Cross: Paranormal Book

Disclaimer: All OCs, Officer, Jerry Hawkk, Micheal Hawkk, Samuel, Gregory Haywire, and others belong to me.

Summary: In 2075, paranormal super detective Jerry Hawkk died in his bed at the age of 68 due to a lung disease. His son, prosecutor Micheal Hawkk never believed his stories of the paranormal, thinking it all to be a load of lies. Now that he has died, he has left behind a life book of the case that began his career, a paranormal case that effected the lives of thousands. This book, 'Cross', has been left to Micheal in his will. Now reading the books and retracing his father's steps in his journey, will he believe in his father's career? Or will nothing about him change at all?

Author's Note: This story will primarily take place in the past. It will be set in present (or future, seeing as when this story takes place, lol) terms which will focus on Micheal Hawkk, and in flashback form that will focus on Jerry Hawkk.

Key:

"Talking"

Thoughts

"Ghost or any paranormal entity speaking"

'Thoughts of ghosts or any paranormal entity'

Breaker between past and present. All of 'Cross' will take place in between these, after it, it will be Micheal's story. in between it, it's Jerry's story. This in NOT including the one used at the beginning and end of the chapter of this story.

Please enjoy.

Chapter 1: Paranormal Book

(E-City Court of Law, 11:50 A.M., Saturday, 2075)

"Has the jury reached a verdict?"

"Yes, your Honor. We the jury, hereby find the defendant, guilty of Murder of the first degree."

"Thank you for your decision. We will later hold a separate trial to determine the punishment For now, court is adjourned." Said the Judge, as he then banged his gravel.

This was a time of mixed sorrow and happiness- a murder victim was just given justice, as his murderer was going to soon be punished, and sorrow for the friends of family of he murderer, a middle class family man they couldn't believe committed such a horrible deed.

Yet for one man, it was neither. For one man, he felt something that probably would have enraged most of the courtroom. He felt...

Victory.

Absolute and utterly complete... victory. No other word could describe it. He did have a reason to back it up, though. He won.

The one who felt victory was non other then the 'Prosecutor of the Sky' Micheal Hawkk, as many liked to call him, due to his last name and his birds eye view of almost all the evidence in a case (he NEVER missed any important evidence, or trite ones for that matter). It wasn't very hard to miss him if he was walking down a street, if the swarm of people surrounding him didn't give you a hint, the spiky black hair, black eyes, colder-then-the-North-Poll glare, and his very outdated article of clothing (it almost looked like he lived in the Seventeenth Century) pretty much give him away.

"Great job out there, Hawkk!"

"Another criminal put in his place... you sure are a work of art, Hawkk!"

"Well well, 'Prosecutor of the Sky', job well done."

"BASTARD! YOU BAAAASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU, HE WAS INNOCENT YOU HERE ME!? INOOOCENT!"

The prosecutor prodigy (unless you don't count the fact someone was already a prosecutor at age 22 and had gotten the 'guilty' verdict on over 100 people a prodigy) couldn't help but chuckle as the guards took the one who said the last line in custody (he simply glared at those who made the other comments). This had happened again and again, the stupid comments, and every now and then, the idiot who went mad at his skills (most of the time because he put someone they knew or loved behind bars). It didn't matter to him, he simply continues walking to his car (ignoring the press), go to the cafe, then go back to his office after work. Dammit though, it would be a nice change in this routine if these damn idiots just stopped pestering me... Thought Micheal as he turned on his car. "107. That makes one hundred and seven people I've put behind bars..." Said Micheal to himself in his car, as the 24 year old prosecutor simply repeated his process all over again. Even saying out loud how many people he put behind bars had become a standard process.

He always liked to know his schedule EXACTLY, when would someone arrive in his office, how long will a court trial take, and so on.

Too bad that was about to be shattered to a thousand tiny bits. It began with his cell phone's ring. And ended when he picked it up to answer.

"This is Micheal Hawkk, prosecutor for E-City. Hurry up and state your business now before I lose my patience and hang up."

"Umm..." Said a unfamiliar voice, probably a doctor.

"Are you a doctor from the hospital were my father is?" Or was? "Y-yes I am." Said the nervous doctor. "I'm afraid... we have some terrible news, your father, h-"

"He's dead, isn't he?"

"Y-yes! How did yo-"

"His condition was getting worse and worse, only a matter of time... I have already said my goodbyes to him." Said the Prosecutor of the Sky to the doctor, completely calm about his father's death, the were never on the best of terms, anyway.

"Well... I'm sorry for your lost. It'll take about an hour before we can remove the body from this room. If you can, before then, you can come by and see him one last ti-" CLICK. Right then was when Micheal hung up.

Jerry Hawkk... my father... so, your...As much as he had been annoyed by his father, he couldn't help but feel a little sorrow... a little.

"Oh well. What a nuisance. Guess It's time to call the family..." Said Micheal calmly to himself as he called his house. He had a precise schedule too follow, he couldn't waste it calling a lot of people he didn't even know. But this was one of the best parts of being rich- he had other people that could do it for him.

"Greetings." Said a elderly male caretaker of Micheal's house that picked up the phone, not seeing the caller I.D. first. "This is the Hawkk residence, owned by Micheal Hawkk, the master of the house isn't here at the moment, my I take a mess-"

"He's dead."

