Tales from Amity Park's Cemetery
Chapter one: The long walk
A dark hooded figure walked out from the shadows with spectral tread, its fingers gently caressing the many books which stood proudly over the shelves and bookcases that filled the large and silence building.
The creature's head hang low covered under a dark hood that concealed its face, only a pair of glowing green eyes could be seen from the blackness that compose its face, a greenish mist follow in its wake.
The hooded figure begun shoving a trolley along the long and silence aisles pushing the mist aside as he puts forgetten books within. Little by little over a dozen books of all shapes and sizes piled over the trolley.
"Everyone loves a good book, personally, I prefer to watch a movie."- the hooded creature spoke softly.
Its hand gently took hold of a lock of long red hair belonging to a dormant young lady who made the wooden table into her importu bed after a long evening fo studing and reading her favorite novels.
"But like with everything else there's a time and a place."- the hooded figure added.
A soft tapping on Jazz Fenton's shoulder awoke her one late evening making gasped out loud, her attention was drawn towards a young brunet staring at her with a semi-scared face as she wasn't expecting such a reaction.
It was by no means strange nor unusual to find one, two, or even a dozen teens sleeping in the public library, the deafening silence and cool ambiance made it rather hard to keep awake, books weren't exactly wake-up pills.
A dry sliver of drool running down Jazz's mouth made her blush, she took great pride in her academics which strengthen her embarrassment for falling asleep, but just like any other girl took pride in her appearance.
Having a sliver of dry saliva on her lips followed by a tiny puddle over her arm that served as a pillow was enough to make her face turn red as a tomato. The girl sways her long orange hair trying to adjust herself.
"Sorry, miss, but we're closing down"- the librarian spoke clutching a thick book between her arms.
Jazz then pulled out her phone, yet noticed the screen as unresponsive, the battery was completely dead making her groan in frustration. The large clock hanging over the main entrance told her it was already past eleven pm.
"Sorry"- the redhead muttered as she stood up cracking her back and stretching her arms with a loud groan.
The librarian took that as her cue to leave as she too wanted to head home for the night. Working at the public library wasn't an exciting job but like with any other job came with its perks such as reading all the books she wanted for free.
Jazz yawned as she took hold of her school backpack while gazing around the building's interior, she loved the vintage architecture dating from the late 1800s, a two-story-high with large pillars and tall bookcases.
A perfect place to study and concentrate, it was a crying shame that hardly anyone came around during the weekends, on the other hand, meant that she could relax and read her books without having to deal with rude teenagers that didn't value books.
Nevertheless, the lack of sounds made her footsteps echo rather loudly despite wearing soft flats, the librarian who was the only staff member available didn't seem to mind as she was busy locking up for the night.
Through the silence, Jazz could hear the woman talking with her boyfriend on the phone about their date in just a few moments, the redhead felt a bit jealous as the woman seemed to be on the nerdy side.
The cold winds made Jazz shiver upon exiting the library, she hadn't brought over a jacket as she didn't expect to out so late. It didn't really matter once she was tucked in her car and on her way home.
Surely, her parents would be worried sick by now as she didn't report in due to her phone running out of battery, though was hopeful that her father wouldn't start a rescue operation anytime soon as he tends to be on the overprotective and dramatic side.
The streets were much emptier than what she expected, Jazz was sure there should have been at least a few dozen people marching around as it was fairly early, only eleven pm. Most stores have closed down for the night.
"Bummer, I wanted a coffee at least."- Jazz muttered as she stares at her favorite café just across the street from the library.
It was a part habit, part routine for the young redhead to enjoy a hot of coffee after spending an evening at the library. Unlike most girls who would prefer to spend an evening at the nightclub or a party.
Jazz opted to visit the local libraries and museums during the weekends, many times staying home reading one of her many favorite romance dramas in the coziness of her bed until well into the night.
