LUPUS
A/N: Lupus is the Latin word for WOLF.
DISSCLAIMER: I own NOTHING.
Chapter 1:
DEACON'S WOODS, TURNER'S GENERAL STORE, COLORADO, 11:58 PM
Grey Turner's old, brittle hands loosely clung to the broom in his hands as he half-heartedly swept up the dusty shop he had owned for over 28 years. He let out a tired sigh and glanced down at his wrist watch; it would be midnight any second now. An angry howl caused his head to snap up. He could hear the sound of chains rattling around from the basement followed by a series of ferocious growls and barking; they were fighting. A pained whimper shot through the stiff air and then everything went deathly silent. Grey's eyes went wide and his heartbeat quickened. He could sense that the beast was behind him and he could hear it snarling. Grey slowly turned around and positioned the broom so that he was holding it like a baseball bat. Before him a wolf with fur as black as night and two glowing red eyes bared it's sharp, white teeth and got ready to attack.
"How did you get loose?" Grey asked. His eyes traveled down to the broken chain link around beast's left paw.
The wolf slowly stalked closer causing Grey to suck in a frightened breath. "Now you stay back you hear!" He yelled out to the beast. Its red eyes flashed with nothing but pure and intense anger. Before Grey Turner even had a chance to fight back the wolf lunged for him, slamming his elderly body to the floor and going right for his throat.
WASHINGTON D.C., FBI HEADQUARTERS, 9:30 AM
Special agent Dana Scully pushed open the door to the cramped basement office she had shared with her partner for over seven years now. She placed her cup of coffee down on her desk and looked over to her partner who was completely engrossed in a case file
After a long moment Mulder finally finished reading the file and closed it tossing it onto Scully's desk. "Lupus." Mulder said simply getting up from his chair and grabbing Scully's coffee.
"Lupus?" She asked, quirking an elegant eyebrow. "That's Latin for wolf."
"Somebody studied hard in school." Mulder teased taking a long gulp of the hot black liquid.
Scully shot him a mock annoyed glare and opened up the manila folder. Inside she saw several crime scene photos of a man who had obviously been attacked by a wild animal, a wolf no doubt. "Mulder this man was killed by a wolf. This isn't even close to being an X-File."
"That's where you're wrong my little skeptic." Mulder quickly grabbed the folder out of her hands and flipped through a few of the pages. "You see when the police arrived at the scene all of the doors and windows were locked. A customer who arrived at the store early looked through one of the windows and saw the owner, one Mr. Grey Turner, lying motionless on the floor. She quickly called 911 and the police had to bust down the door."
"Okay so what your saying is how could a wild animal have gotten into the store when everything was clearly locked up tight and there were no signs of a break in or forced entry." She folded her arms across her chest and studied him carefully. "Mulder, maybe this man was keeping the wolf in the store; perhaps locked up somewhere. People have been known to keep wild animals illegally as pets."
"See that's the thing Scully. No wolf was found inside any part of the store either."
Scully gave him that look that told him she knew there was more to it but he was keeping it in. "What aren't you telling me Mulder?"
"The police found a dead body and no wild animal but what they also sound was the man's 15-year old twin niece and nephew locked up in the basement. The boy was fine, just some bruising and a few scratches but the girl was found unconscious with multiple deep tissue wounds and had to be rushed to the hospital."
Scully took her cup of coffee away from Mulder and let out a frustrated sigh when she found that it was empty. "When do we leave?" She asked.
