Roswell; Entropy Arc

Chapter 1; The Odd Figure

The car was slightly shaking and tilting side to side as Aron's father turned the vehicle. Despite it already being early march, and spring had officially arrived, the snow and frost hadn't quite melted away, making each turn rather heavy and bulky. It didn't help that the road was anything but straight, and was going upwards towards the small town on top of the mountain.

His father, Mr. Harrington, was a police officer. However, he had now received a new case within this small town, and expected to stay there for at least a year. This made Aron slightly nervous, as making friends had never really been his specialty. He was small and wimpy compared to most teenagers these days, and wasn't particularly strong either. He was fast though, and rather decent at climbing.

His mother peeked from behind the passenger seat, and gave him a warm and comforting simper. Aron returned a coy and meek smile, but not necessarily because he was happy. The town, Roswell, was small and heartwarming. Or at least, that was how his mother had described it. He had only seen pictures of it, most of them taken 10 years ago during the summer. It was utterly beautiful, yet it also had an eerie atmosphere behind it. Maybe that was because Aron had already heard so many stories about the small secluded town, as that was the main reason his father was heading down there.

"Aren't you excited?" Mrs. Harrington's eyes shone like the sun, and her smile was beaming with excitement and enthusiasm. All Aron could really do was nod and smile back, and hope she would leave it at that. And thankfully, she did.

As Aron let his gaze wander out the window, he could't help but notice how much of this place was covered with trees. Most of them were pale because of the frost, but some of them had also begun sprouting leafs, indicating that summer was getting closer. His mother had told him that Roswell had one of the most beautiful summers in the country, and he didn't doubt it after seeing that old picture. The town was mostly known for its rose bushes, that covered most forests and landmarks, which gave the town an inviting smell and a nice healthy glow overall. Probably hell for anyone who was allergic though.

Mrs. Harrington had grown attached to the myths and legends surrounding the town fairly quickly, especially the one his father was about to debunk. Despite the town's beautiful scenery, and its overly friendly inhabitants, it was mostly known for a serial killer of sorts. According to legends, the murders caused in the town had been going on annually for over 150 years. Or at least, that was the earliest case documented. Just 23 years ago, a famous detective named Lowell had visited the town to investigate. She had recorder everything on an audio recorder, including a bunch of interviews with the majority of the townspeople. Aron hadn't heard the recordings himself though, and he knew his father wasn't allowed to tell him if he had either.

This was most likely why Aron didn't have his hopes up about this place. He wasn't particularly fond of superstitions, nor did he believe in them. Or at least he pretended that was the case. Now obviously, he did believe that murders or something like that was occurring. But there was no way to tell if it was the same murderer that had been committing those crimes over the years. Especially considering that this was a very old myth by now, and had been circling around the town for years.

The snow didn't seem to get any less noticeable as they were driving. All he could really see was white, with small accents of green from the leafs every now and then. Snow. Trees. leafs. Girl.

Wait. He quickly looked back through the back window of the car. He couldn't spot anything other than the snow, the trees and the leafs this time. But he could have sworn he had seen a girl standing there a few moments earlier. He couldn't have imagined it. Or at least, that's what he liked to believe. He hadn't even processed what the figure looked like, other than pale skin and dark brown eyes.

"Aron?" Said a quiet soft voice, and as Aron looked up, he noticed the voice belonged to his mother. "Are you alright?" She asked, probably noticing the distress and confusion plastered on Aron's face. "Oh- yes, I'm alright. Don't worry." He said, shrugging it off. Although, the figure kept lurking in his mind during the rest of the trip.