The redhead watched with a worried expression as she laid eyes over the empty parking lot, nothing more than a few random light poles stood between her and her pink beetle parked at the far end. Not her choice of a parking spot by any means.
Despite the parking lot officially belonging to the library, it also served as a free public parking space due to the low number of visitors and the many nearby businesses that depended on such a place to provide better service.
A cold shiver ran up Jazz's spine as she carefully walked down the dark empty parking lot, the light illuminating her car was her only guide. The girl cursed herself for having fallen asleep until closing time.
Yet being only a few steps away from her car brought some comfort. An almost instinctual force moved her head towards the right, among the shadows stood a tall man wearing what seemed to be a long trench coat and a hat, holding on to what seemed to be a can.
The strange man standing in the dark raised several red flags all over the girl's head hastening her pace while avoiding any eye contact. A million thoughts crossed her mind, one worse than the previous.
"Relax, it's probably the librarian's boyfriend."- Jazz muttered avoiding eye contact.
Then again, it could simply be a drunkard trying to get his head straighten out, or a vagabond waiting for the café across the street to throw out the pastries, she had heard the employees often left hot coffee and donuts for the homeless.
But a more sinister idea overtook her mind as she shoves the keys into the door, the man might as well be some lunatic waiting for easy prey. Jazz was alone in a parking lot, not a soul to be seen or hear.
For all she knew it could be a wanna-be gang member looking to rob her of the car and prove himself worthy of the gang, among other macho nonsense, worst yet, it could also be a serial killer or a rapist waiting for the perfect opportunity.
The redhead shook her head thinking to have watched far too many movies and was clearly looking too deep into the matter. She was sure it was just some random guy waiting for something or someone and would soon leave.
Her expression darkens upon seeing the man in the trench coat standing next to a light pole at least some thirty meters away from the car, taking full advantage of the dark side while looking straight at her.
Jazz could feel her heart nearly stopping upon laying eyes over the strange man, her first instinct was to start the car yet much to her horror, the ignition didn't even make a sound. The fear of perhaps the strange man tampering with her car fills her mind.
She had left the vehicle unattended for a whole evening, it didn't take a rocket scientist to cuts some cables and kill the car. The girl began to shiver as she tried to plug her phone charger into the car.
"Fuck!"- The redhead cursed as the device wasn't charging at all.
Only then that she recall her cigarette lighter didn't work making the redhead sigh out loud in exasperation as she stared at the man still standing next to the light pole. His dark figure creates a menacing silhouetted.
Unlike the mainstream belief surrounding men, the redhead didn't think every single man out there was out to harm her, but couldn't think of any good reason for him to be standing there watching her for so long.
"He's just standing there."- Jazz whispered. "menacingly"- the girl added.
With her phone dead and the car broken down, meant that she needed to move quickly unless, she wanted to spend the night at the parking lot with the stranger looking at her, his intentions were still unknown but couldn't be good.
The redhead knew to be making a huge fuzz over nothing as the man was most likely a bum gathering the courage to ask for some spare change, yet deep down knew it was for the best not to get near him at all.
For all she knew it could be indeed some maniac ready to jump her once she fell asleep, his friends could be hiding in the dark corners waiting for a signal. The car wasn't a fortress that could keep her safe.
No, it was a trap, the windows could easily be smashed with a rock or a stick, if there was more than one attacker then there was very little, she could do to save herself. It was then that she recalled the bus stop at the end of the corner.
With a little haste, she could just make it for the last bus ride. There was no point in staying in the car.
(XXXXX)
Her steps echoed fiercely across the parking lot not daring to look over to the trenchcoat-wearing man, yet could feel his gaze over her entire body sending shivers all around. Her heart was beating long and hard.
The streets were still empty, not even a single car passed down the lane nor people were walking on the sidewalks. Jazz never knew how empty the city was during the nights, she had strolled this street many times before.
Always buzzing with life, the deli owner talking loudly speaking in a foreign language to his delivery workers while the electronic store had its sponsor talking through the loudspeaker, repeating the store's jingle over and over.
