La Caza
Summary: Regular LAPD officer has the misfortune to fight off a ruthless bad blood.
WARNING: This story will get gory if you are unable to handle gore turn back. You have been warned.
Chapter 1
December 2029
The City of Angels was suffering a cold winter, the regular sunny warm days were leaving many trembling in the freezing cold. Then again, the Angelenos were not known to tolerate cold temperatures, most will bundle up, ready to face on a winter storm when the temperature drops down below 50 degrees. So, when the city was dealing with a record-breaking temperature of 5 degrees, many believe to be a winter hell. Depending on who receives the new, to add another layer to the cold, new reports were predicting the chances of actual snow. A crazy phenomenal prediction, it never snowed in the city and many will believe so. Expect that it did snow back in 1932, it was short-lived and quickly forgotten. However, this sparked hope in many Angelenos, they don't like the cold but they can tolerate the snow. Just so they can experience a white Christmas.
In the night of the downtown LA district, within the comfort of a warm warehouse. There were people hard at work, they were laughing and chatting cheerfully as they work. Within the warehouse, it was incredibly festive with Christmas, everything from the jolly old Saint Nick to the colorful candy canes. Christmas music played in Spanish could be heard throughout the warehouse, mixing in with the loud chatter from the workers. However, these workers weren't wrapping gifts or building toys; instead, they stuff white blocks into different festive shapes. This warehouse belongs to the Colombian gang and they were taking advantage of the holiday season, using all sorts of toys and decorations to be stuff with cocaine. They were hard at work trying to beat their deadline but the hustle didn't shatter their upbeat spirit.
The light upbeat atmosphere was shattered when the doors to the warehouse were broken down, ran over by a heavy armor pickup truck. Trailing close behind were two more pick-up vehicles, the passengers of these trucks were packing; they didn't waste a second to rain bullets on the Colombian gang. The Jamaican gang hopes to knock down their rivals, steal their drugs and weapons but overall make a statement and damage the Colombian gang. Though they were seriously taken off guard, the Colombians quickly took up arms and begin to fire back. Despite the fact, they had lost a large part of their force rapidly from the invasion.
As this all-out gang war exploded within the warehouse, unaware to them. Something was lurking and watching with amusement. He made a soft clicking purr, but it was drowned out by the gunfire and screams.
The festive Christmas décor that overwhelms the warehouse, which brought an innocent wonder and cheers, was now starting to look horrific. Giant Santa Clauses were knocked over with bullets along with his elves and reindeer. The decorations getting destroy and splash with blood. When some of the gangs got close enough, they begin to physically fight each other. Someone held a sharp edge giant candy cane and thrust it into the stomach of another. Another was choking the life out of someone with Christmas lights. All the while, Christmas songs played in the background despite it being drowned out by the chaos.
On the Jamaican side, a man laughs and chuckles as he took cover to reload his weapon. He smirks gleefully, as he is high on adrenaline, and he felt so alive. He always hated the Colombians, they were too cocky and smug, dope with great macho pride. A more significant annoyance when making business deals. It was the downfall when the gangs were united as one. After the crisis with their top leaders being murder and their numbers lows, the rival gangs decided to make a truce. Until it was utterly shredded when egos flare and once the gang was big enough, its split back into two. Leaving the two gangs at each other throats ever since the split.
There is a snap and a click of his gun as he fully reloaded, he grins as he was ready to get up and resume shooting, but that was interrupted. His eyes went wide with shock, he coughs up blood. His body begins to feel cold and slowly shake just as he slowly reaches his hand up to his chest. He breathes sharply when feeling something sharp. There is clicking and he shakily looks up to see some kind of invisible shape but red eyes gave it away. He thought he was looking into the eyes of some devil spirit. He screams, alerting his fellow gang members. They look over just in time to see their friend's head be snap off from his body. They stare on in disbelief and shock, frozen by fear.
They were jolted out of their shock when their friend's head slam into one of them, knocking a man down. He screamed loudly when he held his friend's head. It causes the others to begin fire on this invisible force, but the thing and lunge at them. It grabs one of the men, he screams and begs for his life but this creature shown no mercy. In front of everyone that could see, they watch as a man floating in midair be literally tore in half. His split body parts are toss away in different directions, his blood and guts got everywhere. The poor man was still alive, his body twitching as he lay on the floor. He could see his body was torn into two, he breathing heavily. That is when the screams truly began.
