June 5th, 1962
Chapter 1:
New York was overpopulated. You had to shuffle to just travel on a sidewalk. It was an ordinary morning. Wake up, long for the day i'd get a girl of my own, and drag my ass to the kitchen to eat cereal. Then i'd put on my uniform and head over to the station. My name is Officer Ferris Grant. I'm fifty four years old, and i'm balding. When I get to the station, I usually sit down and....well, not much else. I got called to a school once to do one of those 'Don't Talk to Strangers' speeches. I almost got fired because I stubbed my toe and swore. I have to admit, the Kindergartener's faces were priceless. So, I sat down at my desk today, and then this guy just walks into my office. Looked to be about eighty, eyes almost black. He had these scars on his face. A deformation, maybe? He was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest. He also was wearing some jeans. His shoes were a light brown, looked like loafers. "Can I help you?" I asked. He reached into a bag he was carrying over his shoulder and pulled out a file. He placed it on my desk. He gave me a hand gesture. As if he were asking me to open it up and look. I listened to him. Inside was a series of photos. There was a photo of a man....He was holding some sort of lead pipe. And his face.....I looked at the next picture. This time of some sort of Turret. The next one was of a Girl climbing into some sort of hole. And then....A man in a bulky suit, with some sort of harpoon in place of his hand. I looked at the old man. He was looking at all the pictures I had spread out across my desk. His face showing a look of sadness. I caught a glimpse of some tatoos on his wrists....chain tatoos. He looked at me again, gave a breif smile, then walked out of the room. I let him go. But I wasn't sure if I should have.
Chapter 2 Coming Soon!
Edit: Whoops. This isn't a Role Play, it's a Fan Fic. I apologize for any confusion.



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