Sherkwood Oak, 1999
"Stay,"
A faint whisper reverberated throughout the small cabin. It was slow, dragging, and full of hatred as if the speaker wanted the listener to feel its desperate call. The worn out place stood in the middle of the isolated forest. Its wooden walls were full of scratches from unknown sources, the floor was covered in dust and black, sticky liquid.
Anxiety crept up to her veins as she snuggled her tiny frame closer to the edge of the cabin, hoping the shadows would basked herself from the eye of the unknown speaker.
"Stay,"
The voice commanded, again, this time more harsher than it already was. A cold gust of wind swept through her in icy waves, making her dry skin prickle. Absentmindedly, she scrambled to her feet, her dirty dress which used to be pink and floor length was now riding up her mid thigh from, torn in every possible form, and was covered in black ink similar to the pools lying on the certain parts of the floor. Her arm stretched out, taking hold of something right before her.
Sherkwood Oak, 2010
Outside, multiple police cars and an ambulance were parked in the most haphazard fashion. Men and a few women clad in dark blue uniforms were armed with pistols, ready for any sudden action.
A man in his mid forty's was sporting a red megaphone, an old fashioned walkie tugging around his shoulder pad. He took a step forward, his black boots digging on the wet soil, "Alright, men, let's take this slow and easy. We don't want to scare the poor girl, do we?"
Three sturdy men took the first step: discreetly waiting at the mouth of the cabin. Everyone fell in a silent atmosphere, the orders being yelled had died, and waited for the next move. One of the three men raised his hand, two fingers up, peeked through the shattered window pane and signalled the rest of his comrades. 'Go.' a silent action which caused the team of 3 polices to break the ram-shackled door, granting them entrance to the dark corners of the cabin.
"Easy, men." the man spoke through the megaphone, his voice echoed, sending a few ravens flying randomly, "Let's find the girl, bring her out and let's get out of this area." bringing the technology down, he looked around him. Tall trees with vines hanging from the trunks made him shiver, he muttered following the path of his three men, "This place gives me the creeps."
"There's no light." one man informed, taking a step forward, into the small cabin, his arms raised and a pistol was grasp tightly by his skillful fingers.
"That's for not bringing a flashlight, dumb ass." the other replied, glancing around the one storey cabin. There were no furniture, not even a rug was sprawled on the wooden floor. Raising the flashlight he had jammed in his back pocket earlier, he turned once more to assure himself, "Mr. Fox, are you sure about this? There's nothing in here. Its completely abandoned."
"Yes," Mr. Fox replied, placing the megaphone down, "They reported something about an old cabin with a lost girl. And as far as we had searched the perimeter, this was the only cabin."
"Who exactly reported this case, Mr. Fox?" the 'leader' who had thrown the signal earlier, asked, snooping around, flashlight in hand, pistol in another.
Mr. Fox's brow creased exasperatedly. He ran his wrinkled fingers through his jet black hair, sighing in sheer irritation. "Less talking, men. Twilight is bound to come, we must hurry and find the girl and bring her to safety."
They scrambled to their feet, flailing their lights everywhere they go, looking for any sign of a female. Mr. Fox adjusted his brown coat and helped. He was the assigned investigator of this sudden case. Though, in his 10 years of experience, this case was the most peculiar of all.
Who would call in regarding the existence of a girl who was locked up in a cabin for more than 10 years. Worse, a cabin standing in the territory of a quarantined forest, Sherkwood Oak.
The cabin maybe small but the fact that there were no lights and it was half past 5 wasn't helping the search. Heavy footsteps and the loud trashing of voices made Mr. Fox whirled in panic. "What's happening?"
"Sir," the other man called out, standing frozen in one corner, the light of his flashlight focusing something sprawled on the floor. "I think, I found what we've came for."
The two hastily got to their feet and stood beside the founder. And just like him, they froze in shock, the hair on their neck stood like needles, their mouths agape. Mr. Fox joined the three, panting. His eyes caught the silhouette lying on the floor. None had uttered, staring off like they were destined to do that their whole lives. Even the professional investigator felt cold feet.
Alas, one had found his voice and cursed, "Is that even human?"
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A/N: I know, a bit boring. But its the prologue, its supposed to be a filler chapter. The first chapter which will revolved around the present year -2012. I'm working on it. Hopefully, be posted ASAP.
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I didn't have time to proof read this. >.< oh. well. :D
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