The Wayhaven Diaries

There's Been a MURDER

Dear...
Diary? No, too lame
Journal? No, still lame
Me of the future, I guess? (Sounds a little new age but that’s all I can think of)
There’s been a murder
In Wayhaven, of all places and guess who’s the first -and only-  Detective to be called in to investigate the job? Ding, ding, ding we have a winner.

What am I going to tell the woman’s family? We have no leads, apart from some weird blood tests Verda was kind enough to tell me about, and smart enough to discover. When I say weird blood tests, what I actually meant was the blood that was in her body isn’t hers, you would think that was crazy enough however the blood isn’t even human. So... someone transfused her blood with that of an animal? One may ask. Guess again, the blood is kind of human, however its like a parasitic virus mutated the blood cells in a massive way. So there could be anything from disfigured experiments walking around the place killing people, psychotic doctors attempting to create superheroes or superheroes being killed by supervillains or psychotic doctors for all any of us know. Whatever it is, it’s pretty dangerous and the sooner I find out what it is the better off Wayhaven is.
Oh, I also checked out this abandoned building. I found the victims phone in her shoe and the warehouse was the last place she took pictures so I figured it was the best place to start. I didn’t find any evidence of murder but I did find a group of 4 people shadily lurking about.

I didn’t even manage to catch their names; let alone bring them into the station to question them. They just kind of... vanished. I even went as far as to pepper spray one of them. Yes, not my finest moment I’ll admit, but I’m positive I was affected by it more than he was. The victim didn’t even flinch. Maybe it was out of date? (note to self: CHECK PEPPER SPRAY BEST BEFORE DATE ASAP) The guy was definitely British; I could tell by his accent. Maybe British people have some form of resistance to pepper spray? The only thing I know is that they were looking for the same person as I am, the killer and one of them found it hilarious that I pepper sprayed their comrade. (Note to self: ASK VERDA IF IT’S POSSIBLE FOR BRITISH PEOPLE TO HAVE A GENETIC RESISTANCE AGAINST PEPPER SPRAY. ALSO ASK IF SUPERHEROES ARE SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE.)

I knew I wasn’t cut out for this detective business, what was the Captain thinking? No, what was I thinking about accepting the job in the first place? I am an ex-criminal after all, did they think because I have first-hand experience in illegal activity I could get into the minds of murderers? The worst thing I ever did was sell weed! I suppose all I can do is work hard and hope some new evidence shows itself and soon before anyone else is murdered.

Oh, and to make things even more unbearable, my ex Bobby Marks showed up, desperately trying to pry information out of me for yet another one of his sensationalised stories. One would think he would get the message that no one wants to read his nonsense, let alone contribute to it. The fact he even had the audacity to come sniffing around me for anything astounds me, he knows I won’t give him anything - especially information he plans on publishing in the newspaper! If I wasn’t so keen on keeping my job and not getting arrested, I would have definitely punched him in the face by now.

Thus far I rate my experience as a detective 0/10. The only reason it’s that high is due to my pay rise and bonuses.