Among the Dead

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FANFIC IS RATED

'''PG IF NOT PG-13. MAYBE PG-10'''

Reader's discrestion advised.

Prologue: Rubble
Phineas

I don't know if I've ever seen anything like it. I mean, I'm used to this sort of stuff. It's right up her alley. She and her "crew" enter a club, attack the crazy partying teenagers, and they disappear without a trace. But this time was different. The bodies.

There was no trace of her. This can't be right. She always leaves something. Usually shattered windows, broken lights, a knife... She's never actually left the scene barren. Just rubble. As though the club was blown up. I looke at Ferb. He looked just as confused as I felt. I started to pick up some pieces of light fictures, trying to look if she tried to cover up her tracks. Ferb helped. Until I smelt something.

It smelt like blood. And a very faint trace of vanilla. I turned around slowly. "Who are you?"

"You don't know who I am?" she said.

"Wait? Are you..." said Ferb, "Her?"

"I suppose I am. Why? You surprised?"

"A bit," I said. "You don't look like some psycho murderer."

"You'd be surprised."

To be continued...