Thread: Something wicked came to town

In a remote logging and mining town of Nebraska, the population of 904 grew to 910 two weeks ago with a group of nomadic naturalists moving into the area. In all, there were six of them, all of them male ranging from the age of sixteen to either side of thirty, the group consisted of three Caucasians, an African American, a Native American and a Mexican. For the most part the group kept to themselves, half of them were hardly ever seen inside the town itself, those of age to drink sometimes came to drink at the local bar but that was infrequent if you count three nights with four different men alternating between the nights. The four that did come for drinks had names, only one of them had given it up during their stay, Booker, the African American, when he had tried to hit on the waitress. He was quite a large man, standing at six-seven and very muscular, he was the sort of man that prison tales were told about to frighten the white man, he looked to be in his late twenties. He often hung around the Native American, a quite and much smaller man by comparison, standing at 5'11 and slim in stature but far from being a rake, his name, not that he had given it, was Yuma, he was the oldest of the group being that he was thirty-one. The other two that came for drinks were both Caucasian, both men were around the same height, roughly six-three, six-four, their appearances were far different however, one of them was a southerner with a very sexist attitude towards women, that said even with a friendly attitude he wouldn't do well with the ladies as he was a bit overweight and was far from handsome, Tex was only twenty-two. The other that came to town to drink occasionally was the most silent of the group, he was also the most interesting in a way, all the others had blue eyes, his however were a golden amber colour which is not exactly normal for humans. Andrew was his name not that he had ever mentioned it, he was well built but far from being solid as a house as his fellow companion, Booker, he was the medium between them all, not quite slim, far from being overweight and not the beefcake supreme. There were two others which spent their time for the most part outside of town. Derek who was a taller and more muscular version of Andrew, his eyes also were the same Golden Amber hue, and Jesus, the Mexican, definitely underage, he is only 16, at all times he is accompanied by one of his older peers. It was a sunny friday afternoon, the morning had quickly passed with hardly anything news worthy to report on, it wasnt until 2pm that something big was going to hit the town. The deputy sheriff's vehicle was abandoned at the side of the road with blood splatter on the door and side window, not enough to have been a fatal amount but it was something that would be quite worrisome. A quarter mile away from the vehicle, in the thick of the woods four of the six members of the nomadic natrualist group surrounded the deputy, Derek, Booker, Tex and Jesus. Yuma was in town getting some supplies and Andrew was not part of the group. Derek had blood on his hands, the deputies blood. He had beaten the deputy black and blue, the agonising screams that came from the deputy only fuelled his sadistic smile further, Tex egged him on and Jesus blindly followed like a lamb, Booker had bowed to peer pressure and was all for it if only because his fellow protector and moral compass, Yuma was no longer there to show him what the right path was. They were in the middle of nowhere really, at least a mile away from the nearest house.