The door was Steve's first indicator. It was open, swaying gently in the breeze and slightly off its hinges. A jagged scratch near the bottom wasn't a good sign either.
Silently, he and Danny exchanged a look. This was it.
A quick job brought them to the door, which Steve gently pushed open. Danny veered left, Steve right. It was dusk now, the hour when the sun hadn't quite decided if it was leaving yet, bathing the rooms they stormed through in a golden glow.
The otherworldly glow didn't last long, as Danny approached the kitchen, tell-tale bloodspatters marred the walls. The blood was old and congealed, at least a week, maybe more.
"Steve," he hissed into his radio, "I've got blood- ugh I've got a body in the kitchen, no sign of Andrew or the dog." He held his breath as the smell of a week old body got to him.
"Im not seeing either as well." Said Steve as he walked behind Danny. "Oh that's disgusting." the poor woman's guts were spilled across the floor, one of her arms hanging on by a thread. "Call up Max. I'll call Chin, they should be done."
When Danny hung up with Max, he turned around and met eyes with a troubled Steve. "Neither one is picking up." Without another word they sprinted for the car.
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"I told you we should have followed the chick." Smirked Dean as they headed off.
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Kono took the basement, while Chin swept the main floor. The house was silent and dark, both slightly terrifying at the moment.
Chin saw the blood before he saw the body. Paw prints, fresh ones, in bright red blood stained the cream carped leading away from the body. The woman was sprawled on the couch, gashes criss-crossing her front. The body was so fresh that blood was still dripping down the front.
"Kono, I've found the-" he was cut off as seven gunshots rang through the house, followed by a growl and a scream. Kono's scream. "KONO!"
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The basement was unfinished, cement walls and floors givin it the feeling of a dungeon rather than a house. Kono had her flashlight out, the dank florescent lighting wast doing much for her. She could hear breathing- her own? Chin's?
She didn't know, but she was almost to the back room when she heard it: a low-pitched, rumbling grown from right behind her. Freezing, she could feel it behind her. Watching. Waiting for her to make the first move.
Pivoting on one foot, she raised her gun to chest level. For a moment, she almost laughed: she was fighting a fucking werewolf. This is how she was gonna die, figures. It was five feet tall, all shaggy fur and teeth, with black eyes, all black. After digesting this, she decided to shoot first and ask questions later.
Popping off seven shots, all direct hits, she watched in amazement as it didn't even flinch and began to run at her. Diving to her left, she let out a scream as claws dug into her hip and slashed across her stomach. the thing crashed into the wall, momentarily stunned. Kono discarded her useless gun and pulled the knife strapped to her hip.
She didn't have time to think as the dog charged again. She hit the deck and slashed its chest, managing to avoid its jaws and claws. Struggling to her knees, she had enough time to raise her knife befor the dog landed right on top of her, claws diggin into her left shoulder and bicep. Kono slashed above her head with her right hand, desperate to keep its jaws away from her throat.
With a burst of clarity, Kono felt it scrabbling at her shins, slight gashes appearing, she heard Chin kicking the basement door open and knew she had to end this before he got hurt. Lifting her left hand, Kono released a pained grunt and grasped the knife with both hands. With all her strength, she thrust her knife into its throat and jerk it sideways, nearly decapitatin it.
She felt Chin burst in and kick the body off her, but it was already dead. After getting over the fact that she was alive, Kono started to feel the pain.
"Can you hear me? You did great. I called an ambulance.". He pressed his hands into her stomach, stemming the blood flow.
"I'm ok. Can we just get out of here?" She struggled to sit up, the walls were closing in and the smell of dog and blood was getting to her. Shakily, she attempted to climb to her feet. Chin forcibly pushed her back down, not letting her stand, his hands coated in her blood.
"You can't move yet," he said patiently, trying to control his panic as he watched the blood flow out of his cousin's many wounds. "The paramedics will be here really soon and then we can leave, ok?"
"I'm really ok, it's just a flesh wound." Kono protested, but she humored her cousin and stopped struggling. The pain was beginning to set in, but years of experience of pain let her know that nothing vital had been hit. "I hear sirens now." She mumbled.
"In the basement!" Shouted Chin as he heard footsteps above them. Danny and Steve burst in, guns drawn, but froze in the doorway in shock. A huge decapitaded dog lay slumped next to a bleeding Kono and a calm Chin.
"Are you ok?" Danny asked as he knelt by Kono. Chin was applying pressure to her stomach, where her shredded shirt revealed jagged scratches across from her hip to the bottom of the opposite ribcage. Her shoulder was also bleeding, but not seriously enough to warrant concern, as we're her legs.
"I'm ok. I'll be fine." Kono assured them, although she was breathing deeply. "Just make sure that thing's dead."
Craning his neck to peer at the bullet-riddled, headless corpse which Steve was examining, he snorted. "Babe, Steve couldn't make that thing more dead."