Everything was now in complete and absolute silence, only her steps broke the silence of the night. Her blue eyes open in shock upon turning around the corner to see the bus already departing.
The redhead usher an insult toward the driver who ignores her and sped away, her attention was then drawn over to the rectangular box holding the bus schedule hopeful to see there was another bus coming soon, but her eyes widen in horror.
Peeking out the corner was the same man from the parking lot, sending dreadful shivers up her spine, the light pole illuminated him just enough to distinguish a black trench coat with a red tie, along with a fedora hat that covered his face.
The man was staring at her with an unseen face making Jazz feel more threatened than ever, the redhead was by no means a coward thanks to her martial arts training given to her by her mother.
Nevertheless, wasn't foolish enough to start a fight out of the blue, one that she wasn't sure to win to as there was no to know if the man was just a pervert, or knife-wielding maniac, perhaps one with a gun.
"That was the last bus."- Jazz thought staring at the empty street just beyond the strange man. "Fuck it! Better here she ran than here she died"- the girl added.
Jazz then turned around and marched away, being careful not to fall prey to panic, and dashed down the lane, it was best to move fast, but without showing fear. Her eyes scanned all around trying to find anything open.
Her brother, Danny constantly talked about the 24-hour stores, even claiming to have snuck out at night to buy some snacks whenever staying over at one of his friends' houses, and yet couldn't find a single store open.
It was ridiculous to boast about having 24-hour shops and have none available when needed. Worst yet, due to the city's modernization, all public phones had been removed making things harder for the redhead.
She then turns around hoping to see a taxi coming her way but much to her dismay, there was only the empty dark street. And the strange man partially hidden behind a billboard, poking half his head.
Jazz began breathing heavily as fear overwhelmed her, it was more than obvious this man had nefarious intentions with her. Deep down feared he wasn't after money, all she had on her was twenty dollars and a dead cellphone in her purse.
"Gotta get away from him"- the redhead ordered herself.
Fenton Works was still several blocks away, only now she understood how far her house still was, in her beat-up old beetle, it took less than ten minutes stopping at every intersection and red light.
But she estimated it would take her at least forty minutes walking in the best case, she could cut fifteen minutes of her walk by going across the alleyways but she would have to be both drunk and high to take that risk.
There was no way to know what kind of people lurk in such places at night, for all she knew there could be bums, drug addicts, perhaps even some gangsters, all ready to put their hand on her and do ungodly things.
The redhead cursed her stupidity for having started to walk in the middle of the night, she could have easily turned towards the library again, with a little luck would have come across the librarian on her way out.
She would have been able to call home. Surely, the library had a nightguard on duty, one that could have phoned a taxi for her in any case, rather than risking an hour-long walk back home in the middle of the night.
"So much for being a top student"- the girl mocked herself.
(XXXXX)
An arm suddenly fell upon her shoulder scaring Jazz near death, yet not a single sound came out from her lip as she turned fearing the stranger had finally decided to make his move, the idea of the man dragging her off into the alley filled the girl with dread.
Before her stood a young colored man, hardly older than herself, perhaps two or three years her senior putting the kid at least at eighteen or perhaps nineteen years at most. The one that placed his arm around her had fair skin and seemed to be around the same age.
On closer inspection, noticed they wore ghetto clothing consisting of white baggy pants with matching sweaters several sizes too big along with baseball caps. More notable was the gold chain the white boy had.
"This ain't no hour for a little lady like you to be walking around"- the gold chain boy spoke pressing his face close to Jazz.
"Tell ya what sweet buns, why do you let us give you a lift home. Got ma bitch-mobile right over there."- the colored gangster continued licking his lips.
Jazz wasn't a fool to think she was saved, on the contrary, she knew what they wanted to do with her upon entering the car. She would be lucky to be found alive further cursing herself for being so dumb.
