We are all a little bit insane. In the depths of every human's mind, behind the whirring circuits and engine-like flow of molecules, beneath the layer of logic and rationality, dwells a sinister nucleus of pure insanity. It is alive. It beats and pulses and contains a plethora of gateways within its makeup. Humans rest easy by shutting this creature away, hoping it never augments or takes control. For the most part, we are successful. Until, however, the layers of logic and rationality peel away, the dams of defense breached and torn, letting loose an evil which Pandora could only dream of concealing. The circuits overheat, the molecules expand and combust, handing control over to this former prisoner of nowhere.<br/><br/>This was the only explanation the people of Worcester could come up with. Police had attempted to keep matters isolated "until further details could be acquired," but everyone was aware the reason for concealment was because of the gruesome circumstances of this act of insanity. The forest was blocked off by cop cars and yellow tape, even though the true dangers were well beyond the edges of the verdant maze.<br/><br/>"Mike, we got a new case for yah." The file slid across the desk as Detective Mike Brewer stopped it with his hand. His office was dimly lit, with the only solid illumination coming from the open blinds which overlooked the city, and was in perfect view of the chatoyant stars and gleaming full moon. Mike's boss, Chief David Cox, had tossed him the file.<br/><br/>Detective Brewer opened the manilla file. It contained newspaper articles.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Local Worcester Teen Missing After a Week"</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Worcester High School Teens Still Missing"</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Toddler, Father Found Scratched in Worcester Forest"</span><br/><br/>Detective Brewer looked up. "Chief, what am I looking at? Couple people go exploring in the forest and get lost, how's that my problem? Call up those local punks," he scoffed.<br/><br/>"Look at the last article, Mike," Chief Cox said. Mike turned over the page and read the headline:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Family Found Dead, Maimed in Worcester Forest"</span><br/><br/>"Your partner will be here shortly, Mike," Chief Cox said, turning to leave.<br/><br/>Mike jerked his head up, incredulously exclaiming, "Partner?"