The Library<br/><br/>Lisa slammed her hands upon the front desk as she groaned in frustration. The frustration being one of disappointment and that of anger towards herself. "God damn it!" She exclaimed as she glared down towards the desk. Her eyes watered with tears. "Why is this so hard!?" A thick, wrinkled and paled hand had been placed upon her shoulder. "Oh Mon Chéri, don' you be cryin." Pleaded Ol' Guillaume in a soft tone. Lisa sighed, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, It just.." Guillaume hushed her and hugged her tight. "Now Miss Adeline, don you be mad you'r self now. This is why Ol' Guillaume and Miss Jo'lean are here." Lisa smiled and thanked Guillaume.<br/><br/>"That's right!" Agreed Jo'lean as she approached from behind the two with a large book in hand. "It's not like we haven't made any progress with this old tome." She placed the book down on the desk where Lisa's hands had been. "We are just lucky that the school was able to keep it hidden for as long as they did." Lisa and Guillaume both nodded in agreement and glare down. The book, a relic of ancient times, they had gathered predated ancient biblical verses. They had figured this through out the summer as they deciphered several of the pages. Yet even to their best abilities. They were still in the dark as of many of the pages were possibly ripped out, or change completely<br/><br/>"Maybe you should ask the sheriff?" Inquired Jo'Lean as she flipped through some of the pages. "A ssskkk the sheirff... I ummm..umm, why would i do that?" Jo'Lean smirked. "Oh knock it off honey! Don't think I haven't noticed you undressing him with your eyes every time you see him. That and Iv'e watched him do the same exact thing to you!" Lisa giggled and shook her head. "Not going to happen. A man like him wouldn't be interested in a woman like me. Iv'e heard about some of his exploits. The guy is one of those "action" types." Jo'Lean sighed and placed her hands on her hips. "Listen to me Lisa. You are a fine looking girl. Who deserves some happiness in her life, and how the hell do you know what he likes. I say you go talk to him! He may be willing to help you on this." Guillme, who had been listening beside them chuckled and added his own insight on the matter. "I agree Miss Adeline, you best be chatting with that fellow. As a man who has enjoyed the company of some lovely cajun queens. I can tell when a woman needs some lovin in her life." Lisa sighed, and glare down at the book. "I guess talking to him couldn't hurt.."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div><br/><br/>Amara<br/><br/>Alex and Lisa sighed, and glared down at the counter. Their eyes then met as they turned to face each other. "We are screwed." They both agreed as they turned back towards the counter. Their eyes were at this point tinted with a bright shade of gold. "We need the book, and we traced it here..." Their voices were synced in perfect unison as they spoke to Madeline. "You and your ******* of a boss will give us the book, or we will swallow your soul!" The locks on the doors of the cafe locked on their own. The air in the cafe became stale and smelled of death. The two people who were standing in front of the counter changed into ghoulish fiends with pale white eyes, and decayed flesh. They twitched erratically as they smashed their hands upon the counter.<br/><br/>They met each other eyes once more and then turned on Madeline. "She won't tell us...she is not able to tell us..we will make her tell us!" The scene that unfolded on camera was..hard for anyone with a weak stomach to watch. Poor Madeline never stood as a chance as they creatures descended upon her in a horrific manner. The entire interior of the cafe was not spared from the carnage as they ransacked and sprawled inside it. The outer windows were smashed out, which caused those in the vicinity of the shop to turned their heads towards the ruckus. "What the hell!?" Exclaimed Matt as he glared down the street. The Mayor and News Reporter were still in their interview when they too turned towards the noise. Matt reached around towards the driver's side of his police vehicle and radioed for back up.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the creatures continued to crash and smash their way through the cafe.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>Kitti & Wolf<br/><br/>How do you explain a school system in a town like Eversprings. Hopefully a normal one where the faculty and students were not at all strange. Then again in a town this size some things couldn't help but be a little odd. Maybe it was the teachers who rarely ever went home, or maybe the principle that seemed to only be around in certain spots at certain times. That or it could be the school food that tasted like cardboard, on good days. In some aspect maybe it was just the water. Everyone can blame the water right? Nahh it can't be that..or was it? You could always just ask the obscured little gnome. That was rumored to of lived around the area since the founding of the school.<br/><br/>Of course those are just rumors, and have no real solid truth to them. "Aye! Not at all true mates! I promise ye!"<br/><br/>Fendrex was a strange figure who lived in the crawl spaces around school. He had made his home here, and for the most had left most of the staff here alone. It was a decent life, and it brought with some simple pleasures he learned to enjoy. Food, water, warm spaces, chances use a pool when no one was around, and even enjoyed watching the pretty girls as they walked around the school. He also kept an eye on certain.."unsettling things" that haunted the halls of the high school. Yes there things in this school that even he watched, and stayed weary of.<br/><br/>One such thing was the murdered soul of a 16 year old girl. She had tendencies to haunt certain classrooms during lunchtime. She wasn't so bad, unless you counted faint whispers in ya ear, or sharp pinches on ya flesh unsettling. There was even a locker that was rumored to be cursed, and for who ever was unlucky to have it that particular year. Was always doomed with bad luck all year long. That and also there may be a ghoul that stalked the basement of the school. Which may sorta drag unlucky students who were unfortunate enough to stay after school, to their death.. Yeah ok so maybe this was kinda screwed up school...but that's high-school right?<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>Hunter<br/><br/>There had been a loud cough in the backroom behind the counter. One which had been followed by a wheeze and continuous coughing. A figure, one which seemed hunched foreword. Carried out a large oxygen tank on wheels. "Hold on damn it, I'm a coming!!" Rich, the owner of  of the shop, motioned foreword towards the front of the counter. Rich was a old fishermen who had lived in the town with his family since the<br/>late 60's. Rumored to be rather "strange" in every sense of the word. Locals were always rather thrown off by himself and his "family." As he stood there behind the counter, his mouth covered by a breathing mask. He glared up at the stranger in his shop. "Yeah, what do ya want youngin?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile another figure appeared out of the backroom. "Gramps, what the hell are you doing out of bed!?" His grandson Lawrence, a rather rude, and somewhat unsavory type. Marched over towards Rich. Rich, appeared to be a tattered jeans wearing hillbilly. His grandson was no different in that aspect. Both of them wore overalls and flannel shirts that looked like they seen better days. "Now who the hell is this!?" He inquired as he leaned on part of the counter next to his grandpa.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div><br/><br/>Haruna<br/><br/>Issac smiled at her response. "I was hoping you take me up on this offer-" It was at that moment something struck him from the side. A sudden burst of pressure that had felt like he had just been pummeled with a hammer. He nearly spilled his coffee as he placed it in the cup holder beside him. His hands trembled, and his mind throbbed with pain. The same glow that affected him that day at the office overtook him as he glared out the window. "I..I...I can see..horrific things." He briefly mentioned he swung open the driver's side door. He glared out down the main street of the town. Down towards the row of shops that lined the sides of the sidewalk.<br/><br/>It was there he saw a waking nightmare. Blood and gore smeared on the walls. Hideous monstrosities lurking in the shadows. Pale eyes that glowed an eerie shade of yellowish..Laughter, fear, unthinkable actions taken by unfeeling creatures. It was then that he turned towards Lerisa in the car. "Come! You want proof! It starts here!" With that he followed the trail of energy down the sidewalk towards whatever had caused the disturbance.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div>