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 Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 8:29 am
Introducion
A band of kidnappings in the small city of Rattenburg causes a bit of trouble for the Rattenburg Police. So much so that they have no choice but to call on the best detective they can find, Hunter Wesser.
Hunter Wesser grew up listening to the stories from The Brother's Grimm, as read to him and his older brother by their Grandfather. His favorite story was the Pied Piper of Hamelin. But when this fairy tale becomes reality in the Town of Rattenburg, can Hunter solve the case of who or what the Pied Piper really is?
This is a written series that I'll post a new episode for at least once a week or so.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 6:11 am
Episode I: But a flute
"How their children were stolen away, And there it stands to this very day. And I must not omit to say That, in Transylvania there’s a tribe Of alien people who ascribe To the outlandish ways and dress On which their neighbors lay such stress,
To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some subterranean prison Into which they were trepanned Long time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, But how or why they don’t understand." The old man closed the book as he finished. "That's it for today, boys."
The two boys sood up in their pajamas and groaned. "Aw..."
The old man chuckled. "Nw, now. Off to bed wih the both of you."
"Yes, grandpa." Boh boys said obediently.
The oldest boy headed to bed, while the youngest looked back to his Grandfather. "Grandpa, what did the Pied Piper do with the children after they went through the portal?"
The old man smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "No one knows, my dear boy. They vanished," He snapped his fingers. "Just like that."
The younger boy looked glumly to the ground. "Oh..." He turned away with a more cheery spring. "G'night, Grandpa."
"Good night, Hunter."
He bent down and picked up the flute. It was curious to him why a flute would be laying on the floor of a child's room. For a normal person, it would have been passed off as one of the child's play things. But Hunter Mackinnon was no normal person. Hunter Wesser was a private decective of sorts. He was hired by many people for many jobs, whether bigger than this or smaller. This was just one of his normal gigs, working with the Rattenburg Police. But this case seemed different. It involved a stream of kidnappings that had occurred this week. The police wouldn't have came to him if they had a lead. He knew that too well. He rubbed his chin and looked at the flute. "Hm..."
"Well, looky what we got here. P.I. Hunter." A snarky, yet annoying voice rang. Hunter looked up to see his long time friend, Isaac Strauss. They had worked on many cases together and, it was thanks to Strauss that Hunter had been able to get his big break. "So, what's you're take on it, man?"
Hunter stood up with the flute in hand. "Hm, a stream of kidnappings in the East side of town. The only piece of significance I can find is this." He held up the flute.
"A flute? Really Hunter? That's just a kid's toy." Isaac snickered.
Hunter put one finger in the air. "It could be just a kid's toy, if it were made of just plasic."
He tapped it on the meal railing of the bunk bed that sat in the room. The flute made a metallic clang sound. Isaac seemed impressed. "So, it's really not a kid's toy after all."
Hunter examined the flute. "But what's it got to do with this stream of kidnappings, Hunter?" Isaac asked.
Hunter frowned deeply and set the flute back on the ground. "I... Don't know..."
"That's rich," Isaac snorted. "You, one of the best detectives in the city and you don't know. How about we grab some coffee?"
Hunter nodded and accompanied his old friend out the door.
Hunter Wesser is five foot, seven inches tall. He is slender and tends to seem as though malnourished despite his habit of eating more than the average person. His hair is a medium, messy and mousy brown with a sliver of hair covering his left eye. His eyes are hazel and green mixtures and very rounded in the European fashion. The typical day's wear for him is a pair of cargo pants, converse sneakers, and a t-shirt from his favorite band, Once Alright Rock, covered by a black light jacket.
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High-functioning Trickster
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 8:48 pm
Episode II: Where it Starts
The man fell to the ground and sat on his knees. A man floated down from the sky, floating on a giant Tabor pipe. He held a wicked grin upon his face as the darkness of the night hid his eyes beneath his hunter's cap. The man looked up at the evil being and growled, holding his already bleeding arm. "I want you.... I want you to help me.... Help me kill the man who killed my brother...."
The Piper smiled darkly and roared with laughter. "You want my help, do you?"
The man started to stand, shaking in pain as the Piper pulled out another needle-like knife. He gave the Piper a stern and menacing look. The Piper recoiled, as though startled. He stopped and chuckled a bit more. "You had me going there for a second...."
The Man dropped to his knees again. The Piper sighed. "Fine. I'll aide you in your 'quest'."
Hunter couldn't get it out of his head. He held a gun and pointed it at a man. The shouting of someone yelling no, then a gunshot rang out. The man in front of him fell to the ground dead. That had been four jobs ago. He couldn't pull the trigger and an innocent bystander had jumped in front of Hunter, saving Hunter and losing his own life. "Hunter!"
He snapped back to reality. "Huh?"
Isaac frowned. "Are you alright? You look a little pale, my man."
He waved a hand and grabbed his cup of tea to take a long sip. "I'm fine..."
Isaac set his cup down on the table and leaned across the table to get a once over of Hunter."You don't seem fine. if you were fine, your shirt wouldn't be so meticulously tucked in like that. Usually, your shirt looks like you wore it four weeks in a row."
Hunter looked out the window and up at the clouds, thinking about the flute that he had found at the crime scene. "Come to think of it, wasn't there a different type of woodwind instrument at every crime scene?"
"Huh?"Isaac leaned back and chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, yeah. I guess there was..."
They were both caught in a moment of quiet. It was unusual for them to have nothing to talk about but Hunter seemed different to Isaac. He seemed... More tense. This worried Isaac. Isaac sighed and broke the silence. "Maybe you should call it a day, Hunter."
Hunter looked up. He was taken a bit by surprise. "Huh?"
"Take the rest of the day for yourself. It's obvious something's on your mind. It ain't good to work with your thoughts swirling around." Isaac said. "I'll tell my captain some bogus story that I'll probably make up on the spot, you know?"
Hunter nodded and took another sip of his tea. "Right... Sure, thanks." He cracked a small smile and stood up to go, leaving behind three dollars. "Catch you later."
Isaac nodded and watched Hunter leave the shop. After Hunter left, a man walked up to Isaac and sat down in the booth across from him. "You're doing well, Isaac."
Isaac looked down at the table and smirked. "Well, there isn't much to it."
"Just make sure he doesn't find out about our little organization." The man chuckled.
"Hunter is unusually tuned to the spirit world. He's bound to find out sooner or later." Isaac set his coffee cup to his lips and drank from it.
The man stood to go. "I'd rather he find out later than sooner. Grimm can only take so much of this kidnapper's crap. We have to eliminate The Pied Piper at all costs before Hunter does figure it out."
Isaac looked up at the man. "There are repercussions for this case, aren't there?" This was starting to worry him.
The man nodded, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in between his lips. "Yes. It could cause another dimensional rift, like what happened in Hamelin centuries ago. Hunter Wesser must never meet with the Pied Piper."
Grimm is an organization that spends it's time and resources fighting against the supernatural and, of course, the fairy tales from The Brother's Grimm that somehow manage to become a part of the town of Rattenburg.
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