The little girl just stood there. Her eyes fixated on Matt. She had continued to sing this strange lullaby that tempted the sheriff to put a bullet through her head. Added the children's laughter, which even that began to annoy the hell out of him. All of this combined had finally convinced Matt to just ignore the girl, and the damn singing. He turned around, away from the singing child. He approached John, the little girl still singing in the background. "Alright you check out John. If there is a girl out here in the woods. I can reassure you that we will find her." At this point it had become more and more clear that whatever this thing was. It was going to require more then just a simple sheriff's department.<br/><br/>At that moment something miraculous had occurred. The singing had stopped. He turned around, but to his surprise the girl was still there. Now she just stood there in silence. Even the laughter had seemed to die down a bit. He shrugged it off, and turned back towards John. "There is a decent bar in town ran by Cait and her sons. Very nice lady to get to know. I say go visit there after you drop Ashley off." With those last words to John. Matt turned back around towards his truck, and decided he would do his best to put this all behind him. All the while the little girl's attention seemed not to leave Matt.<br/><br/>The sheriff had reached his vehicle, and as he did. He noticed the girl had become transparent. He sighed, but knew that the little girl was nothing more then a minor tool to something greater. She was never really there, and for all tenses and purposes. Neither was the laughter. He placed his hand on the door handle of his driver's side door, and lifted the handle up. The truck's door opened with a slight squeak. Matt jumped into the seat of the truck, and decided to close the door. He sat there for a moment or two in silence. His face planted in his arms for a moment. He quietly turned his head towards the outside of his window. The little girl had vanished completely. At least that had been handled.<br/><br/>It was then that he decided to take out his cellphone. He looked up his contacts, and stopped once he had reached the one he was looking for. "Director", a simple one word name. One that when uttered by those like Matt. Held a power that only few in life would ever understand. Though for Matt it was just an old contact that he never bothered removing from his contacts. That wasn't Matt's life anymore, but a faded memory. Matt was a sheriff. Just a sheriff, nothing more. He glared at the name for a while. His finger ever hovering over the screen's face. He wanted to press it. To bring an end to this little slice of madness, but this wasn't the right time. Instead he scrolled through the list until he reached another name. "Tom." He smirked and pressed down on the phone's screen. It rang, and after two rings. It picked up.<br/><br/>"Hey man. I need a favor. Yeah one of those favors. How soon can you get up here? Alright thanks. Yeah you might want to bring up at least a dozen. Yeah Ill explain in more detail when you get up here. See you in about a week."<br/><br/>With that, Matt hung up. He made a call that he may regret later, but it was a call none the less.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><br/><br/>The mood in the sheriff's department was that of a rather chaotic environment. Phone calls from almost every single local in town had the dispatcher's working double time. Deputies were rushing around trying to make sense of it all. "911 what is your emergency!?" Those exact words had been echoed for the last hour. "Has anyone seen Matt!?' One of the deputies called out as they had strapped on their bulletproof vest. One of the deputies who stood beside him glared. Were things in town really getting that bad? For a Everspring's officer to even contemplate putting on body armor? Things were never this bad before. The other deputies followed suit. No one knew truly understood the current circumstance. Yet after today. You better believe no one in that sheriff's department were taking chances.<br/><br/>"Yo! There is a damn old man asleep on the front steps!" Called out a deputy with their shotgun's shoulder strap swung over their shoulder. Another deputy responded back. "Get him off the damn steps then!" It seemed that a random vagabond sleeping on their steps was not on top of their list of concerns. Yet even with that in mind. The deputy with a loaded 12 gage strung over his shoulder was a bit too iffy on bothering some nobody. The deputy turned, and marched outside the door. He glared at old man for a moment or two, and then cursed the damn foul smelling creature. "Come on damn it, wake up!?" He said as he tried to tap the old man with the front of his boot.<br/><br/>Luckily for him. Matt had pulled up just in time. "What the fuck?" Matt said to himself as he stepped out of vehicle. "Whats going on here!?"<br/>Called out Matt towards the deputy. "Well sheriff there was kinda an issue with this old man sleeping on the front steps..." Matt nodded in response to those words. " I can see that. Anyone try to wake up the poor soul?" The deputy shrugged slightly. "Well you see sheriff...I.." Matt raised his hand for the deputy to stop, and then approached the old man slowly. "Grab me some water, and a blanket please." He said as he turned up towards the deputy. The deputy nodded and went back on inside the department. Matt just stood there a few feet from the old man. Something about the frail figure was sending him some bad vibes.