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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #21
Pen Name: GetDrunkOnVictory
Pairing/Character(s): Charlie, Riley, Forks PD
Rating: T
Word Count: 362
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The small group of officers that made up the Forks police department ran as fast as they could through the forest. Half of them weren't even sure what they were chasing and a couple of them were already out of breath and lagging behind the others. The worst things to happen in the small town were cats getting stuck in trees - usually handled by the even smaller group of volunteer firefighters - and out of towners speeding past the few stop signs the town had.
Being the youngest of the group, Riley Biers, fresh out of the academy, could easily outrun his fellow officers. Unfortunately, he had not seen what they were after which caused him to hold back hoping for some type of clue as to what exactly he should be following.
Biers thought back to the phone call they had received at the station that started this - the first distress call of his career. The man had sworn that he hit someone with his car, but when they stopped to look there was nothing there. The department had been ready to write off the incident as a deer crash, which was pretty common with out of town drivers who aren't used to driving through streets surrounded by wildlife, when they had received another call. The woman on the other side had been hysterical, screaming about something that had attacked her tent that still contained her boyfriend. At some point during her hysterical rant they had been able to pick out that she shot off a flare to scare it away and decided that two phone calls was enough panic for them to check it out.
Finally bursting through the trees, they stopped abruptly at the start of the dock. Moving close, Chief Swan stared at the ground while his deputies looked into the water. Whoever or whatever they had been chasing seemed to have disappeared into thin air. The only thing that proved they hadn't been chasing a ghost, or their chief's imagination, were two wet footprints at the edge of the dock.
"Chief, I think we're going to need backup."
"Get me Seattle PD on the phone."
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