Macgyver stood over what he could only describe as a monster. He had no idea that it was a Neko demon or that it was killed only a few minutes earlier. He did however see that it was killed with one powerful strike to the rib cage. He wandered what could have done that to the huge beast that lay before him. He felt a little sick at all of the blue blood on the wall and the ground. There was a little red on the monsters claws and mouth that might have been blood but he was not shore.
He took some samples of the blue and red blood and took some of the demons skin and left. He got into his jeep and drove away little did he know that some one was following him.
When he got back to his home he left the samples in the jeep and went inside.
About five minutes later the window broke and a demon that looked just like the dead one came threw it. The door broke down and three more of them came threw it. They surrounded Macgyver and closed in on him.
The first one was in striking distance when a young man about sixteen years of age grabbed it and threw it across the room and hit the two others in the face braking there necks with one shot and kicked one of the remaining two in the chest braking the rib cage and twisted around and did the same to the other.
The young man stood over the demons with his face as cold as stone. He had black hair and he whore a hockey jersey.
He finally looked back at Macgyver and said nothing.