<br/><br/>Sam's and Micky's entrance into the police station at this point would be indeed an easy one. Not one single officer was interested in guarding the back door to the station. Not even to bother with keeping an eye on the evidence locker which to be honest. Was a small room with a fragile security system. In fact it seemed that any type of money that the Mayor has shoveled into the town. None had went into the department, yeah no one in the department really liked the man. Besides that with everything as it was. The only thing life threatening at the very moment was the lack of much needed coffee and bake good run.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><br/><br/>The next moments for Issac were critical. As he took the case from Lerisa. He placed it on the desk before him. At this point it was all a matter taking out the already prepared serum filled needle. The case, a metallic shade of blue, on the outside appeared to be just that. A simple case, but only on the outside. Once Issac had pressed his hands up against both ends of the case. A bright glow began to overtake the case, and as it did so. Issac spoke in some foreign language, and as he finished it opened. A faint misty vapor began to develop from the now open case. One which Issac had grown a custom to seeing. He reached inside the case, and took out a single tube.<br/><br/>In the tube was a needle. Filled with a serum that was not something you could find in any drug store. Even in pure agony, Issac was able to give himself the needle. He had stuck it into his neck. Which had been the best spot for him to disperse it into his blood system. Once he had taken the serum. Issac already could feel the affects kicking in. He stood there still, hands pressed against the desk. His mind started to become numb, and the glow in his body slowly died out. It would take about an full hour or two for Issac to fully settle down, but it was what needed. Issac, who was now seated in a waiting chair. Had become very much aware that this had all happened in front of his now very confused secretary.<br/><br/>"Lerisa. I am sure you have many questions." Whispered Issac in a faint voice." No damn kidding, who would blame the woman if she thought the worse? Issac was a freak, a unnatural human, and he knew it. It was hard to allow others into his secrets, but for his safety. He needed to take control of the situation before it got worse. "What has just occurred Lerisa, you need to keep it here. In this office please."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><br/><br/>Cait didn't have an answer for the two girls. She wished she did, but no. She could only fall back on instincts as a mother, and a protector of her home. She gave the girls a subtle smile, and turned towards her sons. "I think we should bring out some of the good liquor." With those words. Her sons knew what their mother really was trying to do. She had done what she always has done. Make things better so that everyone is in good spirits. She looked out for her family, and her patrons. She protected her pack, and would always make sure no harm was brought to her den.<br/><br/>"Girls" Cait said with a smile still lingering on her face. "I have some more interesting meals and drinks I had ordered for you and the other patrons. If you have the time though. I know both of you are busy with your shops." Making conversation was a skill of hers, small talk, and even convincing others that everything was fine. Her oldest son had already departed from the bar, and out towards his truck outside.  What he had went for was some extra protection for the bar. Something he was very certain about. A pump action 10 gage shotgun. One which was special garnished with the depiction of creatures of the night.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><br/>The old fair grounds were a grass covered void of what once resembled a more happier place. Now overgrown with plant life, and overshadowed by tall oaks. Wildlife stalked through the under brushes, and deer grazed in the fields. Even the remains of old circus tents and booths had begun to be reclaimed by nature. In some way it was natural, and in perfect harmony with the environment around the old fair grounds. Though that was about to change. A single vehicle had driven up towards the old abandon grounds. One which when recognized was known to belong to the mayor. Except it wasn't the mayor who had stepped out of the backseat of the car.<br/><br/>It was Miss Wilson. Whom had began to observe the entire area. She stood there, her mind picturing the vision that the mayor had shared with her. She could see it, and already feel it. There was something a bit uneasy about it, but she knew the mayor already was set in his ways. All she could do now was take out her phone and make a call. A call which would start a restoration project the likes eversprings has never seen before. One which would not just clear out the fairgrounds, but pressure things that were better off forgotten. Again it was uncertain of the plans which lied ahead for eversprings, but whatever they were. It was something that would bring one hell of a wake up call. A call that would shake eversprings down to it's very core.