MOTW OC Stories

The Fight Part 1

Casey has been pacing her kitchen for the past half hour. She would walk the ten feet to her couch, walk past her fridge, stop and peer out the front window for a few seconds, then repeat the process all over again. She was trying and failing, to calm herself down after her argument with her nephew, Xenon. Xenon wasn't his real name but recently their relationship has become more professional than familial, and somewhere in the deep, dark corners of her consciousness, Casey knew that using his real name would only bring to light her and Xenon's shared past.

For now, Casey is just pacing around the room, following the same path each time around. If she were in any other mindset she would worry that she would soon leave a slight trench around her dining table if she keeps it up. Unluckily for her flooring she only had one worry on her mind, and that was Xenon.

Casey and Xenon had come across one another while investigating a missing person's case, the fifth one in the last month. The string of disappearances was all similar in the sense that the victims were passing through Fairfax County when they suddenly fell off the grid. As far as the media knew, these people hadn't known each other before their disappearances. The people to have last seen them, whether they were co-workers, family members, or friends, all answered the same; "They just suddenly got up and left." Once the victim hit this stage, they appeared to be in a hypnotized-like state and would not acknowledge people or events around them. The victims came from all over the United States. One came from Missouri, another from Florida, from Idaho, Kansas, and the most recent, Georgia. The disappearances were spaced out at random, they could range anywhere from a week later to a little under a day. Given this information, it didn't take Casey too long to realize that, once a person disappeared for good, the next person was already selected and would be just starting their trip to Fairfax.

Having a time limit set Casey on edge and apparently it also worried The Premium Elemental Navigators of the Investigative Supernatural, or P.E.N.I.S for short, who soon started to search the many forests and lakes in hopes of finding some sort of clue. One cold morning Casey looked out her window to find a small group of agents walking the perimeter of her lake. Seto Kaiba's lake? Whatever.

Casey quickly placed her half-eaten bowl of Froops to the side. In order to get more information on the disappearances, she would have to question the agents if she wanted to get anywhere in this mystery. Casey was in the middle of changing, tossing on whatever was closest in her attempt to leave quickly when a knock sounded at her door.

Casey moved the sliding peephole to reveal three figures standing at her door. It was the agents from before. They were none other than Agent Whelm from the FBCP sector, Xenon, and Xenon's apprentice, Corban, who are in the Elemental sector. This was no longer a surprise to Casey as it always seemed to be the three of them when the FBCP, or it's sister-organization, decided to get involved with the many mysterious occurrences of Fairfax County. Letting out a sigh, Casey slid the viewer back in place and undid her locks on the door. Once opened, Casey could get a clearer look at her visitors. Agent Whelm stood close to the porch stairs. She gave Casey an awkward smile, followed by a small nod, then looked away. Xenon was a few feet away from the door, standing with one hand in his ugly-ass, green and black Baja sweatshirt and shooting a cloud of vape out of his mouth before sucking in another lung-full from his pen. The usually calming fall air now reeked of Sour Patch Kids. Casey scrunched up her nose and looked to the last member of their crew, Corban. The poor middle-aged man was standing directing in front of the door, looking at her anxiously. Casey let out an exasperated sigh and leaned against the doorframe. "You guys here for the missing persons' case?" Casey asked, looking at Xenon for the answer.

Xenon gave no answer, instead, Corban gave a wave and moved into Casey's line of sight. "Yes, actually... we were wondering if you had any information that would help us in our investigation," Corban looked towards Xenon then continued, "We were thinking they might have passed through here before they disappeared." He then pulled out 5 portraits from his bag and fanned them out for Casey to see. They were pictures of the victims. I don't recognize any of them. She examined the pictures a second longer. Race, gender, and age don't seem to be a key factor either. Completely random.