Chapter 2
Late in the night, the police car sped down the road as an open moon stared down silently. It was another day or rather night of work for police officer Victor Dland, and he intended to get home quickly.
His eyes drooped wearily and he snapped himself awake, careful not to crash into anything in doing so.
" My kingdom for some strong coffee. " He said to himself.
And then a second later his eyes caught a black figure out of his peripheral vision, forcing his foot down on the brake immediately.
His speeds slowed into a grinding stop with the sound of tortured brakes as two thick, black streaks extended down the blacktop for at least thirty feet.
Fortunately, there was nothing on the road but his car. Dazed, Victor saw a strange figure runs between the buildings before he climbed out of his seat, hand hovering over his gun.
" Hello?" He only heard a crawling sound, a sort of hissing noise...
He raised his communicator up to his mouth and clicked " I've seen somethin' sketchy. It done messed with the car. I'm gonna go scout it out."
Static replayed for a few seconds. After a while, the commanding tone of the Lieutenant Roger Raincomprix, relayed through. " Be safe. And don't shoot unless provokoded."
Victor flicked on his flashlight from his back pocket, holding it carefully as he turned around. Slowly approaching the edge of the building , the officer stood and searched the alley.
Nothing was to be found but a concerned rat next to dumpster. Sighing, he flicked off the torch and made his way back to his car from the side of the road.
He radioed back into the station. " It was nothing. Nevermind."
Whoosh
A large figure slammed against the roof of the vehicle with the force of a falling ton. Glass shattered in all directions as Victor was thrown to the ground, shielding his eyes
Cries of the destroyed vehicle lasted for only a few seconds, distorted and warped in a horrid fashion.
" Victor ?" Landing on his rear, he had clicked the communicator. It relayed ever sound back to the police center.
He opened his eyes carefully, scared. The last thing he ever saw was a hulking figure on top of the shattered car, staring blankly. And red eyes.
"Victor? Victor?!"
Author Notes: Good or bad chapter?