#1 FLASH: In The Beginning...
Let me tell of a man named Jack Pullman. He was born of two unknown people, and he lived the life of an orphan. He is most likely the loneliest person ever to exist. But even after everything was taken away from him, he still carried on. He lived with his gift. A gift his adopted father called Flashing. His gift would become his salvation, and his worst enemy. But there was something wrong with Jack. Being raised in a catholic orphanage, he would set fire to a nun's desk, and stab a fellow students hand with a pair of scissors. It was obvious; little Jack Pullman was a psycho. But he did not belong to any certain category of psychosis. He heard voices, and was socially withdrawn. He suffered from aggressive tendencies, and suffered from murderous instincts. But his ability to Flash would be his road to sanity. With the help of a catholic monk named, Father Steven Pullman, he would become the greatest criminal investigator. And he would become the first psychotic human being to ever join the FBI.
-P.B.Richlen
Introduction To Jack Pullman
*FLASH*
The black car pulled up behind the other car and the federal agents exited the black one. One of them was well groomed, with a black trench coat and short hair. The other wore pure black along with wrap around sunglasses and a fedora. The only item of color on him was the white dress shirt under his black suit and tie. He spat on the ground as he followed the other agent around the car and up to another federal agent in a light brown trench coat, "Agent Janson!" the agent called out.
The one in the light brown trench coat turned around and smiled, "Hey Fedricks."
"I want you to meet a new man, agent Pullman," he said looking to a missing person to his side. He frowned and turned around to see him looking at one of the cars in front of the house. He looked back to Janson and they walked to stand next to Jack together, "Agent Pullman."
"The victim is female. College student, second or third year. Very attractive," he said in a dark depressing voice. Janson opened the portfolio and looked through it confused, "She has a boyfriend." He looked around the area at the other people gathered around, "He isn't present. Her parents do not live in town."
"Holy shit," Janson said looking to Fedricks. "He's right!"
"How did you know that?" Fredricks asked amazed.
"Why haven't you checked the car?" Jack asked looking at the other two.
"What do you mean?"
Jack looked to the driver's side of the car, then moved to the other side.
*Flash*
The crowbar cracked open the door and the man climbed inside?
*Flash*
"The killer knew the victim. But the victim doesn't know the killer. He has been stalking her for a long time now.
"How the hell could you possibly know that?" Fredricks asked placing his hands onto his hips pondering impatiently.
*Flash*
The medal was scratched and bent where the door had been pried open.
*Flash*
"This piece of the door is bent, and the paint is chipped off. Which means it had been done more then once. "
"Why would the killer want to get into her car?"
Jack concentrated hard...