"Listen, guys, there's this creep following me around."- Jazz said running her finger on the gold chain gangster, "Why don't you big macho guys scare him off and I can make it worth your while"- she winked.
True enough, the stranger was still there, partially hidden behind a truck, leaving part of his head exposed just enough so he could see. Nevertheless, it was also becoming apparent that he wasn't exactly trying to conceal himself.
The fedora-wearing stranger didn't bother to hide completely whenever Jazz turned over to him, but always keeping a safe distance no different from a child playing hide and seek, even with the two young hoods staring at him now did he bother to go away.
The two youngsters were far from a threat, it was more than clear they were just bark and no bite given their clean brand name clothes and expensive jewelry, not something one would typically find among low-level crooks.
Even their faces were clear and free of imperfections along with their hair being well cared for, meaning they took the time of the day for proper hygiene, once again, not the attitude or behavior of common street thugs.
"Airight, girl. We can handle him for ya"- said the fake colored gangster.
Jazz didn't feel intimidated by the two pretenders, but there was something terribly wrong with the stranger, something instinctual maybe even primordial told her not to come closer to the man.
"Yo, it ain't cool to be sneaking up on girls."- the gold chain wannabe gangster said trying to emulate a tough guy attitude, most likely something that he saw on a rap music video.
His back was slightly hunched over with his left hand inside the sweater's front pocket while his right hand did a made-up gang sign, pants hanging nearly halfway his ass with only the divine grace preventing them from falling down completely.
The colored gangster twirled his baseball cap backward and loosen his overly large sweater imitating his friend's stance as he walked around the truck trying to box the stranger in, either to intimidate or attack him.
Once the two hoods were close enough to the stranger, Jazz broke out into a sprint leaving the three men behind as the city blocks accumulated in the redhead's wake, she was sure the hoods and the man would give her chase.
Either the wannabe gangsters hadn't noticed her leaving and were still trying to pick a fight with the stranger, or were too perplexed to give chase. It didn't matter so long she was safe, there was a hint of pity for her actions.
The redhead didn't stop until running out of air, she was rather proud of her stamina, having spent long hours doing cardio workout routines and aerobics that her brother often mocked her for.
Yet allowed for her to put several blocks between herself and the hoods, but more importantly, between herself and the strange man. Her attention was drawn towards a dark close 24-hour store that made her scoffed out loud.
The many horror movies that she enjoyed had finally paid off as she had turned around a couple of times rather than just running in a straight line. Jazz considered the possibility of any of the men chasing after her with their alleged "bitch-mobile."
They would have easily caught up to her in a matter of minutes, her attention was then drawn to a semi-dark walking street that passed through a local park, it screamed danger but then again was the chance of the fakers looking for her.
(XXXXX)
For the first time in her entire life, Jazz felt intimidated to be inside a children's playground, the creaking swings that sway with the wind made for the most frightening ambiance she had ever heard or seen.
The slide, merry go round and the bouncing horse along with the iron jungle though made for children's entertainment during the day was nothing more than nightmare fuel at the moment, its creaking and squeaking send shivers up Jazz's spine.
Blood was freezing within her veins with each step, the fear of someone lunging at her from the dark was growing evermore. Though the lack of graffiti gave some comfort allowing her to know it wasn't a place frequented by gangs.
"So much for having a genius-level IQ."- Jazz cursed herself.
The playground was large dark and frightening with a few small trees and bushes, stuck between two large buildings that served as warehouses making Jazz wonder if it got enough light during the day to keep the grass carpet.
Even with the two fake hoods at the large, it was much better to be out in the streets with the light poles and signs telling her where to go and how far she still was from home, yet the playground kept her from the light.
Tears were gathering around Jazz's eyes as her heart rate increased, her body shivering though it had nothing to do with the cold. The redhead once boasted for being most courageous and even daring but now felt like a kitten.
