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Date Posted: 13:24:11 05/15/03 Thu
Author: Velma87
Subject: Prologue
In reply to: Velma87 's message, "The Darkest Hours" on 14:17:08 05/08/03 Thu

The Darkest Hours
Prologue

Author?s Note:
This is an A/U timeline, not from the cartoons (all series of them) or the movie.
But I?m basing the features of the characters from the movie. I don?t own anything but the ideas.
Its rated R for violence, horror and some minor language.
**= Memories
<>= thoughts

The Darkest Hours
Prologue
9:45 p.m.

The streets were dark and abandoned, the wind whispered warnings of despair and pain. Rain poured down from the black sky, while lightning lit up the sky.
Velma Dinkly walked down the street, alone, she was cold and soaked to the bone. This was a time where she wished she had chosen to wear her signature turtleneck sweater, at least it would have kept her warm. She reached in her pocket and fished out her car keys, her hands trembling from the cold. She sighed as she approached her car, she?d been at the library for hours researching the case that mystery inc., was working on.
Just as she opened her car door she was grabbed from behind, a hand covered her mouth, smothering her scream. The hands were cold and strong, the one that had gone around her waist held her still, crushing her ribs. The person slammed her head onto the car?s roof, blurring her vision, causing her glasses to shatter and fall to the ground below. Blood flowed into her eyes as she reopened them, but she could tell that she had made a dent in the roof with her head. Her head screamed in agony, her head pounded in her chest, blood rushing loudly in her ears. The attacker pulled her to him again, she felt a sharp and jagged knife at her throat, being lightly pushed into her jugular. (a large vein in your neck carrying blood back from the head to the heart.)
?This is the last warning, stop investigating!? a gravely voice boomed in her ear.
Then she felt the blade slash across her throat, blood flowed down her coat, blood dripping down the front of her coat to the pavement below her. Unable to make a sound she was shoved into the backseat and the attacker watched her for a few moments then left. She knew that she was going to die, the pain was unbearable, and she closed her eyes. Her last thoughts were of her family and friends as she drifted from the pain.

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