"O-oh! Mr. Hawkk, sir!" He had gotten used to this by now, whenever Micheal called someone he never said 'Hello' or anything, he just got straight to the point. "C-can you repeat that sir?"

"He's dead. My father, Jerry Hawkk, is dead." Said Micheal impatiently.

"Oh, well, I am so sorry for your loss, Mr. Hawkk..." Said the caretaker, lets call him Samuel. "Is there anything I can do for you to help you with you loss, sir?"

"Why, as a matter of fact, yes. I want you to call the rest of my family members and tell them Jerry is dead. I'm busy right now, goodbye." Said Micheal as he then hanged up the phone and entered the cafe.

"W-wait! ..." At this, Samuel sighed and hung up. 'Busy'? He knew he was just following that stupid schedule of his... The Prosecutor of the Sky, the Prosecutor Above Prosecutors, the prosecutor of the catastrophe of the 'XC-5' incident... a cold and ruthless prosecutor who acted like his father's death was of no importance to him. Although he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't. "Well time to start calling..."

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(E-City Great Graveyard, five days later, 4:56 P.M.)

So, father, this is our last encounter... Thought Micheal to himself at the burial place of his father, the 'Great Graveyard', supposedly haunted by thousands of spirits... the sheer reason he chose it.

Now, to talk about Jerry. Jerry Hawkk, a man that was as famous as his son. The biggest difference (other than Jerry's cheerful personality) was his occupation. You would think he had something to do with the law, right?

Wrong. If you did, you deserved a good smack on the head.

He specialized as a detective. But not just any detective, one in the field of the... supernatural.

A paranormal detective, dealing with the unexplainable...

To Micheal, it seemed like a load of crap.

That which was unexplainable could not be possible. Everything can be explained, no exceptions.

That which cannot be explained cannot happen.

That was one of the key reasons they never got alone. Micheal bet that the money he took home from work was just from something else he wouldn't tell his family, because he didn't want to share his success with the poorer members of the family. That was fine by Micheal.

He didn't care. For as long as he could remember, Micheal Hawkk had extremely little interest in what he though his father's true job might be... but CERTINATLY nothing to do with the paranormal. He didn't- RING RING RING.

"Eh? Oh now..." Micheal then looked at his PDA and sighed- the old man had left him something in his well and he was supposed to pick it up now. Or he would be late and it would tamper with his schedule. There was NO way he could let that happen. He then dashed to his car and drove off.

--

(35 minutes later)

"Ah yes, Micheal Hawkk, the deceased man's son... follow me please." Said an old man with very large glasses (looking at them, there were even spirals in them, making him look like some mad scientist), and wearing a lab coat. On top of that, he had no hair and many wrinkles.

"May we hurry this up, please? I have plans, Gregory... Haywire?" Said Micheal reading the man's name tag. Idiot doesn't even know he has it on the back of his shirt... I’ll let him figure it out by himself. "Yes, that it my name, youngin." He said, sitting down. "Now for you inheritance..."

The next few minutes Micheal received a multitude of things- some furniture, some of his old man's personal belongings, some money (in the form of 10 grand), and some of his books. But one stood out compared to the rest of the books.

"'Cross'?"

"Yes. That reminds me, he specifically asked you to read that book. He wrote it himself, some kind of autobiography."

"Whatever. Good day, sir." Said Micheal as he walked out of the building and to his car.

"... Sigh... oh Jerry." Said the old man, as he looked out the window, it was now raining. He couldn't help but sigh again as he saw the Prosecutor of the Sky leave the building (he has perfectley prepared for the rain and brought his umbrella- according to the news it would rain around the time he went to get his father's inheritence. It followed his schedule exactly) "Your son... he... I hope that book can change him, for the better."

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(The Hawkk Mansion, 10:00 P.M. sharp, Micheal's room)

"Hmph... 'Cross'..." His first instinct was to never read this, but... he figured, reading it was the least he could do for the old man. As he opened the page, he noticed a piece of paper fall out. "Wha...?" He sighed, picked it up and read it.

Son, by the time you read this, I will be dead. I know you don't liked to be bored with unnecessary details, so I will get straight to the point. This is an autobiography. Of my life, starting from my first day as a paranormal detective... I have one favor also. I will list important landsides I visited in my life, please follow them in order as they appear in this book. Please, for you dying old man... this is my final request. Farewell, my son. Farewell, Micheal Hawkk.

Your father...

"Jerry Hawkk" Said Micheal, saying the last two words out loud. "Hmph, an autobiography? A book of your lies throughout the years?" Micheal then thought for a moment, then sighed. He then called the downstairs main phone with his cell phone.

"Sir? What is it?" Said Samuel picking up the phone.

"I need you to do something. Starting tomorrow, I'll have to be leaving, traveling..."

"What? For how long?"

"I don't know, please inform all my business contacts in the meantime, goodbye." Said Micheal, hanging up the phone.

"Well well... I guess I might as well..." Said Micheal, as he then opened up the book to it's first page.

(Chapter 1 end)

Well, that is the first chapter... so, what do you all think? Good? Bad? Please tell me your thoughts.

P.S. This chapter has been spell checked and edited.