A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Fingers rapped against the brown particle board table. A back was pressed against the navy blue plastic chair while a game show played on the television in the break room. There was a small window to the left of the individual. Clouds rolled over the night sky, and they only were visible due to the moonlight outside. Beams of the light hit the asphalt of the parking lot of the station, and it was anything but pleasant looking. Rather, the illumination gave off a haunting vibe.

Light green optics continued to stare out of the window while the male ignored the warm cup of coffee on the tabletop. Steam greeted the air while the smell of the beverage dominated the room, yet that didn't affect his troubled thoughts. Over the past couple of days, the fingerprints from the diner presented no matches in the system, and the diner had no activity. No one had seen Greta or Rick. Following that news, two more missing person reports came in. They concerned a truck driver whose truck was still at the diner and a teenager who was last seen on a tour bus. All four were going to have their pictures posted on the news this evening in the nearby areas.

Despite all of that, there was something else bothering him. The back of their van had been unlocked when they had arrived at the station back on Wednesday. Thomas was sure that he had locked it before he had entered the Speedy Sandwiches that day. What concerned him was the possibility that someone from the diner had sneaked into their van without them knowing and had left when they had stopped at the fast food place. He had reported his thoughts to Dan, but he had said that he was over-thinking things and that he probably had forgotten to lock the van.

So, they had tested for fingerprints on the back handle, and there had been a few matches outside of the system. Dan, however, had reminded him that a couple of days before the diner a couple of drunken individuals had tried to break into the van, thinking that the van had been their own van, which had been a few parking spaces down. They had let the two go, but they had them wait at the nearby gas station to sober up some first.

Thomas, though, had wanted to check security footage, but the diner didn't have any, and Speedy Sandwiches only had one camera in the restaurant. Unfortunately, it hadn't been facing the direction of their van either. The missing teen had been seen on it, but no more footage had been caught of him once he had left the building.

Therefore, he was at a dead end with his theory, but he just had a feeling that he was right about it. Something strange if not terrible had happened at the diner, but the place had been cleaned down completely. There had been no sign of foul play inside. If there had been, whoever had caused it knew how to clean the place up well, which would explain why the place had smelled of cleaner when they first had arrived at the diner.

A loud knock broke him out of his thoughts. His optics averted their attention over to the doorway. Dan had his arms crossed and was leaning against the doorframe. "You still thinking about that unlocked door?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah," Thomas answered, sighing, as he finally acknowledged his coffee again.

"Well, you got to stop." Dan pushed himself off of the doorframe and knocked the wood there. "We got the rest of our shift ahead of us." His voice became more energetic even if it was clear that he wanted the rest of the night off. "Down that coffee, and let's get going. We can't let an unlocked door slow us down. The same with those missing person reports."

"Right ..."

Groaning some, Dan rubbed the bridge of his nose before he released a sigh. "Listen. What's happened sucks, but we're going to do our best. That's all we can do, and when you're moping around like some kid losing a prom date, we're not doing our best because you're not giving it your best." Dan turned around and started to walk out. "Hurry up and meet me in the van." He paused momentarily. "Also, some officers are searching the woods around the diner again." His footsteps were heard again, and he soon left the building.

Forcing himself to get up, Thomas tried to be in better spirits, but the past days still plagued his mind. Things wouldn't get better, though, if he pissed off Dan in the process. A slight tired sigh parted from him before he downed the cup of coffee even if it burned his mouth some. It woke him up and distracted him a little bit from all of the recent news. Soon enough, though, he shut off the television and left the break room to join Dan.

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Pieces of rock broke off and descended. Droplets of water splashed up, and more rock soon joined the others. Crimson mixed in with the flowing water as teeth bit on skin hard. The blood that didn't meet the water was swallowed with bitterness and rage. Hardly, he could calm down; hardly, he could face the facts before him. He had lost her ... He Had Lost Her!

His screams, shouts, yells and cries all were silent even though he wished to send them through the night and terrify those living the town nearby. Gracious Falls or something like that. If they were well-mannered, he wouldn't be in the present situation; he would know where his pink flower was!

More rock crumbled under his crushing strength. He tried to calm himself down by taking a shower under the freezing water of a waterfall, but it wasn't working. All he wanted was to rip apart every human until he found the one that took his partner from him; the one that convinced her to go with him. That b*st*rd was going to f*cking pay, strip by strip of flesh. And, he might end the game early just out of spite for (f/n) agreeing to escape with him.

Biting on his lip more, he sucked on his blood even if he couldn't taste it, but at least it didn't smell like the foulness of human food. The creature leaned his head against the rock wall behind the water while the cool waves of the crystalline liquid poured over his body. His nails scraped against the rock, but the sound was muffled by the falling water.

Deep breaths in. Deep breaths out. He released his bottom lip as his thoughts about what had happened reoccurred in his mind like they had done already a thousand times before. After making that turn heading south, he had gone into the woods and followed the road while hidden since more cars had started to become visible. There only had been two cars heading south, and he had figured out which one (f/n) had been in when he had noticed the male in the back through the back window. The male had been the same one from the amusement park. (F/n) probably had been hiding on the seat.

The plan had been simple; he would attack when the car was isolated. Even the driver would pay dearly for taking his little helper, but the male was the first to have taken her. That plan, however, had vanished as soon as they had reached the first town: Gracious F*cking Falls.

Annoyingly, the town was right before a bridge spanning over one of the rivers in the area. After the bridge, the road split into two ways. The two ways wouldn't have been a problem if he successfully had trailed the car more, but there had been another issue. Due to the bridge, the woods ended right before it. So despite his irritation at that, he had decided to leave hiding and run on the bridge. If he had tried to swim across the river, he might've lost the car in the process since the time to jump down, swim and jump back up probably would've been longer than simply racing across the man-made structure.

That had been a mistake. Since he had been so focused on retrieving his partner, he had been none the wiser to an oncoming semi truck, which he had jumped right in front of. Getting hit by a semi hadn't exactly been on his list of things to accomplish. Besides several broken bones and bruised organs, he had been fine, and the wounds had healed quickly too, but the d*mn collision had cost him his little helper.

If he hadn't been concerned about drawing attention to himself, he would've beat that truck driver to death and tossed his limbs over the bridge for some unfortunate traveler to find. Instead, he had restrained himself and had darted over to the other side of the bridge, but the car had been gone by that point, and he hadn't wished to take the wrong direction and lose her even more.

Kicking his left foot forward, he left a hole in the rock structure. His toes repaired themselves efficiently, and he drew his foot out of the rock. He was forcing himself to wait for some indication of which direction the car had gone. Something had to pop up, and he reminded himself that a year wasn't even close to being finished.

Drawing his nails through his soaked nearly white locks, he pushed himself away from the water and stepped out of it and onto the snow-covered ground. His anger tempted him to eat some of the food in his duffel bag, but he already had eaten enough for awhile. Right now, he had to wait and watch; he couldn't draw attention to himself. With his bubbling wrath, that wouldn't be facile.

Several dark giggles parted from him, however, and his toes curled into the snow. His nails dug into a nearby pine trunk while the needles didn't bother him one bit. They scratched his skin, but he ate up the sensation. (F/n) would be clawing at him once he had her. Slowly, his tongue dragged over his lips at the thought of the taste of her teasing his taste buds before it fully took over them. Yes, she would need some serious recovery time once he was through with her. "You're going to scream for me," he giggled out to himself as his optics diverted to the direction of the bridge.