Agent Beck

Agent Beck Halloween Special

“Trick or Treat!” I heard a few children scream. I was walking through a small neighborhood on a mission. The organization got a tip of a ‘real’ haunted house on this block. What these people didn’t know was this house was also emitting radioactive energy. The same energy from an ancient artifact that we have been looking for since the year started.
“The Crying Whale” I read from my phone. This artifact is known from the tale of the stranded whale on shore who moaned for help. The people heard its cries and came to the whale, but instead of pushing the whale back in the water, they killed it for food. The whale cried in pain and after they left its deconstructed body on the beach, its blood went into the sand and turned to stone and from that stone a small whale statue was made.
Now, we don’t know who made the statue back then, but what I do know is the power of this thing is real. Whoever holds it, can summon a monstrous whale to devour you. Not only that, but it can scream a powerful ‘cry’ which can make your ears bleed and you die.
“Here we are.” I looked up at the house and it was barely functional. Falling apart at the seams. I guess the owners gave up on trying to sell it on the market. I walk up to the door and peer through the window. The inside was covered in webs and furniture sheets. I looked around and saw no one was coming, so I used my strength to break the door handle and slowly walk inside. I close the door and take out my monitor to track the artifact.
If I was a kid, I would have peed my pants, but since becoming an agent, the old scary tales are nothing compared to what I have faced. Bang! I look up and hear something upstairs. I point my monitor up and it beeps like crazy. I head upstairs and point it towards an abandoned room. I slowly push it open and the beeping suddenly gets louder. Creek! I walk near a closet and ready my gun. I pull the door off the hinges and point my gun.
“What the hell?!” I screamed. A little girl wearing a nightgown was shaking in the closet. “How did I not smell her?” I think. I put my gun away and slowly kneel.
“Who are you and why did you break into my home?!” she yelled. I look around at this broken down room and remember that some homeless people could stay here.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to break into your home. I promise I won’t hurt you. I just came here for a statue. Have you seen it?” I asked. Her eyes fill with rage and she runs past me. This makes my monitor break completely down.
“Does she have the statue?” I whispered. I chased after her and for someone her age she was fast…but I was faster. I activate my speed and stop her in her tracks. She was about to open the basement door. “Do you have the statue kid!” I questioned.
“No! That statue took mommy and daddy from me and I want it gone!” she cried. I look at her with shock and wonder how that could have happened. Usually the person who touches the artifact has control over the monster…unless. Bang!

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