Murder County: Origins

[Retribution]

Murder County
small town; big secretsWelcome to Murdoch, New Jersey, a town with too little residents and too many secrets. Oliver Kingston is a seventeen year old with no ambitions and a poverty-stricken mother/life. One day while rushing off to his first day of senior year, Oliver learns his mother has gone missing. After eventually returning home, Oliver also discovers the apartment complex is swarming with police and crime scene investigators. Ultimately, Oliver learns their landlord, Dylan Ross, has been murdered. Now in an quest to discover the truth Oliver, alongside the Murdoch Police Department, must find out what truly happened the day of the murder. Additionally, Oliver must put his life on his hold to investigate his mother’s strange disappearance.
Welcome to Murder County; a town with too little residents and too many secrets.

The purpose of this fan fiction is to demonstrate my original concept for the RPG in actual story form. Where the RPG might stray off my original direction, the fan fiction will be spot on. If you would rather not follow the actual storyline, then you may head over to the RPG. Enjoy the wild ride that will unfold before your very eyes in ten jaw-dropping episodes. Ultimately, Dylan's murderer will be brought to justice and will assume the most unexpected identity.

1x01 (http://www.perfect-ending.com/showpost.php?p=50370&postcount=2) - Oliver

[Retribution]

1x01: Oliver

The city of Murdoch was unusually quiet. Its streets were barely populated and its shops empty. Walking home was a rather middle-aged man with gray hair masking his original brown pigment. With both hands already wrist-deep into his pockets, he gave a deep breath and tried not to touch the cracks. The man passed by a television store and gasped at his disheveled look; releasing all the tension in his shoulder and almost draining his lungs dry of oxygen. Why was he feeling so bummed out?

The same man turned a corner and his ears rose as they picked up loud giggles made by children playing in the street opposite him. The city being too quiet was the least of his problems for he was under prepared for the sudden shift in temperature; cooling off parts of his body.

August 7, 2007 may just be my worst day ever.

His body shook and his skin crawled out as soon as a sudden chorus of police sirens sounded behind him. The police cars immediately drove past him and gave him time to recuperate. The man felt around for a piece of plastic and then yanked it out. As this man approached what seemed to be an apartment complex, he held on tightly to what seemed like a keycard. Suddenly it became clear what he was doing with so many keys - he was Manhattan View’s landlord coming home.

The apartment complex was a fairly neat and well-maintained abode. The landscape was a common one, one used by many around the Atlas area. The apartment complex was built with three floors. One floor was used for parking and the other two were used for residents’ apartments. In order to reach these apartments, one must be carrying a resident keycard. For those guests wanting to visit, a phone was set up in between both elevators located in the parking lot. The landlord briefly waved the keycard in front of the reader and ran into the elevator. He took long, profound breaths and grasped the railing behind him tightly.

Calm down, Dylan. You did nothing wrong. Her husband came home unexpectedly and it was all an accident.

Dylan shoved the keycard back into his pocket and took out a ring of keys in its place. Dylan’s thumb and index finger grabbed onto his house key as he took yet another deep breath. He approached an apartment without a number and joined the key slot with his key, turning it slightly. The sudden unlocking of nuts and bolts gave him relief - he was finally home. Free from all that happened earlier that day, at least for the moment. Soon, the cops would arrive and he was sure he would spend the rest of his birthday in jail.

Dylan entered his apartment and threw the ring of keys on the coffee table nearest to the door. Upon entering, he removed his hands from his pocket, only to coil in the red mess in front of him. For some reason his hands were stained with blood and this made him stunned. Before he could find the origin of the injury, he turned his weak body around and stopped dead in his tracks. His insides were frozen and no words could spew out of his dry lips. The way his eyes were almost out of their sockets revealed that a familiar face was in front of him.

“Bye, Dylan.” A sinister voice released from the other side of the doorway.
“But…I…” his body collapsed and was now struggling to speak. “trusted…”

Before he could say anymore, his body stopped working completely and passed out before the threshold of his apartment. The villain slammed the door and walked away from the crime scene.