The Dark Before The Dawn

An Urban Fantasy Short Story

The past few months had been hell. Murder after murder, and still no sign or evidence of who did them until now. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't find anything to help the case move forward.

That was until now. The biggest shock to the police was that there was more than one killer. I suspected more than one, but not a whole group. The police did their best, but I found one specific piece of evidence that led us to where we are now.

The Temple of the Fellowship of the Darkened Dawn. It was a neo-Christian sect that punished those outside its walls of beliefs with death. Each victim had a cross etched into their foreheads and nailed to a tree.

I only found them because one of the members left a pamphlet on my doorstep. On it, they wrote details of the murders only me and the police knew about. It took some searching before I found where they met.

The temple wasn't typical or what I'd expected to see. It was a nondescript warehouse. Nothing special, and the only sign was the symbol of the cult that operated within its walls. A black sun radiated outwards.

If I were to drive past it, I'd miss it. Shortly after I got the paper, my phone rang with a voice telling me all the gory details of the members. They wanted it to stop.