《What goes on at MIDNIGHT?》


 CHAPTER ONE

    Detective Lucashad just received another award by the city council. He had again solved yet another case; the murder of the father of Vanessa, a six-year-old. The killer''s name was Fletcher,a juvenile delinquent recently released from prison. "You have done it yet again Luke,"his partner said to him as they discussed the issues of the city.


    "I think all of this is just one big conspiracy," detective Lucassaid, "This should somehow be connected to all the recent disappearances, think about it!" "You always think 20 steps ahead, why not just focus on your celebration, they are going to dedicate a whole street to you! do you know what people would do in order to have that same thing done for them?""How many times will I repeat this," detective Lucasoften said. "I am not a detective for all the awards, I am a detective to crack all the tough cases of this city."


    The next day detective Lucaswas headingto his office around 7:00am. When he got there, he noticed something on the floor, he switched on the lightandhe saw his partner lying on the ground, DEAD. "But this didn''t make any sense!" he thought. There is no sign of a gun shotor any kind of stabwound. If he was poisoned that wouldn''t make any sense because the last thing he ate was freshly picked vegetables from his own garden, so what killed him!"Detective Lucasquickly left. Just five minutes later, the police arrived after an anonymous tip to go to that location.


    The police men at the scene went to the station to locate the suspected killer. When they got his location they dispatched several officers to find him and bring him back. By this time detective Lucas was close to the airport, he booked a flight to Singapore. "What is that car still doing there?" the detective thought, "It''s been following me for the past hour," when the he was done with his booking, he checked the back of his car through his interactive display and saw something that agitated him. "That car has been following me all this while but there''s no driver." The detective took a deep breath, shook a little and saw nothing when he checked again for the riderless car.


    He checkedthe previous video he took of the riderless car. "It can''t be!" he exclaimed. "There is no car in this video!"He could hear the sounds that the car in the video made but saw nothing!His mind quickly cleared up the moment he heard the police siren. He wanted to immediately stop his car and turn to the police for help but all thoughts of his vanished the moment he heard,"Detective LucasRoss,you are under arrestfor suspected murder," these words made him sure that for the first time ever, on a case as big as this he was on his own.


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    He knew he couldn''t just turn himself in because that would mean the disappearance of hundreds of people, the murder of his partner, Harry, would forever remain a mystery. He wasn''t going to let the person who killed his partner go unpunished, he was going to set things straight himself, even if he had to bend the law to so. He was approaching a mountain area, then he thought a little, "Perhaps if I just slow them down, then I can gain extra distance." He stopped his car, went up the side next to the mountain road and pushed some rocks down, immediately after, he got into his car and fled the scene.


    The police got to that area and heard rumbling noises, they went to check out the rocks and after their inspection,a series of events took place after which all the rocks went tumbling on the road. "Well that means we have to reroute," said one of the officers, "I''m sure all this was caused by that detective, I never really trusted that man," said Jason, anofficer at the scene.


    Detective Lucaswas approaching the airport, when he got there he saw something that shocked him to his core,Jason, a police officer,was there as an aviation officer. He saw a billboard, with his pictures on them,"How did they set all this up already?" he thought but didn''t have time to dwell on them. He was quickly withdrawn from his thoughts when he heard an announcement saying,"The man seen in these photos is wanted, if seen,please report to the police".


    He felt the pressure, he had to somehow get through aviation, but even if he did all the people would still see his face in the airport or on the plane. He didn''t know what to do. Suddenly, he saw an aviation officer giving him hand signals to come over. He thought he was caught and he went over, but what happened surprised him, the aviation officer offered him help.


    He said, "I don''t know, but I have this gut feeling that you are innocent, you have done so much for this city and state in general."He snuck the detective through aviation and not long after, hewas about to board the plane when he heard a group of men call out, "So you have decided to work with a serial killer Luke!,""Itdidn''t make any sense,"hethought, they kept calling the aviation officer Donald Climber a serial killer that had been terrorizing the state.


    The police men at the scene didn''t hesitate to gun down the aviation officer, before he departed, he said, "Damn, We had waited all the days of our lives for this moment, all the time we spent doing anything at all, to end like this, what is the need for power or riches but to satisfy one''s self, but what does it mean to truly ''satisfy one''s self''? does it mean to reach the standards of everyone around you or your personal standards? either way no matter how your life turns out, we all share the same faith, life was given beautifully, only to be taken so gruesomely." He took another breath and was gone.

