Detective Zack Coleman: Anonymous Investigations

Detective Zack Coleman: Chapter 1

Detective Zack Coleman now approaches the burnt down building in New York. The sight was like none other; it was a public grocery store. He knew this wasn’t the work of a gas leak, it wasn’t an electrical wire; it was the work of a thermacist. What is a thermacist you say? A thermacist has the power to generate heat from his or her body, and when I say heat, I mean flames of disaster. 

Coleman stands at about 6 feet, signaling him as a threat to whoever approached. Coleman has been working with people with such unique powers, as this thermacist, for several years. As a matter of fact, he is a maxisensualist; he has the ability to increase the senses. For example, he can see the molecules of a stain on your shirt and tell you exactly what you were eating.  

Are you still following?

Well, back to the scene of the thermacist. Although, the flame had been out for hours; Zack could still, from his sensitivity, feel the fire scorching the room and smell the strong scent of smoke in the air. He could almost feel the fire burning his black nicely cut hair. He pulled out his phone, calling his assistant, Susan, back at the office.

“Hey Susie, I need your help,” Zack greeted.

“Don’t call me that!” she viciously replied flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder, “Anyways what do you need.”

“Find out if there were any survivors from the fire, please,” he asked.

“Gotcha boss,” she replied before hanging up. 

Detective Coleman continued to search the building for important clues. He noticed the melting glass in the dairy section. This definitely was the work of a thermacist, he thought. 

Wait!

Did you hear that? Well, if not, Zack did; quickly running towards the sound of the patting feet. He heard the footsteps, even felt someone’s presence, but he saw no one. The sound continued to echo in his head, causing a headache. Now you know, every power has its weaknesses. Sometimes sensitivity could be too sensitive, but he continued to run, ignoring the throbbing headache.  

At the back of the store, he found a young woman (maybe around 13) crouched in the corner of the room. Her skin was extremely pale, and her blonde hair messily covered her face. She seemed to be defending herself from Zack, but he approached her slowly. She appeared to have worked at this store looking at her uniform covered in soot. “No need to be afraid, I’m here to help,” he said trying to receive her trust. She slowly got up, giving Zack more and more trust. “Let’s get out of here,” Zack said reaching for her hand. “Don’t touch me!” she quickly responded. Zack decided not to oppose.

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Detective Coleman ran a detective agency, and not a regular, ordinary agency. He called this the Advanced Specialist Agency or A.S.A. for short. Regular humans they portrayed us as monster, but in actuality, we were just special in a unique way, Zack liked to say. Headquarters wasn’t at a fancy skyscraper; it was a random building at the edge of the city. Skyscrapers tend to attract attention, which is unwanted when you’re running an agency like this one.

                Back at headquarters, they began questioning the victim or even criminal. (You can’t just assume she didn’t do anything because they all say that.)

“What is your name?” Charles Dawson asked. He was over the questioning and interrogation of the agency.

 “Melanie Lewis,” she shakily answered. She apparently had been crying, and she was on the edge of another riverworks starting. “It’s okay, you can talk to me,” Charles calmly said, trying to get her to breathe, “What happened back at the supermarket?”