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[INDENT][INDENT]Slowly opening the mailbox, Adrian Moretz reached inside reluctantly as his hand took a hold of a small pile of envelopes. A heavy sigh left his chest as he pulled them out, the emblazoned red letters of 'Past Due' staring up at him as he shuffled through each envelope. A crushing weight sat on his chest as he turned to go inside, slowly opening the front door of the aged Victorian home. The land the house sat on had been in Faulkner's family for generations, dating back to the 1700's. Before that, the land had been used in the Salem Witch Trials, many men and women having lost their lives on these very grounds. It was this tidbit of history that had allowed Adrian and Miranda to purchase the house at a reasonable price. The locals swore up and down that the land and house were haunted, the urban legend scaring away more than one potential buyer, at least until the Moretz's came along. 

Desperate, with a baby on the way, the couple couldn't be deterred by myths and legends when they were rapidly outgrowing their current housing arrangement. Seeing the price, it was only a matter of days before they submitted an offer which was just as quickly accepted. Believing things had finally turned around for them, the Moretz's moved into their new home and prepared for the arrival of their son.

When the baby arrived, every possible thing that could go wrong seemed to do so. The baby was born very premature, leaving the Moretz's with a stack of hospital bills well beyond what they could afford. This was followed by Miranda's own complications as she became afflicted with postpartum depression, distancing herself from both the baby and her husband. Losing his job was only the latest development in the spiraling tale of the Moretz's. 

Walking back inside the door, Adrian rubbed a hand against his forehead in frustration as the sounds of the baby crying echoed through the house. In between wails came the sobs of his wife as she tried her best to put the child down for the night. Suddenly there was a loud 'THUD' followed by silence. Pausing as the worst possible scenarios ran through his mind, Adrian turned and took a step towards the stairs. The silence was broken by Miranda's sobs escalating into the wails of a banshee as Adrian ran up the stairs, bursting into the room only to find Miranda holding their own life-less son. Despair filled his body, as Adrian sank to his knees, a man broken. His eyes darting back and forth across the room until cracks in the dry wall caught his eye. A perfect impact mark from a small head.

[COLOR=SILVER][b]"Y-y-you..."[/b][/color] His lips trembled as Adrian raised a finger towards his wife. [COLOR=SILVER][b]"You killed him."[/b][/COLOR] He stammered as she violently shook her head. 

[COLOR=SILVER][b]"N-no."[/b][/color] She replied before looking down. [COLOR=SILVER][b]"No, no, no, NO!"[/b][/color] She repeated, flying into a frenzy as the lifeless body was dropped from her arms. Adrian dashed forward, cradling his son as tears poured out of his eyes. 

[COLOR=SILVER][b]"Why?"[/b][/color] He asked, the single word hanging in the room as it was quickly repeated, [COLOR=SILVER][b]"Why?"[/b][/color] He screamed as Miranda back away. Her hands scrambling as they found a pair of scissors. Her sobs became louder and heavier as they were mixed with Adrian's. Walking towards Adrian, Miranda held out the baby as she violently shook her head before suddenly lifting the scissors and driving them across her throat. Blood sprayed from the severed jugular as Miranda twitched and fell to the floor. The light in her eyes leaving as Adrian slowly sank to the ground, kneeling in her blood before collapsing into the fetal position, the warm crimson liquid soaking through his clothes and invaded his every sense.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=SlateGray]P R E S E N T:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Thursday, May 25[SUP]TH[/SUP] - 11:38 PM | Corner of Third and Jefferson[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]The alarms at Mildred's Fine Jewelry sounded through the small street as a hooded figure shambled away from the scene. Sirens could be heard in the distance as the New Lilith Police Department responded to the alarm. A cruiser rounded the corner, the figure being blinded by the headlights before it quickly shambled towards the alley way as the police bore down on the thief. Clambering up a fence, a hand suddenly grabbed the ankle of the thief as he was halted. 

[COLOR=SILVER][b]"Stop!"[/b][/color] The officer cried as the hooded figure looked back. The light of the officer's flashlight blinded the man as the officer suddenly stumbled backwards in horror. The thief's face was twisted and rotting, his left eye barely sitting in its socket. With a snarl, the man pulled the rest of his body over the fence, the skin of his bare arms catching as he went over. A large laceration appeared down the forearm but no blood was spilt, just broken skin covered in yellow pus.

Scrambling for his gun, the officer drew the weapon and fired. The bullets clearly hit the man but they did little to slow him down as he kept running. Reaching for his radio, the officer squeezed it with his free hand as he held his gun up again to fire, this time aiming for the running man's legs.

[COLOR=SILVER][b]"This is Officer McKenna, I've got eyes on the suspect, he's resisting arrest and clearly some kind of new freak. Code fifty three, possibly Hyperhuman."[/B][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT]