Blackwater Creek

The First Beginning

There is a story told in Blackwater that has been told since the very beginning of it's founding. An old tale that now surrounds a recent mystery. Who killed Gabel Sylvester? Was it the troubled gang member, Caleb? Or was it the shady Rhodes family that just moved into Blackwater manor? Could it have been the man with  monkey tattoo who's mystery is now engraved in the minds of Lilith and Markus. It could be anyone, literally anyone. This has now began to drive the people of Blackwater mad with hysteria and paranoia. The fear that a killer could be lurking quiet streets has caused neighbours to close their doors to everyone, people to go in groups, and the police station of flood with reports and accusations against each other. This was not however, the beginning of something as everyone has thought. This was merely the consequence of an old sin.

Rose sat quietly on the breakfast table and watched her father casually sip his coffee and her mother read the newspaper.

"Mom, dad," she announced, "Is it okay for me to invite Markus for dinner tonight? Considering all he's been doing for me?"

"Honey there is a murderer on the loose," her mom replied with distaste in her voice, "we can't just open our doors to anyone."

"Come on please?" Rose asked nicely, "he's been driving me to school and back home everyday for the past days."

"Alright you can invite him," her dad spoke.

"Brad!" her mom angrily detested.

"Honey," Brad reasoned, "he drives our daughter everyday. We should at least get to know him, see if he's trustworthy."

"Mom at least give him the benefit of the doubt," Rose pleaded.

"Okay!" her mother let out, "fine."

"Thank you mom," Rose smiled.

A car just stopped in front of the porch.

"He's here," Rose stood and picked up her bag, "I'll see you guys tonight."

Caleb awoke to find the door to someone leaning on the bars of his cell.

"Morning handsome," Horace brought him some onion rings, "I heard jail food sucks."

"I miss your pancakes," Caleb smiled and walked over to Horace, taking the onion rings and eating together with him. "Everyone's going nuts, saying you really did it."

"Hey," Caleb assured him, "I'm gonna be fine."

"I need a lead though if I'm gonna find something to get you out," Horace asked. "Tell me exactly why you are being framed. Why you are even in this mess."

"It's not my secret to tell," Caleb replied, "I can tell you my part but the rest....I'm bound by honour to keep."

"Then tell me your part," Horace sat and began to listen as they both sat on the tiled floor, beside each other, separated by the bars of a jail cell.

"I was at the Gunman's Joint with the rest of the Crows that night. Then some shady dude came in. Everyone were starting to eye him until OG came and called the man. They went downstairs to the storage  room, then an hour later the man came up asking for me. When I was down, I saw nothing, I was only asked to clean up a mess while they handled some things." Caleb replied.

"What did you clean up?" Horace asked.

"Blood," Caleb replied, "lot's of it, covering the whole room."

"Oh shit!" Horace covered his face, "you cleaned up the crime scene. You could still go to jail for obstruction of justice or.....accessory after the fact!"