Deep inside the Ment Laboratory Training Wing, the sound of metallic objects being hit at a fast pace rang out. Aug flew from target to target with intense speed as he kicked and punched down the red circles that popped out. The wind howled with each burst of speed which almost shook the room. Ment stood outside of the room, watching the statistics rise with each grunt and clang that came from the cuboid.

  "You've passed your record Aug, whenever you're ready to move on," Ment said. Aug lowered to the ground and breathed heavily, his voice coming out in quick pants, "Yes sir." He exited the white room and held out his arms. Ment clicked a button on his hand and a bunch of tools and machines came out from behind him, "Let's see here..." The instruments whirred around Aug's arm, "Your muscle mass has greatly improved. You've increased how much you can lift by 107 tons," Ment tapped the terminal he was watching from, "and your flying speed has shot up to four times the speed of a rocket."

  Aug smiled at his achievements, "You really have to make that training room harder!" Ment nodded with pride, "I will, my son, I will."

  The transmitter inside Aug's ear suddenly buzzed.

  "Body found, send in the inspection boy."

  Ment sighed and patted Aug's shoulder, "We can resume your training later. Go check this out." Aug nodded and flew out of the laboratory with his new speed.

  -

  After 4 minutes of flying, Aug landed in front of a luxurious mansion. It seemed to be well kept by the owner. The bushes were cut into different shapes and animals with intricate detail. However, he had no time to admire the craftsmanship, he had a scene to examine.

  As Aug began to enter, he ran into a man wearing a white suit and bowler hat, "Excuse me," their voice was raspy and old, however, Aug couldn't get a good look at his face. The man walked past him towards the gate. "Who are-" Aug spun around to ask, but the man was gone. As if he never existed in the first place.

  "Odd..." Aug commented before heading into the mansion.

  Two police men stand over a old woman with her head blasted off. Bits of her brain and skull were all over the room, drenching it in gore. Her teeth were spread out on the now blood stained bed sheets. However, the cops didn't even flinch until they heard Aug enter the bedroom.

  "Oh great, Ment's toy is here," one cop sighed. The other officer stopped Aug from seeing the body, "You aren't allowed to be here. We didn't call you over." Aug turned to the policeman, "Well, I'm technically considered a part of the investigation of Solud aren't I?" Aug said in a monotone voice. He pushed past them and kneeled next to the woman. Aug turned to the police officer who stopped him and read his name tag, "Mr. Reno, right? Where are the investigators?"

  Mr. Reno grabbed Aug's shoulder, "Listen! We told you to back off! You'll provide no help to this crime!"

  "If you aren't going to answer my questions, then I'll get them myself," Aug stood straight up and walked into the hallway. He turned on his black light vision, "Stains in the shape of footsteps heading towards..." Aug and the cops followed the trail down the hall and into the kitchen, "This room," he pointed to a door. It looked like it resembled someone who had been in a rush to get inside.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  "That retrovision guy didn't see this," Mr. Reno looked at Aug, "What does this mean? The killer is in there?" The other cop took out his gun, "Let's just get back to the body and wait for the medics then let the big boys finish the job!"

  "You can stay back if you'd like, the person inside won't be able to damage me."

  The other cop quickly sprints back to the woman, only leaving Aug and Mr. Reno next to the door. "I suggest you do the same, Mr. Reno," Aug reached for the door handle, but Mr. Reno stayed by Aug's side, "No, I'm not leaving. I didn't join the force only to be a coward."

  Aug nodded and quickly kicked down the door. The wooden frame was blown to pieces and the door slammed against the wall.

  Inside, there was a pair of feet hanging above a small stool. The stench was horrendous, as if the body strung up in the air had been there for quite a long time. "Jesus f--king Christ..." Mr. Reno put away his pistol, "It's just a dead guy." His voice was cold, he didn't seem to care about the sight. Similar to how he felt when he saw the old woman. Aug had a confused look on his face, "He doesn't have any of her DNA on his body. Is this a double suicide?" He looked around the room and turned on his flashlight.

  Mr. Reno sighed, "There, we're done then. Double suicide. I'm headin' home."

  A loud scream pierced the silence of the home, suddenly gone in an instant. Aug and Mr. Reno turn their heads to the hallway and see a hooded figure moving out of the house, holding a box. "Hey! Get back here!" Mr. Reno commanded while chasing the person. Aug used his speed to dash towards them, however, they jumped through the window and disappeared into thin air, "Solud..." Aug whispered, it was laced with hatred.

  Mr. Reno sighed and called into the room with the woman, "Hey Poles, we're leaving."

  No response.

  "Poles? Hey, Poles!" He walked into the room...

  "Poles!" Mr. Reno cried out, he ran into the room where the woman was, "POLES!!" he desperately grabbed the body of the officer that looked like a sickish raisin. Tears spilled down his face and onto the carpet, his partner was killed by the figure, "We've worked together for years man! Don't leave me now!"

  Aug looked down at Mr. Reno, who was holding Pole's hand, "I'll leave you alone, the medics should be here soon and they'll take care of your partner."

  Mr. Reno didn't respond, still clutching the hand of the dead officer.

  -

  The city was full of men and women partaking in their daily activities or just simply enjoying the peace. Ulysses, said to be the safest state in the USA. Crime rates have been dropping to new lows since 1945, they don't even need maximum security prisons!

  That's what the civilians and the world see.

  However, under all the yap of how great it is in Ulysses, the murder world has been BOOMING.

  A hooded person lands inside of an apartment that seemed to be on its last legs, but still taken care of. The couch had stains and holes that came from who knows where. Wallpaper rolls back with a gross, yellow tint. You'd think no one lived here. "Why can't you find a better place to stay in?" The hooded figure speaks, walking towards the bedroom, "Like seriously, you can catch a disease just by smelling the air."

  "The police won't suspect a criminal to live inside a s--thole."

  The hooded person laughs, "Quit the act, Mollio."

  A man wearing a metal, featureless mask steps out of the bedroom. Their blue shirt was covered in chip dust, which was accented by their bulging stomach. Absolutely disgusting.

  "Geez, take a shower for once in your life!" The hooded person covered their nose, cringing.

  Mollio took off the mask, his face wasn't any different from his fat and nasty body. Pimples were sprinkled generously across his face. His glasses had seen better days. Oily and louse-ridden was the only way to describe his hair, "Showers are for the weak; those who can't comprehend a single line of coding."

  "You're so f--king disgusting, and you wonder why no one wants to be your-"

  Mollio interrupted the hooded person, "ALRIGHT! Alright... Let's just get to the business. I won't be able to make some fresh bodies to act as a decoy again, so you're gonna have to get this next person on your own," Mollio waddled to his computer. The screen was full of many programs that only he could understand, "It'll be pretty tough though, he blends in with the crowd."

  The hooded person removed the veil on their face, her hair flowing out like a winding river. She was a stark contrast to Mollio, to the extent that the lazy a-- writer doesn't feel like describing her beauty because he's been dragging this chapter for days, "That never stopped me before."

  "Rare of you to show your face..." Mollio comments quietly before pressing enter on his keyboard, a little plastic card prints from the side of the computer. "Catch," Mollio tossed it to the hooded person, who caught it with ease, "Thanks, M."

  He nodded slightly, "Now, get to work. The viewers are waiting," a small camera on the hooded persons chest beeped to life and began recording.

  "Yeah whatever," She took off the hoodie she wore, now in a normal blue shirt and jeans.

  She put the hoodie down and closed her eyes...

  Then disappeared.

  "Why doesn't she just use the front door? Ugh... you're wasting my resources here Solud!"

  TO BE CONTINUED