Dead
By
Gennia and Alice
Chapter 1
"We should have just waited until tomorrow and looked for them in front of the hotel. What on earth were you thinking, looking for the Backstreet Boys in some deserted mountain." The blonde girl whined, half to herself, as she dragged her feet across the stubborn, ankle-high snow.
"Well, I thought we agreed that it would be a good idea to look for Kevin and Brian’s house since it’s not everyday we get to fly from L.A. to Atlanta." The taller brunette said in an irritated tone
"I for one didn’t know that we were gonna be stuck looking in some stupid mountain! We are like so far off from the main trail and it’s snowing hard again!" The girls stopped walking, their whines turned into angry yells.
"Look, you’re the one who said you saw houses over here!!"
"I DID!! Who knows where it wen--" the blonde suddenly stopped as something shiny in the snow caught her attention. "ohmigosh! What’s that?"
"Hey! Don’t try to change the subject!"
"No no! Come over here, whatta heck is that?" the taller girl was dragged against her will toward a large bush. As they moved closer, the object’s brilliant shine grew obvious. It was blocked from sight by a few wild plants and big rocks, almost as if someone purposely hid it there.
"Wh…I think it’s a watch." The brunette leaned closer to examine the treasure.
"Dude, it’s got diamonds on it! Too bad it’s kinda cracked." the other girl rubbed the face of the watch with her gloved thumb.
"Cool! Ohmigod, maybe Brian dropped it! Hehe" the brunette couldn’t help but to also get into the spirit.
"Let’s get it out…" the two of them started pulling on the silvery timepiece, but instead of coming lose right away, it didn’t budge from its resting place.
"Man! We have to dig." Two pairs of black gloves excitedly removed the tightly packed snow around half of the watchband. After much pulling and grunting, the beautiful watch popped out of the ground. But what the two curious girls did not expect to see in front of them was the ashen, limp hand which the watch tightly wrapped upon.
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"Thank you very much for your cooperation, you’ve been a great help. Please call us if you need anything." The middle-age police officer said as he stood up and shook the frightened girls’ hands. His thin brown hair and soft features were somewhat comforting, but nothing could have erased the horrible picture in their minds from earlier that afternoon.
Just as they turned toward the door and the man sat back down behind his desk, one girl turned around, "Um, officer, is it ok if I ask who…who was it?"
The older man’s eyes were filled with understanding. He nodded and flipped through a vanilla folder, finally stopping on a page that looked pretty much the same as all the others.
"Uh…you might have heard of him. He’s in some singing group, Backstreet Boys I believe? Name’s Nickolas Gene Carter. Sad really, died two days before his 21st birthday."