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Part 5.3 - Prey and Predator
While Smithy was taken to an unknown place, Ben and Nate were still patrolling the estate. The two PCs remained blind to what had just happened, until they eventually came to where Smithy had been attacked. Right away, they knew something was wrong. Who wouldn't notice something was amiss if they found a police officer's cap and ASAP lying on the ground and no sign of the officer?
"Serge?" called out Nate.
Ben picked up the cap and ASAP and was looking around for clues that could lead them to Smithy's whereabouts.
"Serge?" Nate called again.
The two PCs spent at ten minutes searching the area and asking anyone they passed questions, but success was not granted to them and Nate was left with no option than to turn to his radio.
"Sierra Oscar from 876, Sgt Smith has disappeared; we need backup on the Jasmine Allen Estate."
So what did happen to Smithy? Where had his abductor taken him? His colleagues continued to search for him, but there was one place they never suspected he'd be... but then again, nobody in the world would've suspected it. Underneath the ground that the estate stood on in an unknown place, Smithy lay unconscious on a cold floor; his stab vest and belt had been removed. As he lay there with no sign of movement, a pair of hands wearing black gloves of some kind took hold of his right sleeve, unbuttoned and tore it. Once that was done, a needle attached to a long tube was injected into his arm, piercing one of his veins, and a few seconds later, his blood travelled through the vein and into a vial, the kind that witches and wizards use for their potions. A few minutes passed and finally, the bag was full. The needle was removed from Smithy's arm and the tiny hole it had made in his skin and was seen to. Once that was done, the vial that contained his blood was lifted and brought into another room that looked just like a witch's cave; the mystery abductor put the vial on a table, beside which was a black cauldron over a fire with some kind of liquid inside. Whatever it was, it looked like a witch's brew and it looked ready, but the final ingredient had been brought. The vial was lifted again and tilted over the container and Smithy's blood was poured inside. The liquid turned a ripe red colour; it was ready and the eyes of the abductor looked up from the cauldron and across the room to what appeared to be a witch's altar, on which there was something lying.
"And now, you will return to looking like yourself again, my dear," said the voice of Smithy's abductor to the rotting corpse that was lying on the altar, the same corpse that Smithy had seen in his bathroom.
The time passed within the hour and at last, Smithy was waking from his unconscious state. His vision was at first blurred and as it came into more focus, all he could make out was that he was in a place that looked like a witch's cave. There were markings the wall and items everywhere that were usually associated with witchcraft. He groaned in pain when feeling the spot on his head where he had been hit and noticed a piece of cotton plastered to his arm, but before he could remove it, he heard a voice in the shadows.
"Awake at last; did you think it was all a nasty dream?"
"Who's there?" he called out, "who are you?"
"Oh I think you know only too well who I am, you did after all see me when Kerry's apparent stalking of you came to an end," the voice said and then, a figure, wearing what looked like a witch's dress, emerged from the shadows, "But it is I who has been stalking your every move, my dear and you should've known better than to believe that your precious Kerry could ever do something so terrible."
Smithy could only stare as he recognised the person who stood before him; it was her, the girl he had seen in his dream. The one who called herself "the Black Swan".