The Gifts of Many

The Gifts of Many....part 1

The Gifts of Many

This is a world much like our own, but there are a few key differences. The year is 2125 Some humans have certain...gifts, only about 8 to 10%. No two gifts are the same, every one with a gift has one that differs from the next. Some use them for good, some use them for evil. And that is where our detective comes in. Let us explore his greatest case shall we?

Detective Charlie Kimile was watching a news report:

"The Butcher has struck again, this time at an outlet store." The news anchor states, "He has taken the lives of eight more people, men, women and children. Will anything stop this killer? We can only hope."

Charlie was jotting down notes from his eidelic memory.

"Okay so we know The Butcher likes to kill in big groups, but no one notices until after he leaves the scene. So that means he must have some sort of Gift that allows him to cause mass hysteria. . .or MAYBE his Gift could be some electrical force. What if he can disrupt the nerves in the brain....no...that'd be too complicated," Charlie crumpled up the paper he was writing on and set it on the table. Charlie was definitely American, he lived in what little remained of New York State.

A shadow moved under the paper and made it disappear. For you see, Charlie had a Gift as well. He was able to control and manipulate the movement of shadows, he could even turn them into a physical weapon. Even though Charlie was only 23, he had a brilliant mind. His intellect was almost unmatched. He was inspired by the stories of Sherlock Holmes and stories written by Edgar Allen Poe. Charlie is entirely self taught due to his advanced learning capabilities.

"I haven't got a clue what this guy's Gift is...it's baffling." Charlie ruffled his shoulder length blonde hair with a robotic arm. He stopped...stared at it, and frowned, "I forgot that this thing was a part of me now, but I can't think about that right now. I have to catch this guy, no matter what," his hand creaked as he curled it into a fist.

Charlie returned to writing down what little he had on The Butcher.

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And now we turn our attention to an old, decrepit building.

"2, 4, 6, 8. 2, 4, 6, 8," There was a man counting his footsteps down a hallway by two all the way to eight, he repeated this process over and over again, "Yes yes...I get it now." the man was very fidgety, "2, 4, 6, 8. 2, 4, 6, 8," he wandered into a small room with a rotted wood door.

Inside the room was a singular chair, it was dimly lit by an old yellow light bulb in the center of the room. The man wandered to the back of the room and pulled back a curtain. Behind this curtain was an altar with a golden goblet on it. And above the altar was a drawing, a drawing of a disfigured shadow man. A disfigured shadow man with red eyes. It was crudely drawn, but the stranger clearly took pride in it.

"Master...I brought you a gift!" the man laid down a bone, a finger bone. Nothing happened, but the man was all giggly, "Yes, of course, I will bring you more," He spoke as if there was someone there. The man stood back up and left the room, "2, 4, 6, 8. 2, 4, 6, 8."

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Now back with the detective, Charlie was passed out at his desk. He'd spent all night compiling his research on The Butcher. Much of what he's gathered was nothing new, The Butcher was a mass murderer that only had ever killed eight people at a time. He was able to make his attacks unknown until after they were committed, and that no one knows his name. His Gift was also a mystery, it annoyed Charlie so much, mainly because he had never struggled so much with a case before. And in this particular case, one mistake meant the death of others.