Beasts and Cops – Chapter 1

A growl! It was cold. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye! It was dark. I felt something behind me! It was wet. Just four houses away! My eyes are streaming. I need to run! It smells like wet dog. I heard the steps of a large beast behind me! I felt pain. RRIIIPP.

"A gruesome homicide out of Welch County today," the newsman reported calmly as I was running to get to the homicide. "A Caucasian male in approximately his late teens or early twenties was found 2 houses down from his own home, with his back shredded deeply by a curved knife-like weapon," said my coworker, Brian. Belt, check; tied shoes, check; and tie, check. I sighed. This is the third murder this week!

I jumped in my FBI GMC Yukon, and checked my pockets for my phone. DANG IT! I ran into my house and grabbed my Droid Razor off my hall table. Once again, in the car and got my phone this time. I started the engine, turned on my emergency lights and sped off. I was late as it is, and if it couldn't get any worse, there was traffic on the freeway, so I ended up shutting off my lights.

By the time I arrived at the homicide in Welch, A crowd had formed. There was crying, screaming, and people frozen in fear. It was quite the crowd. I saw that there was a forest on the other side of the street to the houses. I took out my notebook and started describing the area.

"A row of 10 or 12 suburban homes across the street of a forest. Ground wet from recent rain. The blood puddle is 1 house property length, and the width of the street. Blood is thin from water, and brown fur-like hair around body. Seems like a bear is the murderer." I scribbled in my notebook.

" Hey, Connor! We found something in the body, and their taking photos now." Said my partner, Juliana. I went over and put on a pair of gloves while I waited for them to take their last shots. After they finished, I stuck my hand past nerves, organs, and other internal body parts until I felt something that didn't feel like it was human. I pulled it out to find a black claw made of a thick fingernail-like substance. I heard shrills of screams from the crowd as I held it up. They were screams of fear.