"Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Buddamoose VS TUF

*flash* The camera light lit up the gruesome scene as the photo was taken. Off to the side a man could be seen observing the the immediate and surrounding area. Tall, at least 6 feet in height, he had a dark, tanned complexion, and eyes dark brown in color, hair the same shade. His gaze was keenly observant, showing experience in fully abosrbing every minute detail of whatever he was observing. He was currently observing the corpse that was lain out on the ground. A corpse that had markings and symbols of an unknown origin cut over the entirety of his body. A corpse, who's heart had been cut out, and castrated. He had never seen such a grim sight, his mind barely grasping the brutality of the scene before him. A shorter squat woman, walked up to him. "Detective Grenault," she spoke, "take a look at these pictures that were found a at the scene next to the vic." She handed the photos to the man. Looking at them, he could clearly see the man before him, speaking to a young girl. Photos of the man digging what looked like a grace somewhere deep in an unknown wood. Photos of... he quickly shuffled the current photo in his hand to the bottom of the pile. He didnt want, nor need to give what that photograph portrayed more than a cursory glance. "It looks like we hae a vigilante on our hands Melanie," Detective Grenault began, "we need to I.D. this man, and figure out who the girl is. The more we know about this, the more quickly we will be able to find whomever did this." "Yes sir," Melanie responded, "i'll get on that right away." She turned around abruptly and quickly walked away. Detective Grenault walked forward, until he stood directly in front of the corpse. He could more clearly see the markings now. They reminded him of something he had seen on a TV show a few years back. There were certain similarities to Ancient Sumerian text he recalled. How odd, what could the signifigance of that be? he pondered. He looked around the immediate ground surrounding the corpse, there were no footprints besides his own. which made little sense. How had the body gotten here if it were not either dragged, or carried? Yet another curiosity of this situation. Suddenly he could see the light of the crime scene photographers camera reflect off of somethinf in the dirt. He moved over to it and kneeled for a close look. It appeared to be a gold medallion, but he wasnt quite sue, as a large part of it was covered with dirt. Pulling out a pair of latex gloves, he donned them, and picked up the golden object. It was indeed a medallion, but strangely, missing a chain so it could be won around the neck. On it there was a symbol that was familiar to him, where had he seen it before? Sudeenly it occured to him. The symbol on the medallion was one that had been carved into the forehead of the victim. He quickly withdrew a clear bag and put the medallion into it. He stood up and walked over to a large black van about 50 feet from the scene. The back door was open, and inside a owlish looking man was sitting in front of a computer monitor, quickly typing away at a keyboard. "Smithers," Renault gruffed, "found this by the body, log it for me." Smithers glanced over and pushed his glasses up his nose. Renault tossed the medallion, with perfect aim, right onto smithers lap. "sure thing buddy," smithers said, "i'll get to it as soon as i'm done logging all the other junk y'all are bringin me." Renault turned around and walked back towards as the crime scene. As he was doing so, his cell phone began ringing. He quickly picked it up, "Detective Renault speaking, LAPD." "Why hello Mr. Renault," a voice rasped, "its a pleasure to finally speak with you. Are you enjoying my handiwork?" "Who is this?!" Renault demanded, "how did you get this number?" A chuckle could be heard over the phone, "my name isnt important Mr. Renault, nor is how i got your cell phone number. Whats important is there is something you should know." "What is that?" Renault asked, quickly walking back to the van, he jumped inside, putting it on speakerphone." "You should know Mr. Renault, that I am speaking to you for a very specific reason." R Renault covered tbe mouthpiece of his phone, "Trace this NOW!" he ordered smithers, uncovering the mouthpiece again, he lay the phone down next to smithers, who quickly pulled out a wire and connected it to the cell phone. Smither then franntically began typing away at the keyboard. "What is that reason?" Renault questioned the man on the other line. "You should know that I will not stop, I will continue hunting down and seeking retribution from these monsters. And i will not be stopped Mr. Renault." "Really?," Renault replied, "well i think I'll have something to say about that. Vigilantism is a crime, and its my duty to hunt you down, just as you seem to think your duty is to hunt down these criminals." "Oh Mr. Renault," the man cackled, "There js another reason why I am speaking to you now. That reason is because there is a grand plan at work. You are special detective, you have been chosen to lead a divine path, just as I have been chosen to do so. And this path, you must walk, for even if you did not wish to, you have no choice. He sees the potential in you, He sees how unique you are, He sees, no he created you for this purpose, and this you must carry it out." "Who sees this? Who are you talking about?" Renault was obviously puzzled as he asked the questions. "I am not even sure what you mean." "It doesnt matter right now Mr. Renault" the voice rasped in response, "just know that we will be in touch again soon enough. Until next time Detective." click The call ended. Renault looked at Smithers. "Where was the call coming from?" He asked "This, cant be," smithers responded in shock, "it says, the call came from... Right here..." ---------- Ok some things to touch upon 1) Whats Renaults purpose? 2) Ancient Sumerian symbols/text? 3) Why is Renault special? Good Luck TUF