A tall dark-skinned man walked passed the line of cop cars, it was the middle of the night but the job had to be done.
He walked into the forest
standing lights guiding the way
Charlie approached the cave like room and noticed a bunch of forensic experts.
"Sir this blood is infact Damiens and the footsteps match the kids but the trail dissappears right after the blood stain. " One of the experts said
Charlie looked around at the artifacts, "Somebody please tell me which tribe this is from!"
"Sir it looks Choctaw to me." replied the same specialist
"Hmmmm" Charlie stared at the alter racking his brain for answers.
If they had gotten out there would be a trail of blood but there's only one spot.
(5 hours later)
"Sir we aren't getting anywhere and this language that's carved on the walls and floors aren't in our database of native languages" Said the forensic expert
"We might need to call the fbi in on this one."
replied another.
OUCH Screemed one of the specialists
Charlie spun around and rushed to the woman.
Are you OK? he asked looking at the artifact clamped on her hand blood dripping onto the stone floor.
"We need to get her to a hospital Stat." Charlie screamed Police rushing to her side.
Charlie felt off and then it happened.
Everything turned white and before he knew it he was being sucked into the center of the room
then silence.
The horn had taken another group of victims,
The parents back at the tree house unaware of the events happening at this given moment.
Nervously awaited an answer that would never come.
(In the vortex)
Charlie was being wipped around his colleagues
screaming in terror everything was spinning then "slam" his vison went dark.