~Bloodied Pearls~ MCYT Story

Chapter 1

August 19th, 1994. Painswick, Gloucestershire

   It was a busy evening in the police department, the sound of phones ringing and people chatting about the latest news filling the rooms. It was exactly what anyone would expect, really. Not a very interesting place.

   The little detective crew had just received news of a suspected murder victim being found at the local cemetary, the body including the marks of their recent case.

   In a different room, a tall lanky man, a ginger fox looking boy and another who wore a dark blue beanie that had 'LAFD' stitched into it were huddling around the large wooden table, sharing hushed words.

   They had been working on this case to no avail, still not gaining many leads throughout the two months of working on it. The three of them would be going out to investigate the case

   "Alright gang, this time will be different. I'm sure we can find something useful this time. Something to at least point us in the right direction." The curly haired brit tried to lighten the slightly glum mood in the room though it was hard when he wasn't feeling the best himself.

   Wilbur Soot. The leader type of person. He made sure everyone in their little group was on task and not goofing off. He organized most of their findings that were found at crime scenes, usually taking pictures and hanging them up like one would see in one of those cliche murder mysteries.

   "Gang? Who are you? Fred Jones?" The beanie wearer chuckled, leaning back in his swivel chair.

   The great Alexis Caddel- or Quackity as many call him. First impressions with this person may seem well- not very professional, but when he needs to be he'll straighten up almost immediately. He's also one of the greatest minds on the detective team. Brilliant ideas come with a brilliant mind.

   "I think it's fitting, actually." Wilbur grinned, flicking his hair back a little. They were detectives after all. Though, the Scooby Doo gang weren't detectives and more just random kids who solve mysteries. Same difference.

   "Sure you would, Soot." The orange haired rolled his eyes, adjusting the black cap on his head.

   Ah, there he is. Floris Vos, or Fundy, was a good individual. Good in smarts and personality. He excelled at coding, being able to program some extremely impressive things. Fundy was usually the one who informed the crew of new cases along with informing the media with small details. 

   They shared a few laughs before Wilbur put an end to all the giggles. They had work to do. Especially if they wanted this solved soon- which definitely wasn't going to happen. It had already been awhile and nothing new had come up.

   The three gathered a few items consisting of latex gloves, a camera, a sketch pad, plastic baggies and caution tape. These items were stored in a small red duffle bag that Alex carried. After leaving their little meeting room they were stopped by the one and only, Chief of Police, Scott Smajor.

   Scott was the highest rank in the department. He's in charge of organization, administration and the main operation of the police department. So to put it shortly, he was the big boss. The highly respected and wise, Scott Smajor. Without him the entire office would be a train wreck.

   "Leaving already?" Scott raised an eyebrow, taking a glance down at his watch. The crew was leaving a bit earlier than they said they were. You know what they say, the early bird catches the worm.

   "Yes Sir. Just getting a small headstart." Wilbut replied to the superior, his posture straightening a great bit. The older man always intimidated him- it was just something about him. Probably because of the higher authority.

   "Oh. Alright then.." The Chief smiled while he watched the three begin to walk off. "Be careful!"

   "You got it, chief! You can count on us!" Alex called back with a little wave. Scott chuckled at this. Their group were always a more energetic bunch. Probably because they got along so well.

   Back with The Three Musketeers- or something-, they had all signed out, making some quiet small talk on the way to the car.

   "I call shotgun!" Alex shouted, running over to the passenger's side, making Fundy groan in annoyance.

   "You got it last time!" The ginger huffed and walked over to stand next to the darker haired boy.

   "Should've called it sooner then!" Alex grinned, pulling the car door open and sliding inside immediately after Wilbur unlocked the doors.

   With a sigh, Floris walked off to sit in the back seat. He'd probably just sulk the whole way to the scene. It was the same routine every time they had to do this. It was just an endless loop. The scene's were always the same. No clues, no leads, it was always either one of the two symbols. But maybe... just maybe, this time would be different.

A/N:
Sorry this took so long I've been feelin extra lazy ;-; But I hope you enjoyed!
-Doc