PCs on the scene: Alex Orton and Edgar Yardland
Chicago, what can I say about this city. Stuffy air, gansters, corruption. I could leave anytime I want but something keeps me here…
I have been here just a few days. Trying to write my biography which seen impossible to me. Well I’m 25 years old, how could anyone write enough story in this age. Lots of things have happend to me in short time but still. There is so much more to come.
After few painful hours more I noticed something, my door was open. I could see and hear that flickering light from the stairway. Stories what I have heard from Chicago flowed through my thoughts. This is it, few days in this city and my life is going to end. I shut the door and then I lost my vision. Arms where front of my eyes. Person behind me whispered to me and I regonized who she was. She was my beautiful Ash. Girl that I met back in Harvard, women of my life.
She asked me out for this winter evening and I could say no to her. Ash wanted us to go skating with her brother Richard, Richard’s son and his wife. Well anyone could dream about this. Skating with your beautiful girlfriend, with this beautiful evening. Snow falling slowly to the ground, weather is bit cold but not too cold. I have forgot my writing for a moment and I could be more happier. We had a little snow wrestle with Ash and I heard familiar voice behind me. I turn around and I was suprised.
Michael Shannon from the Harvard. He was a ”shooting star”. One book sold other didn’t, but that one what sold, good for him. After few minutes of catching up what have happend in few years he asked us do we want to try Ferris wheel in Whitecity park, second largest amusement park in Chicago. He had friend who works there and he could open the gates for us. I hesitate a moment, but Ash wanted to go so I said yes.
Shannon arrived there with his friend mister Smith. He took us to the Ferris wheel and started it up. Chicago, winter, still raining snow a little bit and you got your girl right next to you. All those light clowed and Chicago looked like sea of fireflies. Suddendly wheel stopped spinning. I thought it was Michaels joke so I let it be. I saw a man walking in the park with his flashlight. I wasn’t Mr. Smith or Michael. It was someone else. He looked terrified us and I looked outside. I saw, well I wasn’t sure what that was. It looked like a clown from the children nightmares but weird thing was that it was elastic. It was getting closer and closer and mysterious stranger told us to jump. Drop was only few yards and we jumped down.
I landed well but Ash didn’t. Her angle cracked and I had to carry her out of here. There were few more these things and we start running away from them. Mysterious stranger shot few shots to there bastards but they didn’t seem to stop at all. I guess one of them fell, but I wasn’t sure. And why in the name of god I forgot my own colt .45 to my bedside table. Well, I wasnät expecting this at all.
We were almost out of park and one of these things grappled me. I told Ash to get out and she did. Luckily for me, Mysterious stranger blew this thing out of my back. We all get out of there and I took Ash to my apartment. Mysterious man didn’t even tell his name or any name for him. Who this man was, what was he doing in there?
Next morning I woke up early to make some breakfeast for Ash and me. I gave her some first aid last night and her angle was getting better only distension, nothing broken. Suddendly someone knocked my door. This mysterious stranger from last night, he was dressed like a cop. He started asking question from last night but he denied that he was there last night and told me that some gasses mixed to my head and what we saw last night was hallucinations. I told detective Yardland everything about last night and he said that he will be in touch later on.
Hallucinations? This man wasn’t there last night?
If I would be smart I’ve stopped my own investigations to this and if I would be even smarter I would have take my colt .45 with me this time.
There I was, standing near that gate to Whitecity park. Without fire power, stupidity is my sin… Detective Yardland and his two goon had entered here resently. I have asked them what they were doing here and Yardland wasn’t detective anymore. He was someone from gas company and those goon where too. Three same looking guys in this small event. Something stink really bad and yeah, those goon where carrying grenades. I had to continue my investigations on this, maybe I could use this to write new novel.
Their car trunks lock was broken so I could managed to get shotgun out of there. Two shots, perfect and I start follow their footsteps to this creepy amusement park. I found goons, they were standing near the edge of park. They had rope with them and I guess Yardland was down there somewhere. Goons got attacked by these things and I tried to save one of them but it was too late. His friend started yelling and shooting these things but he was killed too.
Now I was alone here with these things. One shotgun shell left on my right hand and ice skate on my another. I tried to fight but these things were strong. I was givin up all the hope and then this thing let me got. I saw Michael with plank of wood. There were Yardland and mr. Smith too. We ran out of the park again as fast as we could.
We were save but this thing still haunt my mind. What the hell is happening in Chicago?
Yardland told me to never spoke this to anyone, but few days later I had to… I got invited to dinner. With Al Capone… Well he told me same thing. Keep your mouth shut about what happend in Whitecity park, or you will sleep with the fishes…