficult for cowboys to light up their cigarettes while they were on their horses, and they put tobacco in their mouths instead when they craved a smoke. If they spat from time to time, they could smoke while working, convenient and easy.
However, crewing tobacco directly would cause the mouth to stimulate more saliva than an ordinary cigarette. Besides, there were not a lot of places for smokers to spit in modern society. Hence, chewing tobacco gradually died off from the market.
Zhang Heng tasted it and spat out the tobacco.
"It's a pity," the sheriff said, "you speak English, and I heard that you have good marksmanship. If you want to make it in the wild West, you have to act more like a westerner."
"I do still have a lot of things to learn."
"Don't worry. Take your time." The sheriff patted on Zhang Heng's shoulder as a sign of encouragement.
The three people then rode towards the entrance of the river valley. It had technically been a river valley tens of thousands of years ago. Now there was no water here, but the rock walls on both sides remained. It was indeed easy to set up an ambush at this place.
"Let's go." The sheriff took the lead and walked in the forefront position, followed by Wendy, and Zhang Heng.
As soon as the three of them walked far enough, the sheriff said to Wendy, "I have to apologize."
"Apologize for what?"
"I lied to you before. I couldn't leave you alone and allow you to follow a random stranger." The sheriff pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and turned around. "It's simply too dangerous!"
"You have attempted to stop me from finding my father again and again. Is it for my safety or to cover up the truth behind my father's disappearance?" Wendy confronted him.
"Things... are always complicated." The sheriff sighed, "Maybe I will explain to you again when I have the opportunity, but for now, you should say goodbye to Mr. Zhang. Then I'll go home. I promise that I will help you find your father later. Although it's always hard to wait, it is at times the most effective way to solve a problem."
"Really, how are you going to send me home? With all due respect, sir, even if you are twenty years younger, you are no match for Mr. Zhang," Wendy said.
"Maybe." The sheriff did not argue with her, "Fortunately, I still have helpers."
Two people with rifles appeared on both sides of the rock walls after he finished talking.
"It's an honor to introduce you to the Deputy Sheriff of Glen Town, Joseph, and his brother, Jonathan."


Growing up with eccentric materialistic parents who left him in the care of his grandfather for a job overseas, Zhang Heng had learned to adapt and be unfettered by the oddities and challenges in life. But he would soon learn the baffling truth about the world he thought he knew when one day at midnight time froze and he found himself in a world so quiet and still it was deafening. That night, he discovered that he had 24 hours more than everybody else and thus, marked the beginning of his adventures. The mysteries surrounding his newfound ability only deepened when a strange old man claimed to have given Zhang Heng that ‘gift of time’ and recruited the young man to participate in a cryptic ‘life-changing’ game on his behalf. Little did Zhang Heng know that accepting those terms meant embroiling himself in many versions of reality and exposing himself to the hidden secrets of the world—a decision he could never undo.

Zheng Tan climbed up the tree to look for the source of the voices he heard.
It wasn’t long before he understood roughly that a real-life episode of those soap operas Mama Jiao loved so much was playing out in the open. The only difference was that the woman did not cry.
Zheng Tan lost interest. The bored parrot could watch it by himself, at least it would keep him busy so he couldn’t bother Zheng Tan. For that reason alone, Zheng Tan hoped whoever was putting on the “show” would have enough problems so they could air it here for the whole day. Maybe even turn it into a series.
 
It wasn’t a kind thought. But then again, Zheng Tan was not kind. He had turned his back on the idea of morals and shame for as long as he could remember. He left those useless things forgotten as long as his self-interests were not harmed.
 
Under the tree, Fatty was curled up in a comfortable position looking like he was falling asleep.  Sheriff and Tiger were gone, but Zheng Tan assumed they wandered off somewhere to play.
There were only a few places around here that cats frequented. Zheng Tan wasn’t worried about losing the two.
 
He brushed Fatty with his tail to motion him to follow. The guy seemed to lack sleep 24/7. At first, Zheng Tan thought it was because he used his brain too much. Later, he realized Fatty was like this even when he did nothing. It was hard to imagine that a sleepy chubby cat was a specialist of Morse code.
‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’ applied to cats as well.
 
