It couldn't be good. Not when something was about to chew your head off. Not good at all. 'Course
it was all a Hallucination Right...Right? Quickly I pinched my arm, hard. Nope that freakish preist
was still trying to bite a hole in my neck. I took a deep breath and blacked out.
There was blood all over my shirt. Funnily enough all i could think of is that my favorite shirt had just
been ruined. I was not happy about that at all. I felt a cold fury rise in me. Goddamnit I just had it
dry cleaned. It cost $100 bucks. When I find that bastard he is going to pay. I looked down at my
hands. They were shaking. Why did my back hurt like hell. That was because there was a fucking spike
through it. I blacked out again.
Slowly I stood up. There was a squelching noise and i felt something drip down the front of my shirt
Blood. Lots of it. My blue police uniform was red, totally red. And there was a hole in my chest. Yet
somehow i felt nothing. Just a tingling sensation. What happened next really freaked me out. Some black
stuff just flew straight towards my chest and the hole vanished as if it was never there. I turned around and
looked down. A wooden pew had smashed and there was blood all over one of the splinters. It poked up
into the air like a devil's claw. I'm not sure where I was. I looked around. I was in a Church. But.
Blood coated the walls. And the ground was covered in dust. Dust with a little piece of silver in them.
Slowly I reached down. My hand moved throught the dust to the silver. I screamed in pain and dropped it.
I looked at my finger. It was burnt. Maybe that silver had been shot through a gun or something...
then maybe there was someone here.I whipped out my pistol and damn near tossed it across the room.
My handgun's weight had all but vanished.I searched for targets. Just as I was trained to do. My eyes
focused on the alter. There was a man there. Crouched over someone. I felt a jolt in my gut. It was Kitten.
The little girl who just joined up for D11.
"FREEZE IN THE NAME OF THE LAW"
The man looked at me once and crouched over kitten again. I couldn't tell what he was doing. But i could
hear something a sort of sucking noise. Shaking, I walked over and forced my gun on the back of the
bloke's head.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but freeze when I say freeze." I sounded alot more brave
than I felt. He didn't do anything. He just kept on... Holy shit. His teeth were latched to kitten's neck.He was
drinking her blood. I fell back in horror. Bile rose in my throat and I almost vomited. I kept backing away
then raised my pistol and put a full clip into the bastard. He jerked a bit as the bullets entered his back.
I grinned savagly as his blood started to splash across the floor. I never expected him to get up. Which he
did. He walked towards me. I started fumbling with another magazine. I slid it into the gun and opened
fire. The bullets smashed into him. Blood sprayed and he jerked like crazy but he kept coming on. The flashes
of light stopped and a staccato of clicks filled the air. And then he was in front of me. He looked at
my face and gave me a sardonic grin.
"You are one of us"
then he slugged me over the head and I blacked out for the third time that night.