Nomads

1: Two strange people

   Our day began with us going to Irmount High School, in Seattle. This time, a young girl was brutally killed in there, and we were 100% sure of what killed her.

   Upon arriving at the school, we could see all of the students gathering around the courtyard, curious to see what had happened in there, while the policemen were trying to drive them off. Whatever happened in there was inside the school, and the boys and girls weren't allowed to approach the building.

   "There's nothing to see here kids, leave the area please!" said an officer while holding a megaphone. 

   "Do you think it was one of them, dear?" I asked Tris while looking around. He looked at me, gently smiling. "I'm pretty sure it is, after all, if it wasn't, we wouldn't've been called here, Wouldn't you say?" he answered. 

   We had a job to do, so we made our way through the students, who, when looking at us, were making faces of confusion and nervousness. We ignored them and kept going towards the crime scene.

   "Hey! You two, don't cross that tape! This is-" said the police officer before being interrupted.

   "A murder scene, we know. We're here to investigate," said Tris while we kept walking forward. The word "murder" got the attention of the students, who quickly began to whisper and talk in fear and disgust. "A-a murder?" "This is crazy!" "I don't wanna look!" could be heard from around us.

   "Stop right there!" shouted another policeman behind us. "Who the hell do you think you are!?" Tris and I both turned around and stared at their eyes, creeping them out. I guess they weren't expecting us to be so defiant of them.

   "I'm Tristán Rioux," said Tris while scratching his ear. Many things about Tris' appearance were odd and outstanding: His skin was unusually pale; His dark as darkness itself black hair; His curiously angular eyebrows; But the most remarkable of Tris' physical characteristics were his eyes. Not only were they a bright shade of radioactive green, but his eye sockets were so large it almost looked as if he didn't have lower eyelids at all, even though he still blinks. It was so weird the first time I saw him in 3rd grade, but that was also what fascinated me about Tris. Everyone else was too creeped out to even look at thim in the eyes.

   "I'm Isolde Myers," I replied while holding Tris' hand. I admit that my looks aren't as peculiar as his, but I still had my fare share of eyes staring at me. Firstly, my eyes bags were a bit too big to be considered "normal", although that's because Tris and I usually stay up late watching cheesy horror movies. Secondly, even though it may not sound credible, my lilac coloured hair is actually natural, I was borned with it, believe it or not. And thirdly, not to be cocky, but my level of pale skin puts Tris' to shame. If he's like ivory white, then I'm porcelain white. In fact, people often thought I was a ghost because of how I looked.

   The policemen, however, weren't at all happy with our introduction. On the background, we could hear the students murmuring about both of us. "Look, I don't care about your names, you can't just walk in and pretend your detectives or whatever. Now get out of here!" Shouted the police officer, now angry at us for not obeying him earlier. 

   "And who said we were detectives?" I replied, giggling. Tris stayed in his neutral usual self and coldly answered the policeman. "Like I said, we're here to investigate the murder scene, so if you could please stop interrupting our work, we would appreciate it very much".

   The man didn't take Tris' answer very well, as some of the students back there were laughing a little bit from the ridiculousness of the situation. As he was walking towards us, he took out his police cuffs. "Alright that's it, you two are under arrest for interfering with police business".

   The moment he was about to put the cuffs in my hand, Tris quickly grabbed the officer's arm and gripped tightly while staring at him furiously. "Lay a hand on Sol, and I'll break your arm!" The policeman rapidly let go of the cuffs and dropped them on the ground out of fear. That scene made my heart race like crazy. Tris was so caring and protective of me that I couldn't help sighing of love in my mind.

   Tris calmed down and grinned at me while still holding my hand. "Let's get going, Sol."  I simply nodded and we moved on to the building. Meanwhile, the officers were left astonished with our behaviour and Tris' reaction.

   Upon entering, we found ourselves in the corridors, which kind of looked like the ones from our old school, but somewhat more depressing and liveless. Some other policemen were in there as well, and tried to stop us too, but we ignored them until arriving at the murder scene.

   Tris and I were in front of class 35, at the near end of the long hallway. The door's window had dried stains of blood on it, which didn't let us look inside. The doorknob was loose and had claw marks all over it, so it was clear we couldn't open the door with it. Tris didn't waste any second and kicked the door hard enough for it to open abruptly. Right when that happened, some police officers got behind us, and witnessed the horror of what had happened inside the classroom.

   The body of the student was laying on the ground, near the window and over a huge pool of blood, much larger than any normal person's height. The most noticable thing about her what that she was missing her entire head, and her left arm had some serious wounds. We could hear a policeman behind us nearly puke. "My god... Who could've done such a thing...?" said one of them.

   "Not someone... someTHING," replied Tris, calmed and without hesitating. He turned around and stared at them in the eyes, his own glowing a little bit. "And that thing... is a Fog Dweller..."