Scream of Terror

Day Three - Facts and Uncertainty, Theories and Their Rejection

Important authors-note: This Story has recieved a big clean up (Meaning: Fixed Spelling and Grammar), however there were also some changes to the story itself - Most importantly: The story now doesn't take place in the real world anymore, but in a fictional world. This will show from this chapter and onwards.

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3rd Person POV:

Beep, beep, beep – what was this loud sound? What is it? It's unbearable.

Beep, beep, beep – what is this?! It's annoying, it's shrill, it's-

Luc's eyes shot open, and he looked to his alarm. Quickly, he turned it off, using so much force to press down the off button that it almost broke. He groaned, and slowly sat himself upright, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his alarm again. 7Am. "In the name of the devil...", Luc slowly said to himself. This was the first time in months he remembered actually sleeping through the whole night, and actually getting woken up by his alarm. It felt strange... unknown... unfamiliar. At the same time, it was also reminded Luc again why alarms were so hated – even if he never actually wanted to get reminded off that. However, that's life – unfair and sometimes fucking insufferable.

He slowly stood up, and went to the kitchen, and put on the coffee machine, and immediately groaned. "Fuck, I forgot to refill the coffee.", he said out loud, and punched on his kitchen counter in frustration. He went back and forth in the kitchen, thinking what to do now. "No, a morning without coffee is not a morning worth living for.", Luc again said out loud to himself. He quickly went to get his keys, went out the door, and dashed to his motorcycle. Not even a minute later, he was already on his way, driving to the shop.

He was standing in the coffee aisle, looking at two bags of coffee. One's his usual, and one's a new brand he never saw before, but looked interesting. It was slightly cheaper, but still looked like it had the same taste, or even a better one. He took it in his hand, and looked at the back of the bag. But before he could actually read anything, the bag got snatched out of his hands, accompanied by a "Dankeschön". Luc followed the bag with his eyes, confused, and tried to snatch it back, but before that, his hand was punched away, and soon enough, the bag was put into another shopping cart.

He looked at the person that stole his coffee. A male, about 6,3 ft. High, dressed in darker colors – black sweatpants, gray hoodie, and a gray knee long coat. Emerald green eyes, behind a pair of black glasses. Over his right eye is a big scar, that looks like a raging flame. His hair is combed back, and snow-white, almost long enough to hit the ground, just higher by about 5 centimeters. Most of it behind his back, but a small bit is in front of both of his shoulders. The most interesting thing about his looks were his hands – completely white, even though he isn't wearing gloves, and his fingers don't go together in round fingertips, but sharply, like claws.

"What was that for?", Luc said to the man. "You were blocking the shelf, and this was just the coffee I wanted.", the man responded dryly, "you can just take another one, can't 'ya?". "I guess...?", Luc just responded. "Well, I guess I should introduce myself – My name's Ben Damon Dreemur, pleasure to meet 'ya. And you? You must be Detective Luc Scarleight from the Anderson Detective Agency, the ADA?", Ben said. "You know me?", Luc asked. "Your Agency is just unknown, not underground. Despite, I'm generally very informed about the law enforcement in the cities I live in, 'ya know?", Ben explained. "Makes sense, I guess...?", Luc just responded.

"Anyway, I gotta move on now. However, so I didn't totally waster your time, take this", Ben said, before giving Luc a small piece of paper with a number on it, "You're a detective, so, you know, if you ever need help with electronics, identifying it, or repairing it, or whatever you can think of, call me, I'm good with electronics, I could most likely help 'ya.". "Erm, Thank you.", Luc just responded, and put the card away. "So, I have to go now, so, bye, bye and Tschau." Ben said, before turning away, grabbing his cart and going away. "Bye.", Luc, again, just responded, turning his attention back to the coffee and grabbing the new brand of coffee he discovered.