Chapt 1

First chapter of my book! Hope you like it. Please reply.

Chapter 1

You could tell that Dave Turner was disgusted. His forehead was wrinkled and his nose was scrunched. He was examining the remains of two murder victims. The one was a small girl around the age of two with a bullet in her head. There was no question what the cause of death was. To his left was a skeleton that was once the other girl’s twin sister. She had been burned to death and the only thing that remained was her bones that were scorched black. After taking some pictures of the girls and room, he walked out into the hallway and head towards their older sister’s room.

He had all ready seen their parents room. Just thinking about it made his stomach uneasy. The mom had been killed just like one of her daughter’s, shot in the head. The farther was beaten to the brink of death and died of blood loss. 

“How could someone do something like that” he thought, “it’s,it’s,it’s.....

“Disgusting.” He had said it out loud without meaning it.

“What?” He turned around to see a young teenage girl. Her hair was a mess and looked like it wasn't combed in days. She was wearing a tank top with an unbuttoned shirt with cargo pants that looked like she slept in them. Even though she was fourteen she was six foot and was still growing. But even more unusal was that she had pure white hair and red eyes. The house was ungodly which could make the toughest guy up chuck but it seemed she had no problem slurping on her slushie. If Turner even tried to eat something it wouldn't of stayed down for long.

“Sorry Val.” He mumbled, “I was just thinking.” Happy with that explanation she turned and said “OK then. Lets look at the last room and then get the hell out of here before the FBI gets here.”

He followed her up the stairs without question into a teenage girl’s bedroom. There was a twin size bed and a regular size closet. The wall was a dark purple with a bunch of bookcases that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Everything seemed normal except that there was a girl hanging from the ceiling fan. With a noose around her neck and a gun in her hand it looks like she killed her family and committed suicide.

“It must have been horrible to have died at a time like this.” Yawned Val as she studied the victim from her bed.

“Huh?” Turner said out of surprise. One Val never talked about people like they were actually people. She would usually say something like victim 9560. Second of all her statement made no sense.

“Ya. It was a shame she died at a time like this cause” picks up a book,”I just found a bookmark in the middle of this book so it means she never finished. What a shame.” Val sighs, tosses the book, and continues to look around. 

Turner sighs then turns towards the girl. She had curly brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She was about Val’s age. After taking some pictures and some notes about the room he headed to the door. “I’ll be waiting in the car.” Turner called from the hallway. ”The FBI will be here any minute so you better hurry up.”

After several minutes of waiting in the car Val finally shuffles into the back seat of the car and laid down. As they drove away some black SUVs drove pass them. “Good timing” smiles Turner and looked in the rear view mirror and froze. Val was holding a piece of paper that had something frightening, maybe even more frightening then what they just saw. Val was holding a piece of paper that had the swastika on it. Val looked up with a pale face.

“It was in the girl’s hand.”