Both sides of the gang begin to fire on this creature, it laughs. A horrible haunting laugh that sounds human but at the same time not, it sounds that of an insane crackling old woman. The men were shaking but their fear kept them in place to fire and kill this unknown. This force, however, tore through the gangs, ripping and tearing men apart. It was no fight; it was a slaughter. Some becoming wise and decide to escape from this nightmare and run away but those that were running, their feet were cut off by some disk with sharp blades. They scream and cry as they lay helplessly on the ground as they bleed out.
However, three men were caught in some type of metal netting, it held them down and if they struggle, the mesh seems to tighten and it cut into their skin. Giving them no choice to surrender or otherwise get chop up by this odd netting.
Everything just happened to fast, the warehouse was pleasant, warm and jolly with the holiday spirit. Then in the blink of an eye, everything became cold and bloody. Torn up bodies unidentified litter through the warehouse, toss around carelessly. Shaky wet cries from the men that lay helplessly on the ground beg to their gods. Begging for mercy, to escape this hell, they found themselves in. Others were in a shocked state, choking on their blood.
There is a soft clicking mix with growls, the held captives tremble in fear as they thought the devil himself was approaching them. Its red eyes stare them down as if staring into their soul and taking it just by looking. This unknown figure suddenly appears in the center of the warehouse and they truly wish they were dead as a massive being tower overall. Its robust build is enormous in compare human bodybuilders. It was dawn with grey armor and fitted with black mesh, fishnets in other words. It also had what looks to be dreadlocks and it reaches midback. It had red skin splash with black splotches along it arms and legs. It clicks went rapid before stopping to look down at a moaning and crying man. He lay on his back, from the chest down; everything was gone except for his inner organs poured out and exposed. The man whimper when the creature's foot rest on his face. The held captives had no choice to take witness of a man's head slowly being crush underneath a creature's foot. There is a sickening wet crack and the thing seems to chuckle sinisterly.
The held captives sob loudly, begging for their lives as they were dragged out into the LA night's cold open air. Three large men being easily dragged away by this creature without any trouble. However, their cries appear to start getting on the being's nerves as it soon roars at them to quiet. It only results in these men to scream in terror. Extremely irritated, the creature slams its fist on one of the men, his skull cave in and shatter instantly under the force of this creature's raw strength. This made the beast furious as it didn't plan to kill him yet, with an annoyed, angry huff the creature tossed out the headless corpse. Leaving the two surviving men in complete shock, it pleased the beast as it let out a delightful purr of having the peaceful, silent night. The being cloaks itself, becoming invisible as it drags its prizes away from the warehouse. Leaving the night quiet, except for within the warehouse as slow wet breathing, painful groans, and desperate prayers from dying men.
The colorful flashes of blue and red lights shine the area, half of the downtown LAPD swarm the area making sure to keep citizens out, guarding the area because no living soul should ever bear witness to the sight. Within the warehouse, the scene was gruesome and it left many sick to their stomach. Some were having to leave the area, unable to handle the gore. This act of violence has never been seen before but at the same time for some of the older officers, it felt hauntingly familiar.
"Oh god…" an old man mumble, he breathes deeply, trembling with pure fear. His eyes watery, his hand on his chest as he felt his old heart racing. He slowly begins to fall to his knees feeling weak, an officer nearby notices him and quickly went to his side. "Oh god, I hope…th-this isn't the same thing all over again…" he mourns.
The woman officer looks at him, confuse with concern. "What do you mean? Are you saying that something like this actually happened before?" She questions softly, this old man looks ready to have a heart attack or worst go into some sort of shock.
He breathes deeply as he clings to her as if she was his lifeline, keeping him in the present. "…no…this…this is far worse." He pauses, gasping for air as his mind recalls the events. His wide eyes stare into her eyes, tightly gripping her arm. "It was 1997, during the summer…and it was the hottest summer. …Oh god…"
Officer Cazadora Guerrero frown deeply. "What happened that summer?"
The old man begins to cry heavily, he sobs loudly as he broke down before her. She gently comforts him, but she waves over some of the EMTs to come over and take over. She watches as they gently took the old officer away. Her attention shifts when she saw the vans of the FBI pull into the scene. She gave a shakily sigh as she looks up to the starless night sky, speaking to herself. "…What the fuck…"