A sigh of relief escape from her lips upon seeing the bright yet empty streets lights, Fenton Works was still quite far but the redhead felt much safer in the light even if she might come across the gang boys.
"What's this?"- Jazz muttered.
A gold chain hanging over a loose pipe protruding from the brick wall drew her attention, its shine made Jazz walk closer quietly staring at the item, her expression darkening upon gazing over a red stain that was dripping down.
"The hell? Is this blood?"- Jazz whispered as she looked at the red stain.
Fear like never before, stronger even than when crossing the dark empty playground fill her heart. She begged it was nothing more than a prank, that the two hoods were just messing with her.
The redhead then turns over to the street ready to dash away but stops dead on her tracks for the white wannabe gangster was standing before her, blocking the only exit, his expression seemed to be lost.
"Why. You. Ran?"- the boy said slowly and brokenly.
Jazz remained in silence as she back away knowing there was something terribly wrong with the teen, he didn't have all the lights turned on to begin with but now it seemed that all his lights had been snuffed out.
"Let go of me!"- Jazz demanded as the teen grabbed her left wrist. His grip was powerful, even bone-crushing strong.
Fear can make people act and react in different manners, as for Jazz, she lifted her long thick leg way over the gang boy's head bringing it down with mighty and landing one mighty kick unto his head.
Keeping her leg midair, Jazz looked with shock at the results of her reactionary attack. The boy's head tilted unnaturally to the right, almost hanging by its flesh, the girl knew her kicks were strong but not enough to break someone's neck completely.
The boy finally let go of her as he stumbled back, arms dangling to the sides yet refusing to fall down. Jazz didn't know what to do, it was his fault for grabbing her arms, but then again what if was hurt and dazed, unable to think straight.
It was then that the teen fell on his knees with a loud thud, head handing to the side in a sickening motion that made Jazz begin to shake. Her eyes widen as a large hideous lump formed around his back.
A large dark mass prevents Jazz from moving burst out from the teen, tall and massive yet all she could distinguish were four golden buttons stitched to what seemed to be a black cloth, darker than night itself.
Slowly Jazz moves her eyes up until she was bending her head back, two large round and bright red lenses looked down at her. These looked like red spectacles and yet was sure this wasn't the case.
It was the same man as before, dressed in the same black trench coat and fedora though now towering over the redhead, twice his original size and far more menacing. Even with the dark, she could he had no face.
The girl jolted upon feeling his leathery hand, unnatural hands without fingers brushing her chin that filled her heart with dismay, the lack of expression only made the ungodly creature tenfold more intimidating.
It was then that the monster shrieked in pain as Jazz shocked him with a Taser, one that her father gave gifted her though often considered as deadweight, yet now was most than grateful to have at her disposal.
The horrible monster's painful screeches were similar to that of a pig as it wriggled its arms, slamming them against the walls. Jazz was expecting an array of people to pop out their windows trying to see what was making such hideous sounds.
Yet no one came, not a light turned on.
(XXXXXX)
"What the fuck are you?!"- Jazz whimpered as she looked around. "Help! Help!"- She screamed.
Either the city was filled with cold heartless bastards or she was too far away for anyone to hear her cries for help. Not a single light turned on or a voice in the far distance, only the horrifying demon at the entrance.
Fearing for her life, Jazz turned tail and made a run for the other entrance no longer bothered by the eerie games and their sinister squeaking. Almost mocking was how the monster leaped over her head landing on the opposite side.
Its legs bend like that of a frog though it only lasted for brief seconds, soon it reincorporates back to its humanoid form. Both the creature and the redhead looked at each other, trepidation building up within the redhead.
The girl once more turns around allowing the monster to leap overhead, nevertheless, Jazz didn't have the intention of running back and forth rather, she headed towards the nearest alley as the monster reach the other side.
Jazz wasn't a fool to be running around in circles like a headless chicken, she knew the creature would simply block her escapes over and over until fatigue took her over, making her into an easy meal.