There was a small supermarket called "Dongyuan supermarket" near the residential quarters. Recently, the place was undergoing some renovations. Heaps of gravel were left near the back door. Even better, the workers were taking a day off today.
Sure enough, Zheng Tan found Tiger squatting on a pile of gravel at the back door. He had a solemn look on his face while he took a dump. Afterwards, he covered up the evidence with some sand, jumped off the gravel, shook his fur and left as if nothing had happened.
 
Tiger did, in fact, stop peeing everywhere after his surgery, but he was still him. Now he was causing trouble in a different way.
Zheng Tan wondered how the workers would react when they found the cat poop tomorrow. Worse yet, if they didn’t find it and it ended up on the wall of the supermarket.
Zheng Tan decided he would strangle Tiger if he became the owner of the place.
 
There was a big patch of grass near the supermarket. Zheng Tan and co. did not go there normally. There were always hordes of people, both adults and kids, there. It was just a breeding ground for trouble. Young kids who didn’t yet know better were the arch enemies of cats. They couldn’t fight back when the children grabbed their tails or played too rough. Even when the children were at fault, the cats were punished.
 
So, for the most part, the four musketeers played in the woods.
Tiger was scratching trees. He would do his work on one and move on to the next. Sheriff was looking for insects to snack on. As for Fatty, his front paws were tucked under him, making him look like a meatloaf, and he was resting, completely uninterested in anything.
Zheng Tan looked around to check for people. When he saw no one, he found a spot under the sun and settled down.
The wind brought the sweet scent of may flowers. Apart from the occasional sound of cat claws, the hustle and bustle from the lawn did not affect the peace and quiet of the woods.  
The warm afternoon sunshine was starting to make Zheng Tan drowsy.
 
Suddenly, there was a strange cry, similar to the cry of a bird but not quite it. It was the first time Zheng Tan had heard such a sound.
He opened his eyes. Tiger was standing at the source of the sound, holding up a front paw, turning his head left and right, as if deciding where to strike.
Sheriff heard the sound too and rushed towards that direction. The next minute, a fur ball appeared out of the bushes.
A guinea pig?
This one was a bit different from the usual guinea pigs. Its hair was relatively long and had a long strand of white fur dangling down from the top of its head like bangs. Compared to the guinea pigs locked in cages all day that Zheng Tan had seen before, this one moved a lot faster.
It was, however, no match for two energetic cats.
 
Sheriff and Tiger blocked the guinea pig from two sides to corner it between them. Whenever it tried to run away, they would force it back in place.
Zheng Tan considered it, then stopped the two just when they were about to feast. Most of the guinea pigs on campus were pets. They weren’t like rats and could not be treated as such. Not to mention this one seemed to be special.
Zheng Tan observed that its fur was very clean and carefully combed. It was obviously very dear to its owner. There was no guarantee that they wouldn’t leave a trace after eating it. If the owner found out, trouble, no, big trouble was ensured to take place.
The guinea pig did not take the chance to run away when Zheng Tan stopped Tiger. Instead, it looked cautiously around, then inched towards Zheng Tan.
 
Did it know he wouldn’t eat it?
Have to admit, animals sometimes have surprisingly accurate sixth senses.
Zheng Tan wagged his tail while walking away from the guinea pig, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone. A stranger.
 
If it was just a stranger, he wouldn’t be this shocked. But, this stranger managed to come this close without four cats noticing. They had no idea how long he was there for or if he was hiding close by.
Zheng Tan’ s eyes fell on the guy’s hand. His palm was faced inwards and his right hand was hidden partially by his body.
When their eyes crossed, Zheng Tan was suddenly reminded of the look Papa Jiao had when he was killing mice in the lab that night. Papa Jiao had that look only when dealing with lab rats. This man, though…This man sent chills down Zheng Tan’s spine. Something told him, this man killed more than lab rats.
Tiger jumped when spotting the intruder too. However, he cared more about the fur ball beside Zheng Tan. He raised his paw attempting to have another go at it.
Zheng Tan couldn’t help but give Tiger a hard slap. Couldn’t this idiot tell there was a dangerous person around?
 
Zheng Tan didn’t let the guy out of his sights even when dealing with Tiger. This guy felt too threatening. He and his buddies were like the lab rats from the other night. They were somehow pinned down, unable to move and helplessly waiting to have their necks broken.
 
Fatty was no longer lying in the grass. He jumped up, arched his back and pulled back his ears. All his fur were standing on end. He no longer had his usual sleepy look but was staring at the intruder fiercely while hissing out his warning. This was the first time Zheng Tan had ever seen him like this.
 
