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The back of the ambulance was air-conditioned, but the bright orange shock blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders kept Sydney warm. An orderly stood before her, wrapping her bleeding forehead with a thick gauze, partially concealing one of her eyes. Through the other, she stared out dimly at the world, barely noticing the two tall FBI men approaching here. They were dressed in dark suits and green neckties, the taller one's brown hair falling in front of his eyes and the shorter one smirking inappropriately at the crime scene. It was the long haired one that spoke first, reaching into his breast pocket to withdraw a badge.
"Steven Nix." He introduced himself, "And this is my partner, Roy Tyler. We would like to ask you a few questions if that's alright with you."
His tone was soft and sympathetic, Sydney nodded limply, still reeling from shock. Steven's doe eyes softened while Roy rolled his at his partner.
"you said you saw what killed your boss, Greg?" Roy asked brusquely. Sydney nodded again, but then shook her head.
"So... you didn't see whoever did it?"
Sydney finally spoke, "No, well, there wasn't anything to see. The... thing that attacked him was..." She paused, "Nevermind, you won't believe me."
Steven smiled warmly, "Try us."
Sydney took a deep breath, "It was invisible."
She said it matter-of-factly, but her eyes were still wide with disbelief at her own words. Steven gave Roy a knowing look, then turned back to Sydney, "Are you sure you didn't see anything else?"
"Well, there were the pawprints..." She trailed off, realizing that he whole story made her sound crazy.
"Pawprints?" Roy asked, "What kind?"
Sydney shook her head, "It was probably just my imagination. Can I go home now?"
Steven gave Roy a sharp glance and nodded, "Yeah, of course. If you think of anything else, call us."
He handed her a car with a number scrawled on it in sloppy handwriting. Sydney hopped off the back of the ambulance and began making her way back to her car. Once she got into her blue and silver Mustang, she pulled a tupperware bowl out of her purse and hurriedly opened it. She always got hungry when she was nervous, and the pituitary gland inside the bowl smelled extra delicious. She stuffed the small morsel into her mouth and put the bowl back into her purse, starting up her car and driving off.
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Her research said she was a Kitsune, but her father always called it Fox-kind. When she was too hungry to think, her eyes narrowed and turned yellow while sharp claws extended from her fingertips. When she was little, her father used to call her little Wolverine after the X-Man she loved so dearly. But now her father was dead, killed by a hunter in Minnesota. However, she had survived, thrived even, after his death. With the freedom to do whatever she wanted, she had found a way to truly live, not just survive.
The two FBI men concerned her, though. She knew that Greg's death had been...supernatural, and hunters followed supernatural events like the plague. If those two were hunters, she would have to be extra careful with her feedings. She sighed and tried to get to sleep, but the image of the two men haunted her thoughts and even bled into her dreams.