"Gotta get back out in the streets"- Jazz ordered herself.
As she ran down the alleyway, the redhead tossed every trash can she could get her hands over trying to draw as much attention as she could. There was no way for her to start screaming as that would fill her lungs with air.
She could hear the awful growling just behind her fueling her terror, its putrid breath reaching the redhead's nostrils. Fear grows ever greater as she feels its claws reaching over her, but the girl refuses to give up and allow the monster to eat her.
"Fuck!"- Jazz screams.
At the end of the alleyway stood a tall metallic fence preventing her from escaping, the idea of climbing it crossed her mind but knew there wasn't enough time as the creature would instantly catch her.
In a swift almost calculated move, Jazz leaps to her side while shoving a dumpster into the monster's way, she could hear the crashing sound of metal as the beast rolls on the ground crashing onto the fence.
The vile demon shrieks like a pig in the slaughterhouse while twirling on the ground, trying to get back on its feet, only then Jazz turns her head around searching for an exit before the monster regains its composure,
Her eyes fall upon a long iron pipe sticking out from the fallen dumpsters, fear and the imminent sense of doom had been being replaced by a powerful sense of self-preservation and anger, she wasn't one to simply run.
"Ahhh!"- Jazz roared out loud as she dashed towards the demons, plunging the pipe unto its belly.
Despite resembling something of a human, its vile pig-like shrieks send shivers up Jazz's spine as she shoved the pipe further into the creature, yet couldn't bring herself to pierce through as its skin was much too hard.
Its red eyes focus solely on the redhead making her lose all will to fight, she knew it was a losing fight, to begin with, though rather than giving in to despair she sticks the pipe unto the wall before running away.
(XXXXX)
Hellish shrieks echoed throughout the alleyway forcing Jazz to move faster despite feeling her thighs burning up, she knew the monster would break the pipe soon enough and be after her like a starving hound.
Even with the threat of death close behind, Jazz's pace begins to slow down as she starts to run out of stamina. Adrenaline could only take the girl so far as she began whizzing for air, her entire body covered in sweat.
The redhead fears not having enough strength left to flee from the monster, it was a nightmare. With a loud growl forces her body to move forwards as her survival instincts are still kicking, yet fall on her knees.
Desperate for air and safety continues crawling until finally stopping completely, draining from all energy, only then she starts looking around. As her body relaxes, notices what seemed to be a large courtyard.
Jazz knew the city was old, some part of Amity Park dated all the way back to the 1700s, but she never expected to see a cobblestone floor nor a water fountain surrounded by a rusted iron fence, a few burning barrels broke the vintage illusion.
Her attention was instantly drawn towards an old beaten-up black van parked next to the water fountain. It was a long shot but knew it was better to deal with some random drifter than to face a monster head-on.
As she rushed towards the van noticed the courtyard had several yellow lines drawn on the floor and a few numbers plastered on the walls making her understand the area served mostly as a parking lot for a nearby apartment building or offices.
Blood ran cold as she turns around to see the stranger standing at the alleyway's entrance, his menacing pitched black silhouette taunting her with its mere presence. Fury filled Jazz's heart but knew there was no way for her to take him head-on.
Without wasting any time, Jazz broke the glass using a nearby rock and unlocked the door, much to her surprise, the car alarm set off. She never expected a piece of junk with wheels to have an alarm system.
Nevertheless, it works perfectly for her as the deafening sound would clearly attract people's attention, perhaps even scare off the monster. But that was wishing for too much as the man remained in his place.
"Just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I don't know how to hotwire a car"- Jazz declared as she yanked out several cables.
It was most amusing to think that she would ever need to put such knowledge into use, her father in his determination to make his children into proper ghost hunters one day, had thought them how to hotwire a car.
While also giving them some basic self-defense classes that Jazz normally used to stay fit, the girl was surprised to discover how easy it was to pick a lock or jump-start a car. For a long time considered such know-how as something only a criminal would need.
