It was silent and peaceful during the beginning of the night of July 8th 2010. At least it was, from Dr. James Crystaals' point of view. He was beyond absolutely excited, probably wouldn't even notice if he got annihilated by a chemical reaction. James zoomed in on a cell that seemed to change from almost furry like to similar to human with his nifty microscope. As James frantically scribbled down the reactions, there a muffled clatter from outside. Frowning, he opened the door with the NO TRESPASSING(And no one gets knocked out by a microscope) sign.
"Hello?" James called. No one should be in the building but him. James added nervously, "Samantha, if that's you, please be careful with the equipment..."
A shadow flickered across James' vision at an impossible speed. James shook his head, attempting to clear his head. "Must be seeing things..." he muttered, closing the door. James sighed, sitting back down in his dim office. There was a sound of fast footsteps, no, paw steps, behind him. James spun around on his office chair, holding a container full of disgusting stomach acid threateningly.
"Samantha, now's not the time for hide and seek..." James gulped in fear, returning to his work. He glanced up at his metal lamp, his eyes widening. There was an orange fluffy wolf with impossibly long teeth and dark blue eyes in the reflection. What threw the scientist off was a black mark that looked somewhat like a star on it's forehead. Other than the starved expression and saber teeth, the wolf was actually quite cute. James grabbed an unused lamp with his hand that wasn't holding the stomach fluid and sprang out of his seat.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRGH!" James caterwauled, stumbling around blindly. He blinked in surprise. The wolf wasn't there. There was a snarl from behind James, deep and very frightening. James spun around, squeaking in fear. The container dropped with a thud, thankfully the acid hadn't been spilled. James back up against the door, the wolf growling and snapping hungrily at him.
"Let me out! Someone! HELP!" James screamed, pounding on the door when he realized it was deadlocked. No one came. James whimpered, sinking to the ground, his heart pounding wildly. Hoping that this will help in someway, James flipped the switch of the very bright lamp, it's bulb facing the wolf. Blinded for a second, he made his way to the phone, every heartbeat could be his last. The orange wolf howled in surprised, blinded by the light. It shook it's massive furry head, blinking to get it's sight back. James punched in 9-1 before he heard the wolf's starved, very cross snarl behind him. He gulped, sweat dripping from his forehead and a tear of fright from his eye rolling down his cheek. James spun around, regretting to have not chosen the police academy so many years ago. The wolf pounced, a scream coming from James' throat. The last thing he could ever see was the wolf's snapping snow white teeth.