The other two realized something was wrong when they saw Zheng Tan and Fatty. They too now looked alert. Although they were a bit off-putting at times, Tiger and Sheriff did not run away when it mattered. That was loyalty right there.
In fact, Sheriff was prepared to run away, but when he found the others standing still, he immediately turned around and stiffened up like his buddies.
 
What should we do?
Zheng Tan was furiously racking his brain for solutions.
Immediately escaping would be one of the better ways. It was also the most common. But Zheng Tan was not sure they could escape in one piece. The guy was still looking at them; it was as if any move could set him off. His half hidden hand worried Zheng Tan greatly.
 
The two sides stood in confrontation for two minutes. Then, the man laughed. The atmosphere seemed to loosen with his laughter. The man shook his arm then raised both hands and said, "Here kitties. I mean you no harm. I just came to look for my pet.”
The man pointed guinea pig hiding behind Zheng Tan. The guinea pig did not play along. It scooched closer to Zheng Tan as if hiding from the guy.
Zheng Tan let out a sigh of relief, but he did not dare to completely relax. He felt that the stranger had something in his hand, perhaps a blade or something else, that he hid when he shook his hand.
Who was this man? Zheng Tan thought.
"Chestnuts, come. Hurry. Your owner would be worried." The man called out to the guinea pig huddled behind Zheng Tan.
The pig did not budge, or even let out a squeak.
"Oh Chestnut-" the man squatted down and summoned the stubborn fur ball again.
Zheng Tan cursed the thing. He moved over, exposing the guinea pig. He didn’t want to put his little group in danger because of this thing.
Seeing that it still wasn’t moving, Zheng Tan nudged it forward with his tail. ‘Just go away for god’s sake!’ he thought.
Finally, it reluctantly and begrudgingly went over to the guy. Thankfully, he did not stay after he snatched up his pet.
Zheng Tan held his breath until the guy was completely out of sight. He made a mental note to avoid this area from now on.
On the other hand, the guy, who was just treated to a stand-off by cats, ignored the protesting sound of the guinea pig in his arms. He looked back into the woods as he walked. He couldn’t help but feel that the two cats he saw in there were very special ... ... especially the black one.
 


Zheng Tan returned to 2003 in the form of a black cat. He was found by the Jiao family and named 'Charcoal'. The mind of a twenty-years-old man trapped in the body of the cat, challenges and adventures were just getting started.