But her life depended on how fast she could start the car now, even with the window broken there was very little to protect her from the monster. The engine roared bringing the car back to life.
"I see you turn it on"- A sinister voice said.
The redhead turned her attention to the left only to see a pair of evil red spectacles looking down at her. The demon with human form was standing at the window, fingerless hands holding on to the door.
"You can talk?!"- Jazz asked with dread.
"Why of course, now if you don't mind, I'm a little hungry."- the creature said tauntingly.
A long and wide slit open across the monster's face showed a horrible array of long needle-like teeth and a cylindrical tongue so long that it could have reached a meter long. The redhead shivered in terror upon seeing its rough tongue coming towards her face.
The beast shrieked in pain as Jazz zapped its tongue using her father's patent brand Taser, the Ghost zapper 2000. Her heart was beating hard and long as she laid eyes over the horrible humanoid rolling on the ground almost in rhythm to the alarm.
(XXXXX)
"Feisty, little one, aren't you?"- the demon taunted as he stood up straight.
From the dark came a pair of bright yellow lights straight towards him at top speed taking the beast fully by surprise, the redhead yelled out as she rammed him over. The monster slammed its head onto the hard cobblestone.
The black van quickly veers with a screeching noise getting ready to charge again, Jazz was tired of being on the run, she may be a scared little cat but even a cat has claws, and Jazz's were sharp and long.
Her van turn siege weapon rammed against the creature sending him flying over the car's hood. The girl then slammed her breaks and back running him over before permitting the demon to get up again.
"You're gonna have to work for your meal!"- Jazz yelled out as she set in the gear to drive.
Green blood was slowly oozing from the creature, his pristine black suit in tatters making the redhead smirk as she realized that it wasn't some invisible demon from the depths of hell, but a freak of nature that needed to die.
She was sure to be able to claim self-defense if the cops came knocking at her door, a matter of fact, she would only have to worry about paying the van's damages. There was no way for the thing before her to complain.
The engine rev almost as if it were alive though Jazz wasn't sure if the monster felt intimidated. Her van rushed forward heading straight for the monster who leaped into the sky and away from the charging machine.
Jazz refused to stop her vehicle and continue driving in circles knowing that stopping meant certain death, the girl turned his head around trying to find the dreaded monster to rammed it down once more.
Her desires to flee were growing ever more upon looking to the small passage leading to the main avenue, the hope of the creature running away like a beaten-up dog was also growing larger with each passing second.
"I'm getting tired of this game"- The demon spoke with a calm voice as he stood next to Jazz.
The redhead watched in utter horror as the monster easily torn off the driver's side door as if it were made of paper, it was all a game for him. Taunting her with thinking there was a slim chance of survival.
"I'm just getting warm up!"- Jazz retorted.
Once more the demon felt the power of five hundred thousand volts of pure energy running through its body, the creature shriek in pain as it fell to the ground unable to believe it have fallen for the same trick twice.
The redhead didn't waste a single second and directed her car straight at the monster, her vehicle's front left wheel lifted up for a brief second soon to be followed by the back wheels, bringing a smile to her face.
Clearly in pain and dripping green blood was how the strange demon stood upright without uttering a single word, a wicked grin was drawn unto Jazz's face has begun moving her car towards the creature.
Almost instantly, the monster shifted its form into that of a young scared blonde girl forcing the redhead to scream out loud refusing to reduce her speed. She was no fool and understood this was nothing more than a trick.
The van rammed straight into the tiny girl's body, her screams were ghoulish and deafening. Jazz crashed onto the wall trapping the shrieking monster between the hot engine and the cold concrete wall.
(XXXXXX)
"Hands up! Step away from the vehicle!"- A firm voice ordered.
Jazz turned over to her right to see two police officers aiming their pistols at her, she now realized the creature set her up. It had noticed the officers and transformed into a child, but why? It gains nothing by having her arrested.