 CHAPTER 2

    On the plane detective Lucas had to make sure no one had a good look at his face, "Hey you look familiar," said the person sitting next to him. "Well I have no idea of who you are talking about," the detective said. "Never mind," responded the person sitting next to him. "Hey Luke!" one passenger shouted. "Shit," he thought, "I''ve been spotted, maybe I can just clear things up with that guy," as he turned to where the person was sitting he noticed he was talking to someone else.


    "I should be able to sleep through everything and maybe just maybe¡­", his thoughts were cut short the moment he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. While he was reminiscing old times he noticed a man signaling an air hostess in sign language, "Its time," What could that mean? he then remembered that there was a package labeled Trinitrotolueno which was obviously code for TNT.


    The detective quickly alerted another air hostess about the bomb, she asked if his name was Lucas, the airline made all the members of staff see his face, and remember it. "There''s no time for that! can''t you hear me saying there''s a bomb on this plane!" "Sir, you will have to come with me," the air hostess said in an annoyed tone.


    "Well it''s now or never", detective Lucas said briefly before running into the first class section of the plane, grabbing a HUGE blanket, opening the emergency escape and jumping out of the plane, he fell for about a minute before he heard a thunderous boom. "Well that was close," he thought. He immediately used the blanket as some sort of parachute. It was difficult for the him to maneuver it but at the end he was lucky enough to land on an island.


    "Being on this island should give me some time to think of my next move," he said. "Well that was strange, it''s not every day you jump out of a plane right before it explodes," he said jovially. He heard a sound from the bushes, "Who''s there!," he demanded, but there was no response. He didn''t feel comfortable after that incident, usually, one would believe it to be an animal in the bushes, but he was sure it was a human.


    "Rather odd," he thought. He went into the forest to get fire wood and other necessities, by nightfall the detective had made a tent, roasted some fish and was already brainstorming on ways to get off the island. "I wonder who would put a bomb on a plane," he thought.


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    He couldn''t sleep, he just couldn''t rest before knowing he was in the clear. "I can''t think properly, I have to go outside." He then climbed a tree, "This fresh air is what really changes it all." "O my," he whispered, "It''s those noises from the exact same bushes as before," this time he didn''t just hear noises coming from the bushes, he saw a dark figure come out of it to. "I have to take a closer look at that thing," the detective thought.


    He jumped from tree to tree but his last jump made a lot of noise. The dark figure moved close to him. He had to think fast because if he didn''t he may just loose his life. The figure came closer and closer but there was something he noticed about it, as it drew nearer he saw that the dark figure wasn''t human but rather a humanoid. It didn''t have a face or wear any clothes, it was just like a person wearing a shadow over their whole body.


    He was lucky enough to find a loose branch. He immediately threw it far away, it took the attention of the dark figure and it moved to that location. "I can''t think straight under these conditions," he said. He had no choice, he had to climb deeper into the tree so that the leaves would conceal him and the dark figure won''t see him.


    "What have I gotten myself into? what sort of creature was that? how would I get off this island,? I feel like I''m being watched where ever I go!" he screamed. "Screaming won''t change anything, I have to reason." Detective Lucas didn''t know what to do, how could he possibly escape this island in the time he had and what if he spent to long on the it? that humanoid might just get him.


    He had a look at the sky, "Feeling this amount of humidity, the movement of the clouds and the temperatures sudden decrease, it is easy to say that a storm is coming." With this information the detective had a crazy idea, he thought that if he could somehow manipulate the winds movement then he should be able to get off the island. "Gathering all this wood is crazy work but if I somehow do it all before the storm is over then I should be able to get to a more habitable area." "Seems the storm is starting, I better go and get more supplies."


    "No, how could this be possible? this doesn''t make any sense, how could a whole island be turning to ash!" he was horrified, suddenly he felt something holding his shoulder, he turned around but saw nothing. He heard someone calling his name but when he answered he just heard a scrambled noise, over and over he heard the same noise, then he saw something on the floor, it was a weird symbol, he picked it up and put it in his pocket. He saw the island disappearing right before his eyes and it took every living thing with it, he immediately ran over to his boat and he was of like lightning.


