Yes Ed did steal my computer for a little while yesterday to tell you what happened up until this point in the story (cause I'm lazy and didn't want one huge chapter explaining everything). Just to warn you this chapter is kinda gruesome, thank google for evilly bloody animal attack photos. If you want to see the reference I had you can type in bear attack bodies on google images, some crazy shit there...

Also another warning I made this chapter a cliff hanger, but I'll probably upload the next chapter later today or tomorrow, depending on how I feel (I caught a cold and feel like crap, it sucks being sick).

Oh and to remind you I don't have the heart to kill Ed, so don't be like "The next chapter he's going to die!" or something, I kill him but bring him back in most of my stories. I Ed too much to let him stay dead, he's so damn luck he's hot :3.

So yes enjoy, I know some of you crazy people out there who love blood and guts will like this. I'll probably change the rating on this to M cause it's only going to get worse, and I don't want to scare little children (cause my dad made me watch jurassic park 3 when I was 6, I'm still scared of dinosaurs and I'm 15 now) and I don't want kids growing up to be like me XD

Ed and I you all and thank you for the reviews/comments I've received so far.

:3


Beast of the Night

"Another murder?" I ask Mustang, looking down at the file that rests under my hand. He nods grimly.

"Yeah, poor girl was torn to shreds. The labs doing tests to see if they can find any DNA but so far they haven't found any proof that it was a person, they still say it was a dog."

"But a normal dog couldn't do that kind of damage! It seems more like a bear or a wolf killing these people. And then of course the thing has to strike at the dead of night so there aren't any witnesses, well any live witnesses." I sigh and put my hand to my forehead.

For about a month now someone, or something, has been killing the citizens of central. A new body shows up at least three times a week, each one torn apart until the person is nearly unrecognizable. I open the folder to look at the crime scene photos, trying not to gag at the sight.

The first time I had seen a picture from the murder sight I had actually thrown up, it was too horrible to imagine that somebody could have slaughtered somebody that way. Now I'm used to seeing these poor people torn to shreds, lying in an alley somewhere to rot.

I could barely even tell that this body in the picture was even human; she looked like some butchered animal. Blood splattered the walls and the floor; it even looked like there were some bloody hand prints on the wall, like she was trying to climb the wall to escape. You could see her bones, muscle and fat nearly completely stripped away, hanging in bloody strands from the white bone. Organs lay around the alley, some with huge bite marks taken out of them. Then of course there was her face, her eyes were gone and huge slash marks covered her face. Her upper lip was gone to reveal skull and teeth.

"I doubt that this is a person, I can barely stand looking at these photos. I can't see any sane person being able to do something like this." I put the pictures face down on the desk, looking at the ground, trying to keep myself from throwing up.

"Whatever it may be it is our duty to protect the people of this country, you can leave this case if you're too squeamish."

"No, I'm following this until the end. Besides I've seen some pretty crazy shit in my life before this even started."

"We've issued a curfew for the citizens and anyone that is walking or driving at night must be accompanied by another person, even military personnel." Mustang crosses his fingers together, gray eyes glaring at me through even darker hair.

"I know when you say that you're pretty much only telling it to me." I growl, "I'm not a little kid anymore you know."

"But you still can act like one at times, even though you've grown up a little since we met you still have the same headstrong personality." He sighs and turns to face the large window that is right behind his desk, looking at the night sky with a distant look.

"Well I'm walking home; I'm not sleeping in your office again. Al doesn't like it when I don't get home; he treats me like I'm the younger brother." I turn away from the desk when I hear a dry cough from behind me.

"You're not walking alone."

"You may rule the country but you don't rule over me."

"I'm not letting out there alone, it's three in the damn morning and you know that thing attacks late at night."

"Well maybe I'll run into him, you never know." I walk out of the room as fast as I can, not looking back or flinching when he screams my name. I slam the large door behind me and bolt out of the building, speeding down deserted hallways until I reach the door.

I look behind me and smile when I notice that no one has followed me. Smirking, I begin to walk down the street towards home, hoping that Al won't be mad that I'm leaving work so late.

The whole way down the street I see no one; the only sound is the rustling of fall leaves as the cool autumn breeze blows them across the street. I shiver and pull my coat tighter around me.

Then there is a strange sound, like some animal gnawing on a bone. I listen and hear it coming from an alley nearby. Quietly I walk over to the alley, peaking around the corner to gasp at the sight before me.

Another victim has been claimed by the murderer, their body lying just feet from me. Another body is in the back of the alley, and standing over it is a large dog. The beast has the person's arm in its mouth, teeth grinding through what flesh is left.

I cup my hand to my mouth and try not to vomit when the beast looks up at me, emerald eyes fixing me with a cold glare. It stands up and slowly stalks towards me, mouth open and blood coated tongue lolling out in pleasure of its next meal.