Sofia continues,"We are here to investigate this little wicked town. In fact, I need to have a conversation with Sheriff Jack Philson while my assistant will investigate Hannah Ford body in mortuary."
                  He was shocked, picks up his phone, calls Sheriff Jack. The phone rings, and he picks it up, "This is Sheriff Jack speaking." He replies, "Well, Mr. Jack, this is Mayor William speaking. As we have been informed, the FBI team is here. You need to be reported back to your department." He smiles, "Sir, I'm really sorry but we're in Brown's house as someone has lit their house to ground." Mayor was shocked, "What the hell?" Sofia notes him down, "What is it, Mayor William?" He holds up, "Well, Mr. Brown's house in fire and it's full of ash."
                    She says, "Maybe, I'll meet him there…" Towards me, "Well, Sachin, report to mortuary and find something juicy for me. While, I'll be back to our office by midnight." I picked up my waist coat, walked down half a mile to the mortuary for some intersecting fact. Whereas, Sofia Rose started the engines, hustles forward to the crime scene, Mr. Brown's house.
                    Sheriff Jack welcomes Sofia, "Well, I'm Sheriff Jack and this town is really wicked." He gives tour around the house, "Until now, the house is burnt to ground and nothing is left except the traces or footprint of the person who burnt it to ground. It was completely soaked with ethanol and kerosene. While, the interesting fact to note, he has forgotten to burn down the basement as he leaves an important note. Yep, the place is filled with cobwebs and rats and stinks bad. We didn't investigate it as it was stinking bad with methane gas."
                        She smiles, "You should've investigated the basement at first and later the beautiful garden." Something feels bad for her about the basement, "Well, I do agree as it is dark but we'll not leave any piece of evidence to be hidden. Call back the deputy and let's find the interesting things in the basement. By the way, dig the place where he left the footprints and report me about it." He agreed and calls the deputy to help Sofia and sends the footprints to forensic lab. When Sofia and I left the Mayor office, he calls someone in his phone and speaks with the stranger, maybe business…
Whereas, I was looking for interesting fact about Hannah Ford in mortuary. Dr. Thomas line says, "Sir, we've detected everything but it was so similar to note that there is something interesting to note. The marks or bite marks is obviously the teeth of canine and I'm a go to Siberian Husky. He/she may have tortured her with the pet. Also, it is unsure that the liquid she has consumed has a drug called Heplamine Toxin, a drug which makes the body to feel free from her soul. It relaxes her brain. By the way, we've found some blood stain but it was the blood of her. We've also found a hair, which was not investigated…" I thought, 'it's interesting to note' "…by the way, sir. We need to cremate the body for final rites as her family has appealed for burial of her."
                                      I replied, "Let it be. Cremate her for her last ritual rites. Finally, I need the blood samples, the dress which was filled with blood stains, a sample of her brain tissue, the hair sample, her mortuary report and also her brain. I need it now for further investigation report." He agreed and it was prepared for me. I took a cab, back to my office. While, the investigation team was back in the basement. They cleansed cobweb and spiders and lit a spark of brightness to the basement. As brightness reaches out, the basement was fully filled with boxes and inside the boxes were the rum bottles, fully sealed down with a mark of business.
                    Suddenly, one of the deputy screams in fear for opening one of the boxes. Sofia and Sheriff Jack hustles to the scene and they were shocked to see it. The box was sealed down with jars, which contains organs of human body, an unknown body stored and sealed with liquid              . It was also freezed for a fresh start. The box was marked with a seal of Brown Industries. Lately, they found 25 boxes filled with jars of organs, was ready to be exported to other countries for business.
              She said, "We need to raid this place again and in fact we should investigate Lewis Brown for illegal sales of human organs." Sheriff replied, "You're right, ma'am. I'll file a petition to the Trevewood Court to rule justice to Hannah Ford and also a life time imprisonment to Lewis Brown." She smiles, "Don't be stupid. We need to confirm these jars and by the way, lead me a visit to Lewis Brown." He smiles, "You're really cunning and I think you're planning for something." "Well, I should go and investigate the conclusion of Sachin and by the way you're right" replied Sofia Rose.
                        Back in the office, I placed the strand of hair in the DNA- testing machine to get a perfect shot of DNA. While, the machine will take 12 hours for complete updates, I took the blood samples as reported by the town and also the mortuary report. The blood seems 'AB Positive' and the mortuary report claims the truth.
                      The office's doorbell rings, and I walk forward towards the door. The knocking of the door continues, I said, "Password to enter." "Operation: Trevewood" answered Sofia. I opened the door and it was Sofia Rose, who looks weary and tensed for this complicated case. I said, "May I get a cup of hot chocolate coffee to you." She agreed, "Well, how's the investigation going on?" I went to the kitchen, serving the cup of hot chocolate coffee to Sofia, "Well, it's really interesting. I placed a strand of hair in DNA testing machine. Also, I installed Haematology Analysers for blood testing. The report submitted to police department is true and the victim contains AB Positive blood type."
                        "That really seems interesting. We'll finish the job as quickly as we investigate every inch of this town" smiled Sofia. We laughed, had little conversation and slept in our room. It was almost 2am in the silent town of Trevewood. My phone rings and it was an unknown caller ID. I picked it up, "Who's this speaking?" His voice was distorted, obviously some kind of deep, infrared voice, "Well, don't you remember this little town. Your favourite place is to visit Hudson River with you friends and especially your special one." I shouted, "Who're you and why do you suggest me?" He laughed maniacally, "I am the one who killed Hannah Ford. Yes, I am the one who started this little business called 'ORGAN DONOR' to help the one who've lost their organ."