    The rough winds were hard to maneuver but he tamed it and after about four hours he saw a huge storm cloud but there was one big problem, the cloud was in the middle of the ocean. The detective had to go around the cloud. The boat he made basically came undone but he managed to reach dry land.

 CHAPTER THREE

    It wasn''t all that hard to blend in¡ªover here, no one knew he was on the run.


    "I can''t believe I made it out alive. I think turning myself in to the police now would do no good," he thought, beginning to feel better.


    "Um, excuse me, what country is this?" he asked jokingly.


    "This is England," the person replied in a terrible English accent.


    "Seriously?" he said. "Sure doesn''t look like England."


    "That''s because this isn''t England, blockhead¡ªit''s Australia," the same person responded.


    "I have to clear my mind," he muttered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the mysterious symbol he had obtained on the island.


    "Where did you get that from?" a passerby asked. "It''s rumored that only the prime minister has such a thing."


    "If only the prime minister has this, then he must be connected to the incident on the island," the detective thought. He pondered how he could get his hands on whatever the people believed the prime minister possessed.


    "There''s no way I can get close enough to him to confirm if he actually has this symbol," he mused.


    As the detective sifted through his thoughts, he overheard a group of people discussing an upcoming parade where the prime minister would be present. If the prime minister was away, perhaps he could sneak into his office and uncover information related to the symbol and the other supernatural events.


    "How can I get into the office and retrieve the documents I need?" he wondered aloud.


    "No time for second thoughts. The parade is in two days¡ªhow will I get in?"


    Unbeknownst to him, he had been speaking his thoughts out loud, drawing the attention of a passerby who seemed intrigued by his words.


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    "I understand what you''re saying," the stranger said. "Many people went missing and never returned. Every case has led to a dead end."


    "And who exactly are you supposed to be?" the detective asked, narrowing his eyes.


    "Someone who can get you into the prime minister''s office."


    The detective found it hard to believe the stranger, but he had no other options.


    "You look pretty beaten up. Mind explaining what happened to you?"


    "Just know that I didn''t get here by any normal means."


    "How do you plan on getting me into the prime minister''s office, anyway?"


    "Because I''m part of his personal guard."


    At that moment, everything clicked¡ªthe man''s confidence suddenly made sense.


    "Wait. If you''re his personal guard, shouldn''t you be with the prime minister?"


    He had found the flaw in the man''s story. Suspicion crept into his mind. He never truly believed in fate, and just as he was about to press further¡ª


    "Maybe I''m not with the prime minister because I''m on holiday," the man interrupted. "You ought to think things through a little more."


    "My name is John, by the way."


    "And mine is Jude," the detective replied.


    He still found it difficult to trust John, so when he was invited to John''s house, he declined.


    "Can''t you use your card to buy some decent clothes?" John asked.


    That''s when John remembered the detective''s earlier comment about not getting "here" by normal means. Now, he was the one beginning to wonder who couldn''t be trusted.


    The detective realized he was in a tough spot¡ªhe had to explain the past few weeks to a complete stranger in order to justify himself. After he recounted his experiences, John was speechless. Normally, he would have dismissed the story as madness, but for him to know about the conspiracy meant his tale had to check out.


    John provided him with clean clothes, and he spent the night in John''s garage.


    The next day, he walked with John, getting to know his way around. As he listened to John''s conversations with others, he gathered information. One thing became clear¡ªeveryone he spoke to disliked the prime minister.


    It seemed that the prime minister had somehow forced himself into power and that the election had been heavily rigged.


    He suspected that the people''s hatred toward their leader was connected to the conspiracy.


    "I know it''s strange that nobody likes him," John admitted. "I''ve been with him firsthand, and I know he''s no ordinary man. He''s superstitious and has an unusual obsession with the occult. But aside from that, nothing else stands out."


    "The operation to find the documents shouldn''t take more than sixty seconds¡ªif we''re counting on not getting caught," John calculated.


    "How do we break into the prime minister''s office?" he asked.


    As soon as he posed the question, he realized something¡ªthe documents were probably not even kept in the prime minister''s office.


    His expression shifted, and John immediately noticed. They had come to the same realization.