The Mysterys Of Theodore Walters

Prologue

My long, pitiful, and sad story all starts on a cheerful Thursday morning. I faintly remiber rolling out of bed put on the same cloths from the night before and called it good. Running a hand through my hair I sighed
"Another day in paradise, right,"
Grinning as I looked at the clock, my heart sank I was going the be late yet again.
As I headed out of my " 5 star" apartment I glanced down the mysterious streets only to see a clump of darkness. Approaching the mass I screamed there on the cracked side walk was a dead body gruesomely slit apart and gorry
"help some one any one,"I cried out in shock. As I approached the dead body my stomach wrenched there was no face on the corpse Confused on what could have happened I started to pace, but then it all clicked liked puzzle.
There was a story in the newspaper about something similar a couple weeks back. I remember the heading
"Faceless body found on Main Street." But if that wasn't scary enough Main Street is only two streets over! What if the person behind this is a serial killer, and what if I'm next! As the wheels in my head continued to spin i crouched down to look at the name tag wrapped around mans neck. Standing up i couldn't breath. That person was governor Steven Hinsmartin. Why him I started to think once more. He has a good family, nice job, and the people love him. What happened?
Pulling out my phone I saw i had a text message from my girlfriend what did she want now that clingy whore. Dismissing my thoughts I dialed 911 only to be interigated by a lady with a low gravely voice
"What's your name"
"Theodore" I replied
"Where are you at " she asked none to politely
"Brook way and alz Street" I said in a rushed voice
"Thank you, we will seen first responders imeditly."
Hanging up I started to pace I was always getting in to trouble. It all started in the eighth grade when I was caught breaking an entering it wasn't my fault but yet I was always to blame. Shaking my head I started to hear the distant screaming of sirens but as they neared it sounded a lot more like an alarm clock on a Monday morning after a long weekend out. Not that I have ever experienced that for I was perfect Theodore in my family's eyes. As I got out of my thoughts once more I noticed a red fire truck opproching. Trying to look innocent I baked away and tried to look surprised.
As I sunk back into the shadows I tried to relax my face but it wasn't working at all. As a man got out he gasped slowly turning around and started to talk after he got back into the red beast and drove away. Confused I walked over to the caucus and dialed 911 yet again
"Hello my name's tiffany, please report your emergency," said a Lady's voice
"Yes, I found the body of Groverner Steven Hinsmartin out side my apartment," I whispered as though some one could hear me
"Get out of there, go to your apartment, pack up your stuff, and leave. But don't ever come back," came a mans voice not Tiffany's
"What? Why?" I questioned as the li e went dead confused I sat down but then it hit me like a sack of bricks on a Tuesday morning. Jumping up I ran through three flights of steep stairs, across the "mile long" hallway, and into my apartment. As I looked around for what I needed I felt a herd of Buffalo in my stomach but then I found it. A old raggedy flyer from months ago.
As I read the crumpled paper my stomach wrenched, my head spun, and my knees weakened. Aliens invalid earth it read. But before I could think twice I was out the door, down the hallway, and through the front door. Only to see something that would change my life forever.