                I smiled, "You call yourself as a killer and now you're calling yourself as an organ donor to the world. Listen, wherever you're, I'll find you and kill you." The phone cuts off with a beep. Sofia Rose wakes up, lits the night light, "Who's it?" I stammered, "Nobody, it's some prank call who claims himself as a killer and organ donor to the world. He knows me and my whole detail." She smiled, "Let's trace him and kill him to ground." I replied, "I've done it. It was untraceable. The signal points somewhere in the midst of Chile." "Really? He's really intelligent...um, sorry...he's genius."  She turned off the light, "Well, sleep well. We've had complicated case to deal with. Tomorrow, let's investigate Lewis Brown." I smiled, "That's great. Well, good night and sweet dreams."
                  Whereas, Steve Anderson, boyfriend of Late. Hannah Ford was depressed. He cannot sleep as the sadness and agony grasps his heart. He tries some technique to sleep but it worsening. He keeps on thinking of her and his memories was far better but it was worsening his anger. He was curious to know the cold-serial killer. His mind was deeply disturbed from her death. Thus, he got up, loosened himself, walks slowly towards the door. He knew that his parents are sleeping soundly in their room and it's almost 3 am. He walks silently, without a sound of needle, opens it and goes out. Finally, he felt some fresh air which was surprising for him.
                  He felt happiness in his heart when he was outside his house. Then, he starts breaking down his legs, I mean, jogging to the streets. While, passing Hannah's house, he feels depressed but he starts listening to music. But it was obvious that one of his memories triggered in his mind when he was passing her house. To mention not the situation of her house was deeply tragic. The house seems sad, shattered in means of tragic loss.
                    He was halfway to Trevewood High School, and another memory triggers his mind; how he, Hannah and his friends used to plan for high school musical. But, not to be depressed, keeps moving up, but he heard some kind of weird sound behind the school. He pulls out the earphone, stops the music, loosens his bolts and breaks in the school like a burglar. The interesting thing to note is that the school alarm didn't triggered and he was surprised.
                    As he was walking slowly, towards the library, he heard a metal sound which was clanging here and there, obviously it was echo. He was not afraid as he is strong but deep inside his heart was a word, 'Fear'. He hustles to the way where he heard the sound but there was no one except a test tube lying down on the ground. When he bent down, took the test tube in his hand, someone behind him, swinged the metal to his head but he escaped. He got up, starts running towards the door and finally the school alarm triggered.
                  Lights turned out in every house, unfortunately Steve who couldn't make it, felt right under the trap. Police arrived at the right time, Sheriff Jack was under the watch, as he was there at the right time. He handcuffs him and takes him to the station. The message was triggered to us. We woke up, packed ourself with things which is necessary. We reached the station, and of course we were shocked to see a teenager.
              Steve shouts, "Look, I'm not the one for the rightful cause of school. Well, there was someone in the school." "He keeps on saying the same thing when I asked the reason?" replied Sheriff Jack Philson. Sofie walks forward towards him, "Well, are you sure that you've seen someone…" Suddenly, his parents make a scene along with a lawyer. The lawyer said, "I'm rightful attorney to your victim. Release him." Sofia smiles, "We can't release him. We need to interrogate him with few questions and we'll release him." "No, that cannot happen. Release him or we'll call the Mayor" replied his parents. We laughed, "Well, you can do try-outs. To be honest we're FBI agents sent by US Government to solve the mystery in this wicked town." Lawyer stammered, "Well, we're sorry for disrespect." I smiled, "No, we don't feel it. I'm going to charge you with one of the finest methods like execution due to suspicion…" "Stop it, Sachin…sorry he always makes up the old jokes. I'm Sofia Rose, lead officer of FBI team to lead this case and this is Sachin Anthony, asst. FBI agent of this case."
         David replied, "Well, we're sorry but can you please interrogate him tomorrow. It's already 4am." Sofia smiled, "Yep, but I need to ask him just a single question." "Parents of Steve, please wait up in the reception" replied Sheriff Jack. Steve followed us to the interrogation room. We closed the door, and we put forth the question, "Listen, Steve, we knew your feelings to Hannah. We knew everything, the reason why you can't sleep and took off a break to bring back your memories. To be honest, you're boyfriend to her. Am I right?" said Sofia.
                    He was surprised, "Absolutely, you're right. Well, I end up to high school. I heard weird sound and broke in the school but the alarm never triggered. I was surprised as when we used to break-in in our days, someday it'll trigger out and we're caught for it. But today I was really amazed. Then, I walked slowly toward the library where I heard a metal sound. But it was test tube, broken down to the ground. When I went to pick it up, someone swinged the cross bar to my head but it was slipped and I ran for my life. While running, towards the door, the alarm triggered and here I am."
                  I noted down every point from the starting scene to the end. Then, I put forth the question, "Did you see him?" He replied, "Nope. It was too dark but he was dressed exactly to the very scene of the room. It really does match the room."
                    We got up, left the interrogation room and bid farewell to him. He returned to his parents, left the place. We felt something weird when we heard him say, 'it really does match the room'. We also bid farewell to Sheriff Jack and made our way to office. While, we moved on, Sheriff Jack Philson picks up his phone, and starts speaking with a stranger, obviously it maybe a business or murder….

A fine celebration; great awe and surprises, gifts in every house where every family were celebrating Christmas. A day so called a celebration of surprises and entertainment. A noisy night, celebration night to Trevewood Town. Everyone loves this town especially when it is summer or winter
       After huge celebration, the night leads to a beautiful sunrise to the beautiful town. Before sunrise, the newspaper boy goes to every house to place the newspaper. This time, he placed the newspaper along with a CD tied with it. Everyone thought, as it is a video of celebration in Trevewood. 
                      Everyone loaded the CD and the town was shocked to see the suspense of it. The town was shook to grave as the video contains the murder of unknown girl while the town was celebrating Christmas. The questions remains same as who killed Hannah Ford?

15 years later, in a town called Dion, it lied in front of a mountain that the people new and Mount Olympus. *BANG* A loud noise echoed through the mountains as we see smoke coming up from the barrel of black, 45cal, 6 shooter revolver, and in front of it was a man needing out on the dirt dead. "Anyone else wants to try and take me down." Said the sheriff of this town, she goes by the name, Melinoe. " Good, now then, take this poor bastard as an example of why you should never challenge me, got that!" She yelled with furry in her voice. A couple of days later, at 11:45am, A strange looking man walk into town, he had purple hair reaching down to the bottom of his neck, he was wearing a black cowboy hat on with bullets around it, he had black leather boots with a red design on them, his paints where blue and so was his goggles. He also had on a purple shirt, and neckerchief. He also was wearing a thin, brown leather duster. He was about 6 foot, and was a little chubby but yet still looked slim. But the most interesting thing he was wearing was a gun belt, and in it was a white revolver. "So, Who the hell are you?" Said the sheriff with excitement in her voice. "I mean, this is my town, and I like to keep track of all the people that go through." "Don't worry." Said the stranger, "I won't be here for lo-." *BANG* the sheriff fired her gun, blowing off the strangers hat.  "You didn't yet me finish." She said with anger in her voice. " I like to keep track of all the people that come through, so if anybody ask what happens to them, they'll know who killed them.  Now then, show me what you got."  The sheriff took her position as she loaded her gun. "Well, it doesn't look like I got a choice." Said the stranger, taking his position, about 40ft way from Melinoe. "You still haven't given me your name!"  Yells Melinoe to the stranger.  "My name, my name is Sparrow." Yelled out the stranger to the sheriff. " And yours."  "Melinoe, remember it when they asked how you died in hell."  As they took their positions, a local yelled out " listen here!  It's currently 11:59, in one minute when the clock tower strikes noon, and rings it's 12th time, that is when you draw your guns!" The two nodes, and waited for the 12th ring. Soon the first ring came along, then the second, then the third, the sooner or later, the tenth ring struck, as they stood there, their fingers where twitching. Then, the 12th ring came out of nowhere, they both yelled out the same thing, "DRAW!"  They both drew their guns, but Melinoe was too fast, and shot Sparrows gun right out of his hand. "HAHAHA!" Laughs Melinoe.  "THIS GUY HAD A 22 AND STILL COULDN'T SHOOT FASTER THAN ME!" As Melinoe laughed, she herd a bang, followed by a sharp pain in her right shoulder. "Wh-what." She was so confused, but then she looked up at Sparrow and saw him holding a gun in his left hand.  "B-but I shot t-that-." Before she could finish her sentence, she looked over on the ground and saw the gun she shot out of Sparrows hand, it was white. She looked back at Sparrow and saw the gun he was holding was black. Then Sparrow took off his goggles to reveal his eyes, they were bright orange, almost looked like they were on fire.  The Melinoe  realized, that this was no ordinary kid.  "It can't be, your the son of the fiery god Ha-."  Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a burning pain in her shoulder, she grabs the place wher she got shot to see how badly it was bleeding, but when she took her hand off, their was no blood, not even a wound. Slowly the burning pain grew worse and worse, until she finally passed out from the pain. As Sparrow goes and picks up his white gun, he hearse someone yell out " THAT'S THE END FOKES, THE WINNER IS SPARROW!"

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