Chapter 1: Wrong time, right year

The wind blows with the summer trees as the children laugh with glee. The busy festival has begun. A month where the community of the town comes together to grill food, clean up the neighborhoods, and to bond together and grow better as a family. A young man slowly walked around the festival with his slick black hair and silver eyes along with his nearly perfect tan skin. He takes off his red jacket as he looks around the area and sees a nearby gym in the area. The smell of burnt wood, and charcoal washed away once the gym doors swung open, as the smell of sweat and dedication wrung up around the young man as he walked up toward one of the boxing rings as that’s where everyone was cheering.

On one side was a clearly older African American man, but on the other side was a young Native American man who looked to be in his late twenties. The younger man was Akin, an old friend of the young man as they fought fiercely. Akin swiftly dodged a powerful uppercut and landed a sharp jab to the stomach which sent the old man flying into the ropes. His body laid there on the old, sturdy ropes as the crowd cheered for Akin.


Suddenly Akin started shouting out like he was releasing some form of battle cry as he hopped, flipped, and skipped around with joy. Somebody from the crowd suddenly hopped into the ring shouting with joy along with him as they ran off to a nearby bench. That other person being Chloe, a young woman with black hair, and black void- like eyes. She was also an old friend, but is now the boyfriend of Akin. The young man sighed as he approached the young couple with slight dread on his face, as if he wasn’t prepared to meet them quite yet. “Well look at the young couple still simping after four years of ‘’trustful’’ romance.” The man said with a sarcastic tone as he gave the two a bland yet harsh look.


They gave the man a look before Akin stood up, still visibly exhausted from the fight from earlier, but he got up and got very close toward the young man’s face. “ Want to say that again Cas? You come back after four years, and think we soft now? Don’t make me put you in the dirt after all these years!” Akin shouted as veins were now visible on the side of his head as he began breathing heavily. Chloe stood up and got in between the two as she glared at the both of them. “Stop it you two! I don’t know what's gotten into the two of you, but you guys weren’t like this back then.” She stated as Akin smirked with this unexpected pressure coming from his focused gaze.


Before anyone could register all the commotion, there was a sudden loud bang that echoed in the gym. Everyone’s attention soon went towards the noise. Akin had punched Cas right in the jaw and had him on his legs with them both now being enraged. Cas launched his body onto him, as Akin began throwing multiple upper-jabs toward Cas’s stomach. Akin then shoved Cas off of him as his sighs grew into yells of rage. Akin then sucker punched Cass in the nose as it sent him stumbling into the table.


Suddenly, a group of men started pulling each other away. One of the men launched Cas out of the gym along with the rest of his stuff as he slammed the door behind him. Cas sighed as he rubbed his face and picked up his bags as he walked away with nothing gained and headed toward his destination with nothing but anger on his mind. The sky turned dark as he made it to a nearby cemetery as he got on his knees and closed his eyes, as he let out a deep sigh in front of the tombstone. The tombstone in front of him had the name Ren over it as Cas' voice shattered with sadness. He was friends with Ren before he was found dead near a cliff and was rumored to be on drugs as a direct cause of death. He sighed as he took out a slightly crushed white rose out of his bad and placed it in front of the tombstone before letting out a soft sigh, as he hugged the tombstone with nothing but tyranny.

He let go, and stood up gazing at the night sky as suddenly footsteps could be heard behind him. Cas turned to see a man in a suit in the darkness. He couldn’t see the face of the man, but could tell that it was a man due to his strong stature and posture. “ Listen hear old creep, if ya don’t leave I will have to call day light news for a Chris Hansen interview pal.” The man remained unfazed as an uncomfortable feeling started to ooze over Cas. Out of fear he reached into his pockets and pulled out some keys that came with his motorcycle he rented, and charged at the man jabbing him in his stomach. He fell down onto the ground as suddenly Cas was in shock. The man has a knife in his pocket, and is wearing a mask that reveals a twisted grin carved into it.

The mysterious man jumps and lunges at Cas as suddenly he starts running toward the town attempting to find some help. With the killer dashing at him with alarming speed

Chapter end