Black Tears

It's just in the brainstorming stage right now. Tell me if you want me to finish and i'll try hard. This is just what I have so far. Not much but yeah

Black Tears

            The night illuminated itself with every lightning flash, only to have the heavy bullets of rain blur out its swift moments of bioluminescence. Following every strike came a booming roar from the distance with only seconds in dalliance. I knew I had to be delirious to venture this far from home in the largest storm Yellow Creek had ever fathomed. The dangers that I was about to confront never deluded my conscious mind. I knew the only woman I ever loved had disappeared without any evidence of departure. And I knew the only thought in my mind was to bring her back home.

            Chapter 1                                                                                                       

          My name is James Harlington. My wife, Lorraine Harlington, had gone missing only a week ago. I earn my living as a detective, working long night shifts as well as day shifts if called to do so. Recently, the calls have piled up more than usual, forcing me to work at home, at the office, or on duty long days and nights. My boss, Arlen Craig, calls me the best. I smirk at his remarks. If I were the best, I would not be stuck in my current situation.

            I've lived all my life in Yellow Creek. It's a simple suburbian town in Pennsylvania matched with only average crime rates. Reasons for the recent rise in those crimes even I am uncertain of. If that plight were resolved then I wouldn't have received longer hours, nor would I be speeding on slick and dangerous roads in a thunderstorm to find my wife for that matter. I tipped the outer rim of my maroon fedora downward in thought. The lightly-paved, rocky roads caused the car to rattle and shake as the rain continued to batter against the car's cold exterior. But I was persistent. Not even the wrath of Zeus could halter my quest. I knew the consequences of my actions and I was willing to accept them. My only concern with the situation was the location of my wife as well as her condition. I had no other motives. I was willing to drive a thousand fathoms deep if it was to-

            I could feel a soft but consistent vibration within the pocket of my trench coat. I knew at that moment it was my cell phone. I shot a slight glance at the cover, reading the letters "Arlen" across it. With a look of disgust from the sight of my boss's name, I slid the phone back into my trench coat, ignoring the call. Since the start of my venture into the unknown abyss, I have received 4 calls from him within the span of 30 minutes. I began my quest with the knowledge of losing employment. I knew what was at stake. No other being was of significance. No other than my precious Lorraine.

            I softly ruffled my trench coat as the car shifted from side to side against the rocky and slick terrain. My ears rung with a piercing tone as the tires occasionally squealed on the road's smooth surface. My vision faltered slightly from the rain's blurred fury, causing the arms of my vessel to fall behind. Nonetheless my stance was upheld.  My persistence, accompanied by confidence contained my sanity within my empty vessel. All emotions faded away into the abyss of night. No statement could appoint my body besides the mere thought of granting my wife salvation. I acted on instinct and instinct alone, muttering those soft words into the rain "Lorraine I shall find you."

            The environments which passed me by were anything but an art form. All I could spot from the chasm of my eyes were consistent, but simple patterns of shrubbery and trees. It seemed to follow my obvious trail, feeling as if a monstrous entity were trying to shield my view of the world. Yet I persisted. Regardless of the tediousness, I continued my voyage into the unknown. I yet again tipped the rim of my fedora in silence, relying on the warm glow of my vessel's eyes to guide me. It illuminated like the north star the wise men followed to baby Jesus. It guided me, and I mindlessly followed. My only destination was what lie within those dark clouds ahead of me. Hours and hours passed, but I continued in my familiar position, expressionless, lifelessly.

            My inner thoughts came to an abrupt halt as my car vibrated violently. I quickly pulled to the side of the road and put the stick shift in park. I slid my hand slightly on the clammy door handle and opened it, revealing an atmosphere of a tickling annoyance and darkness all too familiar to my nerves. Ignoring the outside world, I lifted my face to the heavens and closed my eyes. I allowed the droplets to drizzle down my cheeks and drench my coat deeper. In a slight return to reality I shivered and zipped my trench coat up. I decided I needed yet another north star and opened the trunk of my car. I reached blindly inside for my torch and pulled it out, slamming the trunk in correspondence. I pressed the red button slightly and searched for the poor creature that suffered the wrath of my speeding vessel. Only seconds of searching led me to an unconscious and twitching deer in the middle of the road only yards away from my car. I walked slowly over to its corpse and kept my torch illuminating its mangled body. I bent my knees to gain a greater perspective of its wounds. It appeared to have a large incision across its lower abdomen along with another incision near the top to incarnate the wound as a cross shape. From the looks of the consistent blood loss, it wouldn't have mattered if my vehicle hit the creature or not. I reached inside my coat and pulled out my box of latex gloves. Soggy as it may be, I did not care. I slid them onto my clammy hands and began to examine the deer's wounds in detail. I reached for its neck in desperation for a pulse, but my motives were faltered. The creature was indeed declared dead. I ruffled my coat with my shoulders and cricked my neck in a sideways motion. I flipped the deer over with the one spare hand and examined its other half. To my surprise the deer had what seemed to be a tattoo of a black tear on its lower cheek. Confusion went arm in arm with curiosity as my mind was suddenly mesmerized by its very presence. I could feel my hand reach for it mindlessly. I felt a persistent burning sensation as my fingertips grazed its smooth exterior. Automatically, my arm retracted itself. Whatever this "tattoo" appeared to be, it was anything but ordinary, unless a person grabbed hold of this deer and implanted the image with a specific tool. Becoming conscious of my location, I decided to dispose of the deer and threw it off the side of the road.