Greed - The First Sin

Chapter Three- Paramount

Several years prior. . .

          That's it, that was it. The last ambulance and there were so many calls coming in. The man leaned back in his chair in frustration, answering call after call, but they were all the same. Beginning to question his job choice, he was also confused as to if multiple people were reporting the same incident.

          Or if there were really that many attacks.

          He glanced at the clock, the first call had come in at 10:00 PM. From there, they started trickling in, before they ran out of ambulances at 10:20 PM, and now there were more calls. 

          The tired dispatcher answered call after call, but to no avail. They had sent every field medic they had, the water and earth users, and all their ambulances. This had to be an organized crime, but by who? An attack of this magnitude in that many different locations would have required at least seven people.

         Or one mutant. He shook his head at that thought, it wasn't possible. The end of his shift came as the operator, and he took some time in the backroom, collecting his thoughts. He had never heard that many screams through a phone, so many distressed parents and children, all saying that they turned around for a few seconds. He had to check this out himself.

          He grabbed his keys, hopping into his patrol car. He adjusted the gun in his holster, not that he would use it. He would probably resort to using his earth powers. The car turned over with a loud grumble, as he took it out of park. A few minutes later, he was racing to one of the locations of the incidents, his sirens blasting through the roads amongst the sea of red and blue. 

          The first thing he noticed was the congestion of people. He honked and flicked his sirens, but to no avail. Nobody was getting out of the way. He parked his car in the fire lane, walking through the dense crowd of people. He continued walking before he saw the familiar yellow tape. He ducked underneath it, showing his badge to one of the detectives. That's when he noticed the flipped cars.

          "Officer Nathan, we've already done the best we could with nine other officers.." He nodded slightly, ignoring the detective. He wanted to see this for himself. Looking around him, there were at least six or seven flipped-over cars. Bodies were strewn about, maybe it was a large hit and run. He walked toward one of the bodies, squatting down to get a better look at it. It was a small child, no older than eight. 

          The boy's jaw was broken, an odd but possible injury from the car accident. Why was the boy's body outside of the car though? It couldn't have been thrown out of the car that far. He looked more closely, noticing a trail of blood leading from the car, to the boy. Something dragged him out of the car, or someone. The officer turned around, explaining his findings to the detective, but it seemed the detective had already come to that conclusion.

          "The thing is, this is the only incident involving cars. All the rest were single murders in alleyways or group massacres." The officer cursed under his breath, who the hell would do this? He walked back toward the boy, there was a large amount of blood on the stomach, implying he got wounded there. 

          He rolled the shirt up slowly, gasping under his already heavy breathing. There was a gaping hole in the kid's stomach. And every one of the organs in his body was shriveled and dry, but the ribcage remained completely intact.

          It was as if the blood got sucked out of his organs, along with the blood in his skin. The skin was pale and dry, as if it hadn't seen water in days. The officer stood up slowly, who the hell did this, and what were they trying to get out of it?