Creptus Val Saga: Prelude

Creptus Val Saga: The Diary of Alana Astra.

By Vanessa Miranda

Prelude: In Naomi's House


When Terrance Redgleaf arrived at the home of Naomi Elizabeth Pirkle, it greeted him with the sight of one of his most talented reps body; lying on the floor; Dead. Her skin, once a warm, rich, olive-brown, had now been turned into a most horrid blue-gray color of ash; her features still etched in the surprise shock of her untimely and unknown demise and her room-mate and friend, who had answered his phone call when Naomi could not, was no where to be found. Standing before her, he closed his eyes for a moment; in silent respect for her passing. He scarcely heard the footsteps of his MRD troops filing in one by one, closing the area and creating a perimeter to separate the destructive scene from the public and curious neighbors. He gave orders, then, for the units to divide and comb over the rooms. See if anyone or anything was still around. He then turned his attention to the details of the demolished room.

It was a beautiful afternoon and sunlight peaked through the blinds; its golden-red like radiance showing the place had old wooden floor boards and white washed walls and yet no such light, no matter how bright and brilliant it may be, did not dispel the discomfort and eeriness of the scene. The room ranked in darkness, fear and the stench of death. The sordid vibes pulsating like vines underneath skin. Terrance did all he could to push back all the concerns of all the chaos that had been happening the past couple of weeks and a full month threaten to bring this to a close; putting the rest of the MRD in a major strain. The first accounts have been an abnormal uprising of deaths and disappearances around the outskirts of Plains and Greenpest. And from what his out sources have reported, the trial could stretch out so far as Creptus Val and Oliverious Pite. Naomi had been a vital testimonial to this, often sending Terrance highly updated news of where latest attacks have been seen in his home town. It has been highly regarded now that Creputs Val may have been the birth to all this. ‘Out of all Places” Terrance gave a sarcastic though, when he asked Naomi if they found the root of the source yet. Naomi replied regretfully that they have not, but will continue to try diligently and keep him tightly informed. This was until her friend fell ill and she needed to help her. But even with that, it did not get in the way of what Naomi does.

“and now this” Terrance thought turning away from the body and though he could stand there for hours contemplating on this daunting feeling that he had not experience since that dark night in Creptus Val back 15 years ago, and the events prior, he chose to focus on the up turned table and chairs in the little dinning area. There was glass on the floor, broken plates, cups and cutlery. This gave Terrance a clue that they were having a meal before all this started. Then messy trail led him to the living room. There was a mirror and stand. A fomer set of some kind. He noticed two if his officers taking extreme interest on the right side of the mirror. When one moved to the side, Terrance saw a bullet hole.

So there was a gun involved, Terrance grimaced as he took this in. Naomi was always one to use her gun, unless absolutely if necessary. ‘Wasn’t proper,’ she’d say. However, as home now looked, it told a different story. Something bad must have happened for her to pull out that gun. And where was her friend and room-mate? The one that had answered Naomi's phone and begged him to hurry here? As he was about to approach and join the two officers, a third one approached Terrance, and reported that everything was all clear. No one around.

“But we found this,” The third officer had said, and gave Terrance a note book with with a letter. “It’s address to you.”

Terrance opened the letter.

To Terrance Regleaf of the MRD:

If you've received this, I have already left. Please do not persue me. I might be a danger to you and everyone.

I do not expect anyone who is apart of your faction to find this letter sane, composed or even logical. Something happened here that is too horrid to tell. My hands shake as I write this and I want you to know that sincerely, I did not kill Naomi but yet I have the disgusting feeling that I might have been responsible for her death somehow. Something is happening to me and I feel I'm being watched from unseen shadows.

But if hope had not forsaken this planet-moon already, then what I do wish is for you to read this small journal I have kept tracking the events up until now attached to this letter. I hope it finds you well.

"Anything else, in the sweep?" Terrance asked the young officer, while he fingered the pages of the diary.
"We found this as well. Seems to be a vail of some kind," the officer handed the bag to him, and took a look at the contents. It was a vail of transparent blue-violet liquid.

A vail that looked eerily familiar to him. His gut clenched at the thought. His gaunt features tight with growing concern. It couldn't be, he thought but he had to be sure. Then Terrance looked at the little thin note book and then remember the haunting plea in that woman's voice. He turned back to face his squad.

"Secure the premiter for the entire day and night. I have some reading to do."