Whisper in the Dark

Prologue

We find ourselves in the apartment of our beloved 'Inked Up' in the year 14,021. It's a sunny afternoon, Mimi is sitting on the couch writing lyrics for a new song. Zap is out, somewhere, doing... whatever he does when he goes out, no one really knows. Never is busy in the kitchen. Never comes out from the kitchen with a backpack on her... well, back. "I'm off to do a supply run, I'll be back in an hour." She says.

"Can come with? Please?" Replies Mimi.

"Haha, as much as I want to say yes, I'd rather you stayed here and kept an eye on things." Reasons Never.

"Pretty pretty please?" Mimi begs as she holds her hands up in a pleading manner. Never walks over and gives her a hug. "I need you here to look after everything and to tell zap where I am when he gets back."

"Fine," Mimi hugs Never "promise you'll be back soon?"

"I promise"

"Okay, good luck"

"Thanks" Never smiles and leaves the apartment.

"What am I going to do with her." She sets off on her supply run, picking up groceries, medical supplies and some treats. She also takes the chance to get some new clothes. She finally returns home, but even before she reaches the door she could tell something was wrong... the door was damaged around the lock, the lock itself was well munted, the door sat slightly ajar. She slowly opened the door.

"Mimi? You okay? What happened?" She enters the room and it's a mess, the TV munted and on the floor and furniture knocked over. The fridge is open and something has definitely spilt out onto the floor. Never sighs.

"Guess I have to clean this up." She walks to the kitchen to close the fridge door, but when she rounds the corner of the kitchen counter she stops dead in her tracks, eyes wide. Never speaks softly.

"No no no no no, oh cod please no." Lying on the ground in front of her is Mimi, lifeless with a stab wound in her chest. Never crouches down beside her.

"Mimi? Mimi please wake up, this isn't funny." Tears run slowly down her face, like rain on a window.

"Mimi..." she holds her friend's lifeless corpse tight to her chest for a few seconds before screaming. She would sit like this for half an hour, crying and screaming, holding Mimi's corpse tight until the authorities came after a call from another of the building's residents. Rain trickles down the windows, making a soft pattering as it hits the glass.