In the city of Andridge, there is a secret agency that captures and contains entities who harm, kidnap, or kill its people. The citizens come here for help when their friends, neighbours, or family go missing. Then it's up to the agents of the MEA to rescue the captured person in question. Unless that individual is already deceased and the body has been recovered. The client will meet with a pair of agents and present their case.
Depending on the severity of what has happened, is how the case is handled. The agents will begin with questioning and finding out what type of entity they are dealing with. Today, Morrison Grave, a new hire, is going to be trained by Pierce Weigel, a seasoned agent. Good luck to this new agent and his mentor. May the gods watch over them, and may their mission end on a positive note.
The client is waiting in a pure white room. The lights above her are dim and flicker as if on the verge of going out. She is anxious about the room. She wants to get this over with so she can go home. Fiona Santos is strong, protective, and selfless—all essential qualities in a parent—and strives to uphold them.
She has two children to look after; they need her just as much as she needs them. The room is dimly lit, with a harsh fluorescent light flickering above, casting long, ominous shadows across the walls.
A sturdy metal table is bolted to the floor, with three chairs arranged around it, and Fiona is seated in one. Two men walk in, causing the atmosphere in the room to become tense.
"Mrs. Fiona Santos?" one of the detectives questioned, looking inside the folder he was holding.
Straightening her dress, Fiona sat upright in her chair, looking forward and maintaining a sophisticated posture. "Ms. Santos," she corrected, "My husband passed away eight years ago."
"Our apologies," Detective Pierce nodded to his colleague as they sat across from her. As they sat, Detective Pierce folded his hands in front of himself atop the table and rolled his shoulders.
"Can you tell us again what happened to your children?" he asked, forcing a smile.
"Like I told the police and your associate here...my children and I were on our way to the park when it appeared out of nowhere." Fiona paused and exhaled slowly. "IT. TOOK.THEM.FROM.ME!" she enunciated each word by smacking her palm on the table.
Fiona fixed her frizzy hair, then wiped her sweaty palms off her dress.
"Can you recall again what they looked like?" Detective Pierce asked.
How could she forget what they looked like? Closing her eyes, Fiona could still see them even now. They were six feet tall, their limbs unnaturally long. Their fingers were black with pointed tips. A faded, torn green dress adorned their slim frame.
"Do you remember any facial features?" the detective next to Pierce asked, tapping his pen on the notepad he was writing on.
"It was always changing as if it were contorting together," Fiona replied, furrowing her brow.
Detective Pierce knew what they were dealing with and stood up. "That will be all, Ms. Santos."
His associate looked at him bewildered as she left the room.
"Are you sure about this, Pierce? What if Ms. Santos had something to do with her children's disappearances?"
"Morrison, have you ever heard of the entity called The Mother?"
An entity called Mother takes the children away, and they never come back. She first appeared in the 1800s when the children from a local orphanage went missing. Since then, eyewitnesses have given the same description to adults.
"So, what happens to the children?" Morrison paled, dreading even asking at this point.
"Her den isn't too far from here. There, I am sure we will find what remains of them," replied Pierce, exiting the room with his associate close behind him.
In the middle of the forest, a six-foot-tall figure dug into the earthen soil where white and yellow bones mixed in. Mother added more to the pile, proudly gleaming at their children.
A rustle nearby startled the entity, and she emitted a horrible scream, scrambling on all fours toward the sound. Pierce stepped out, holding a specially made shotgun in his hand. As they got closer, he fired the shot, hitting Mother in the chest with a spray of buckshot. They writhed and screamed, contorting on the ground.
Morrison stepped out from behind a tree. "What the hell was in that shot?" he asked, pushing over a container on a dolly with symbols on the outside of it. Pierce kept his gun trained on Mother.
"Celtic salt, sage, and Florida water," the seasoned detective replied.
Morrison blinked in surprise and began questioning how they would get the entity into the barrel when it glowed—a low, chanting sound emitted from inside, drawing 'Mother' in and causing her to shriek. The lid was sealed tightly, and Pierce placed a talisman on top of it.
"This will hold her, right?"
"We haven't had one break out yet. Of course, that doesn't mean it won't happen."
Morrison tensed, keeping his eyes trained on the container, causing Pierce to laugh.
"Let's get Mother back to base," said the seasoned detective. The detective in training gladly followed behind the other as they loaded her into the van. They got inside the truck, shutting their doors on the driver and passenger sides.
"What kind of detective are you?" Morrison asked, fastening his seatbelt.
"Supernatural Detective, and welcome to the Mystic Eldritch Agency or the MEA." Pierce smiled, put the car in drive, and drove down the dirt road.
"The MEA, huh?" Morrison leaned back in the car seat. "I guess it can't be so bad."
After Pierce and Morrison had removed Mother, the recovery team went in to see if they could retrieve Ms. Santos's missing children. The recovery team found both siblings; the two children sat huddled together in a small shack in the woods near Mother's nesting ground. If they had waited any longer, then the children would have been the entity's next victims.
Mother has been captured and contained. The clean-up of her burial grounds has begun. The bones will be returned to their families by a team from the MEA. The case of The Mother is closed.
As both of them returned to their office, Pierce hung up his coat and took off his aviator sunglasses, placing them in the pocket of his short-sleeved dress shirt. "What did you think about your first day?" the mentor asked his new partner. Morrison ran a hand through his dark auburn hair and leaned against the desk he would be writing his reports at. "Well, it is certainly different. And you deal with cases like this all of the time?" the newbie replied. Pierce nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Each one is always new and exciting. Other times, you get some similar ones, but it's never a dull day."
Morrison nodded, soaking in the information. He came here from the local Andridge detective agency. He wasn't bored with the job, but here lately he had started seeing things that others couldn't see. So his ex-boss sent him here, thinking that this would be for his best interest. Turns out he was right about this place and the MEA itself. For a detective like himself, this was the perfect place to work.
"Should we get to work on that report?" the newbie questioned. Pierce shook his head and patted Morrison on the shoulder. "Nah, go ahead and go home. I'll let you write up the next one." The mentor smiled. He then plopped down behind his very cluttered desk, opening up his laptop. Morrison nodded and headed out the door and into the parking garage where his car was parked. Sliding into the driver's seat, he took a moment to clear his head before turning the car on and headed home.
A tall figure stood in the doorway of the mentor's office. "Do you think he's a good fit for the company, Pierce?" they asked. The detective looked up from his laptop. "Boss! What a surprise to see you out lurking around," he grinned. The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Pierce chuckled. "Yeah, he's a good fit for the MEA. So don't worry your pretty little head," he chuckled. "Good... good. Then I want you to train him to the best of your ability. Don't hide any information from him," said the tall figure going back out into the hallway.
Pierce sighed leaning back in his chair staring at the blank word document before he started typing. Morrison would one day have his own partner... his own protégé to guide. Or maybe they would be someone gifted with the sight like him. Fingers graced across the keyboard as he began with the title page. Followed by the case number though it wasn't the first case report for him it was for Morrison and their would be many more after this to follow.