Symbols of the Unknown

Chapter One: Robert Mitchell

Robert Mitchell is driving down the road with the most beautiful girl in the world, his wife, Elizabeth. Robert can't help but think about how great his life is. But suddenly, the color starts fading. Everything starts slowing down. An odd looking explosion has erupted right next to the side of their brand new SUV. Suddenly everything stops. A perfectly horrific standstill frame. Robert looks around. He is covered in a weird energy, and Elizabeth is engulfed in a blue flame, obscured from vision. As quickly as it started, it ends. She's gone Then, Robert wakes up to the blaring of his alarm.

It was a Tuesday in mid November, and he still couldn't get that dream out of his head. He cried every time he woke up, and it made him a miserable person. They had never even recovered her body somehow, saying that there was nothing left. It had now been five years to the day since the accident, and he still had the same nightmare almost every night, unless he went to bed blackout drunk, and that didn't help much.

He was tired of it all. There was no solution. If stress stayed this high he was going to grow gray hair, and he was only twenty eight! Sometimes he just wished something would distract him at work or somewhere else, but despite having an action movie name, nothing ever happened in Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Robert was the local sheriff, and other than that accident five years ago, the town was very boring. The worst report he'd filed since then was a grand theft auto two years ago, and that was just Mr. Johnson's son taking his precious old Roadrunner for a joyride. Robert was convinced that Angel Fire might just be the most boring place on Earth, and sometimes he hated it.

The thing is he couldn't leave. He was raised there, all his friends and loved ones were from there, and he had nowhere to go. His family had been in Angel Fire for generations, there was something tying him there. Plus, who would save good old Mrs. Sanchez from the raccoons in her trashcan at three in the morning? He was the sheriff of this town, and whether or not it bored him to death, which it very well might, he was staying.

He had a terrible migraine, and needed to get ready for work. Right as he was frying an egg, his phone rang. "Great, work" He thought. And sure enough when he answered the phone it was his co-worker Daniel. "Sheriff, we need you here now, we got a job." He figured it was a car accident or something, nothing major ever happened, but he should get going.