You're the fox I couldn't catch,
I have roses in my eyes will you ever pass,
From the glass that magnifies my eyes,
If I blink for a moment will you pass me by,
You're the river that tried to run,
Tried to catch you with a net but you had your fun,
You slipped between the cracks,
You thought you were fast but i found your tracks.
Fox - Toby Johnson
Her keys jangled against each other as she smoothly unlocked the front door and pushed it open, flicking on the light switch to illuminate the dark hallway before her. It was curious that the light had been off since Greg's silver Cadillac was parked out front and he usually made sure every light was on before he began working. Shrugging, Sydney hefted her embroidered work bag over her shoulder and continued on to the back room where she spent most of her time. She turned on several lights on the way, becoming more and more confused with each one. Greg had never left them off before in the two years she'd worked there.
The funeral home was her father's idea; an easy way to get her meals. She hated embalming the dead, but it was the only way she could safely eat. The only way she could not draw attention to herself. Memories of her father always made her nostalgic, but she had no time to dwell today.
Tangling her wavy chestnut hair in one hand, she approached the embalming room. As she drew closer, she began to hear a deep worried voice crying out. Dropping her bag on the floor, she rushed forward, throwing open the unlocked door, and stopping still in shock at the scene before her.
Her boss stood with his back pressed against the far wall and his arms outstretched as if warding off something. His face twisted into a terrified expression and his eyes widened in fear. Sydney's heart began to pound just looking at him, even though she could not see what made him so horrified.
Loud growls began to rebound through the room from an invisible source, making Greg cry out with each rumble. He kept trying to press his back further against the wall and away from the strange noise. Sydney searched wildly for what was making the sound, alarm bells going off in her head, but she could see nothing until two huge muddy pawprints materialized on the polished tiles in front of Greg.
Sydney watched in horror as something she couldn't see launched itself at her boss. He screamed in pain as ten deep slices appeared in his stomach, blood pouring from them in floods and spilling down into pools on the floor. She screamed as well, watching as Greg fell, his eyes now dull in death. Her eyes rolled back and everything went black as she collapsed on the tiles, her head hitting the solid ground quite forcefully.