Ok so how about this NAMEHERE can be like an f.b.i. agent whom stumbles on this secret government organization by pure accident. Like lets say for instance a witch is behind a interstate hostage issue, of course she wouldn't know it was a witch behind it but just try to follow me on this one. Well of course the f.b.i. and Miss. NAMEHERE, are called in as procedure. Well when she gets there she knows right away somethings not right, her instincts are telling her to run away, its too dangerous. Which is absolutely weird for her cause she's never been afraid a day in her life. While she's not gonna start running away now so she goes in as the head of the assault squad and there searching through this abandoned building for the hostage and suspect (witch.) She begins to feel stupid about being afraid especially since the place seems empty and so she decides to give the order to split up and she goes off alone to prove something to herself. Well deeper in weird things begin to happen, unexplainable things and she loses contact with the rest of her squad. She doesn't know but by now Salem agents have already arrived and have cleared out her squad and are going in after the witch she's closest to. By now she's completely off her game, its just too weird she no longer in control and this thing standing in front of her, although it looks human, it is not human. That much she can tell. So she opens fire spraying everywhere in a panic and hitting nothing. But that can't be because she's the best shot in her whole unit, there's something else happening as to why she's missing but before she can figure it out its too late and the witch is already at her throat. Just then the Salem agents arrive, those are definitely not government issued weapons they're using, and look even beyond military grade, heck they look like something straight out of a futuristic sci-fi movie. Just who were these people, just what was that thing they were after. All she had left after that encounter was the feeling how small she really was in this world and the acronym S.A.L.E.M. She begins investigating, they have to be listed somewhere but at every corner she's confronted with Salem doesn't exist. That can't be but she now she knows she can't get to them through proper channels and so she goes undercover and stumbles upon there recruiting habits. Definitely not easy because it seems everyone that works with them cease to exist, but everyone has a past. With that information she manages to put herself in prime position for recruitment and as she predicted they come to her. A double agent in the highest levels of government access but just who sought out who. Was that day all just a test for her, did they have there eye on her even before then, was that impossible trail she followed just well placed bread crumbs. What will she do now, she gave up everything to be recruited and what she discovered, even if she left would anybody believe her? Is this what she was so desperate to find, is the Salem?
Only problem its just starting out so not quite the 15+ active. Sorry, it really sounded like a nice fit for NAMEHERE *sigh* Well I don't know... I guess I'll just leave this add down there, just in case... right there.... *points to add* if you want to check it out, *smooths out add* :) ok...
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us, I think this might be what you're looking for.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
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Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. FieldsImagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."