Prentice

PROLOGUE Fact: The Prentice family has existed since the beginning of time. All generation have become well known leaders of some sort under a different alias which some of us may well know of. They are very dangerous and highly unpredictable. Fact: Haven valley is known for unexplained events. This is a town of weird and extraordinary things. November 3rd, 1952. Tom’s Diner, Haven Valley. Midnight. Conrad Prentice walked into the dinner in a black coat. He took off his hat then walked over to the counter and sat. The waitress turned to him and smiled, “How may I help you Sheriff?” she asked quietly. Conrad looked up at her and sighed, “One beer, Martha. Thank you.” He muttered then looked round as she walked off. Conrad Prentice had been the town sheriff for ten years now and it only seemed like only yesterday when he got the job. Born in a family of four, he was the first and only son of his parents. Mother died at childbirth leaving his father no choice but to take another wife. His sister, Martha was a waitress at Tom’s dinner. She got married to Thomas Wayne and left the Prentice name behind (She was lucky to have found love at the age of 18. Now she’s 30 and happy.) Everyone born of the Prentice family had a unique trait. The snow-white hair. You had to be born of a Prentice to have this trait even though it was like a curse in the town of Haven. Conrad stared at two men who watched him from the corner, they’d come in after he did and had been on his tail the whole night. Martha came back with a mug full of beer then dropped it in front of him, “Anything else, Sheriff?” “Yeah… any idea who those fellows might be?” he asked silently. Martha looked up then looked at their direction, “They’ve been on me for a while.” “Probably Mafias. Don’t get into any trouble, big brother” Conrad took the mug and gulped everything down, he took out two coins then placed it in her palm, “Greet the kids, I’ll come over soon.” “I sure hope so mister” Morgue Alley, Haven Valley. 01:23am. Two men followed the Sheriff into an alley. They pulled out loaded revolvers and shot the sheriff. One of them walked over then knelt beside Conrad’s body, “This is the end sir.” He stood and they turned to leave when squeaks came from behind them, they looked back but Conrad was gone, “Where did he go?!” Conrad appeared behind them then thrust his hand, ripping their hearts out. He stumbled back then sat against the wall, “Martha, help me!” he whispered.