Nevertheless, being locked up in a tight small cell meant there was no way for her to defend herself from the monster. She would be completely at its mercy, it would devour her without any sort of trouble.
"Please you don't understand! That's not a child!"- Jazz tried to explain.
There was no logical or reasonable way to tell the two police officers there's a horrible man-eating monster that can shift its form at will chasing after her. She would be tossed into the mental asylum in a heartbeat.
"I said hand up and step away from the vehicle!"- the man ordered firmly.
Just as Jazz is putting one foot off the van, she noticed it moved backward on its own. Both officers and the redhead turned over to the front only to see the blonde girl had been replaced by the black coat-wearing man.
Long tentacles began wrapping around the front of the car sending shivers up the girl's spine, the policemen watched in utter disbelief as a literal monster from hell was unveiled before their eyes.
"I thought this thing wanted to trap me in a cell to eat me later."- Jazz mentally argued.
The officers open fire at the monster having realized they were targeting the wrong person, but their bullets just passed through without so much harming the monster. It made no sense as she had rammed the creature several times over.
Jazz pressed the pedal to the metal trying to keep the monster trapped between the car and the wall as the officers fired their pistols, the thunderous sounds were deafening, but it was then that she noticed the monster was looking at the cops while shoving the van away.
It could only concentrate long enough to avoid the bullets, but not enough to use whatever demonic magic it had to free itself from the large metal mass pressing against him. Her blue eyes turned over her hand.
The overly complicated taser was still there, she couldn't understand why but understood that the electric current affected the monster greatly. If it had been playing around then it would have killed her already.
"Come on dad, you gotta tell me these things…or I gotta pay more attention"- Jazz whispered as she saw a button at the base of the taser reading, "Pistol mode."
Jazz's eyes open wide in shock as the small electric box transformed into a conical pistol with two circles at the tip of the cannon that reminded her of the 1950s sci-fi raygun. The girl aimed the strange pistol and open fire.
A strange green light came out from the device at deadly speed following by what seemed to be a zapping sound. Unlike the lead bullets, the energy rays harmed the creature greatly as it yelled in pain.
Empty clicks echoed within the parking lot as both the officers and Jazz ran out for munition, fear overwhelmed as they stare at the unmoving demon that lay over the hood. A brave cop walked towards the thing and shoved it using his nightstick.
"I think it's dead…"- the man whispered.
"What is that thing?"- the second officer asked as Jazz walked up to them. "Are you ok"- the man asked.
The redhead smiled at them and passed out.
(XXXXX)
Upon waking up, Jazz saw two bald men dressed in a spotless white business suit and dark shades, the girl could tell they were the infamous "G-Men" though couldn't tell from what government branch they represent.
"Good morning, the doctor says there are no injuries, you passed out due to major exhaustion, both physical and mental."- one of the agents spoke.
"Mind giving us your statement? In full detail, please."- the second agent spoke as he put a recorder on the table.
The girl let out a long and deep sigh as she began telling her night's event, even she couldn't believe half of what came out from her lips. It sounded too fantastical, and bizarre almost like a fever dream.
A shapeshifting demon? That couldn't be right, but she had two police officers as witnesses despite them not having seen most of the attack saved for when she crashed the monster onto the wall. Jazz couldn't help but wonder if the agents would force the cops to stay quiet.
"That's about…"- Jazz concluded. "So, what's gonna happen to me? You're gonna erase my memory or I go missing?"- the asked half-jokingly.
"You watched too many movies, girl. Your parents should be nearly done with the paperwork."- the first agent said without emotion in his voice. "Officially, you were attacked by a serial rapist and you got away."- the man continued.
"Unofficially, what was that thing?"- Jazz asked. "You can tell me, who's gonna believe me?"- she added.
"We don't know, some shapeshifter from the Ghost Zone"- the man replied before leaving.
"That doesn't tell me anything."- the redhead said looking out the window at the morning sun. "I still need to fetch my car."
The end.