The Boy -COMPLETED-

Chapter 1- The case

OLIVIA POV

"hey Olivia, I found another case, In Colombia, Missouri. there's been quite a few killings at exactly 2:34 in the morning. Fifteen to be exact." Mckenzie told me. Mckenzie and I are hunters. Not the kind that hunts ducks and chickens or moose. We're the kind that hunts paranormal stuff, all the things that go bump in the night. Demons. Ghosts. Wendigos. Werewolves. Vampires. You name it, we kill it. WE started being hunters after our parents died. Mom was forced up to the ceiling and her stomach was slit open, and the house was then lit on fire. Dad didn't make it out. We don't know who, or what did it yet.

"Aight lets go catch that thang," I said very enthusiastically, and Mckenzie giggled as we headed out of the bunker into my black '67 impala with red racecar stripes streaked across the top. The bunker was the Men of Letters base, and our great granddad was the captain of the Men of letters in Kansas. His name was Oscar Wilde.

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After few long hours later and some greasy burgers from In-n-out burgers, we rented a motel and called it a night. The next day, we went to Interview the relatives and friends of Olliver stewards, one of the victims of whatever we were fighting.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Stewards. I am Rabecca Steem and this is Ashlee Sharpp, we were friends of Olliver and we want to ask some questions about him before he died. I know it's horrible timing, But is it okay?"

Mrs. Stewards smiled and said "of course, dears. come on in! It's nice to know that at least someone cares." We walked into their humble home and sat in the family room.

"what was Olliver doing before he died?" Mckenzie asked.

"well, he was acting awfully scared, especially the closer it got to bedtime, and he absolutely refused to go to bed, Ollie finally went to bed at about midnight, and two and a half hours later he died." There were tears in the Stewards eyes.

"I'm... I'm so sorry," I responded after a moment of silence, "Do you know who killed him?"

"we have no idea. The cops and FBI searched multiple times but found no evidence besides a dead body with a slit throat and lots of blood." Mr steward's hands were shaking as tears streamed down his face.

"thank you for your time," I said, "we really appreciate your time." I could tell that the struggling parents had enough and were ready for us to leave.

"no problem, dear" Mrs. Stewards whispered.

After a good day of work, we had interviewed over half of the list we made and marked on a map where all the deaths occurred. There was no pattern on the map and it wasn't connected by sewage or attached to some ancient thing of importance. there weren't any witch hex bags in the victim's homes either, But we had learned that each victim before they died had looked at a chain message no more than a week before they died, but had not followed its instructions. everyone refused to show us the chain message though, saying that we were too young to die. we went to sleep, looking forward to a big day tomorrow.

Chapter written by meganockey