It was a beautiful July evening and a young couple sat around a campfire out in the open fields outside of Los Angeles. Roy a mountain ram had brought his girlfriend Millie a white rabbit all the way from the big city to have a vacation in the countryside because almost no one lived where they were camping, and only a few families were in the area. Roy's camp site was in a nice field near an old run down farm house.
"When is that vegetable stew going to be ready, Roy?" asked Millie as she pored some water into two cups. "I'm getting hungry!" she complained in gentle tone.
The ram smiled and lifted the pot of stew from from the fire. "I would say now!" he said with a warm smile. Roy then put some stew into two bowls and handed one bowl to Millie. "Careful, Millie," he warned blowing on his stew. "It's hot!" and he then added some crackers to his stew.
Roy and Millie were just about to eat when they heard something in the bushes at the edge of their campsite. The ram put down his bowl of stew and walked over to the bushes, but found no one, but before he could return to his girlfriend the sound footsteps were coming from behind their tent. Millie looked behind the tent and then screamed in horror.
"Millie! I'm coming!"
The ram made it behind the tent, but his girlfriend laid on the ground lifeless. Millie's throat was cut open and blood was spilling out like a leaky water pipe. Roy started to back away slowly, but a loud whistling sound came from behind him. He spun around in horror and saw what looked to be a creature of that of someone's worst nightmare with two sickles and red glowing eyes.
"I'm so fuc…." gasped Roy just as the blades slashed through his neck and chest. Roy lay dead in the grass and the creature left as quickly as it appeared.
The next day the sun beat down on the camp site and the Los Angeles Police were examining the scene of the crime. News crews were kept back and were demanding answers, but police chief Misty Luggins had no answers for this horrific attack.
"Chief Luggins, do you have any clue on who killed these two campers?" asked a woman reporter trying to get a better view of the crime scene. "Many people are feeling scared! What can you tell us!" demanded moose reporter.
Chief Luggins was just as confused and scared as everyone else because this was not the first time she saw this kind of carnage. The wave of horrific murder had been going on for two weeks, but she had to give the press something. Just then Tiffany Fluffit, a local human news reporter with the tendency to exaggerate her reports arrived on the scene and approached the chief of police.
"I'm here with Police Chief Misty Luggins at another horrific murder outside the city of Los Angeles," she said with a look of excitement. "The bodies of two campers have been…."
Chief Luggins cut off Fluffit with a wave of her hand. "All I can say is that the killings are the same as the rest that have happened in the last two week!" she explained trying to keep her cool. "So far we have no clue of who is committing these violent attacks or the motive of the killer's attacks!" she added turning her attention to the arrival of Governor Diane Foxington. Dressed in her best and powerful business suit Foxington was ready for anything.
Tiffany Fluffit and crowd of reporters gathered around Governor Foxington for her answers about the murders that had plagued the city. Diane didn't answer any of the reporters questions, but just walked over to the crime scene and looked it over. A paramedic who was moving one of the victims was halted by Diane, who opened the body bag revealing the mutilated corpse of Roy the ram. Diane turned away in horror and disgust. She wished that she never left her office that morning or missed her breakfast date with Mr. Wolf.
"Same as the others, Chief Luggins?" asked Diane with a shudder. The chief of police only nodded yes. "I want the Son of a Bitch who did this!" demanded Diane with a growl as she walked back to her car through the crowd of reporters.
Tiffany Fluffit blocked Governor Foxington and demanded answers. "Governor Foxington, please tells us what the police are doing to make the city safe against this killer!"
Diane didn't want to waste her time with Fluffit, but her people demanded answers. "The police are trying to find clues and reasons for the killings and trying to find the identity of the killer," she explained trying to give the people hope. "As governor of California I promise you that justice will be served and the killer will be stopped!" she added with a smile of hope and determination.
As Diane turned to leave she bumped into a white wolf in a black business suit wearing black sunglasses. She fell to the ground, but the wolf politely offered her a helping hand. "My apologies, Gobernadora Foxington." he said with a fang filled smile.
Diane looked at the wolf with confusion and surprise. She could tell that he was Spanish and seamed quite polite, but there was something dark about him. However she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. "Thank you, Mr…..?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Muerte!" replied the wolf offering Diane a rose.
The governor found herself feeling attracted to the Spanish wolf. "Thank you, Mr. Muerte," she giggled excepting the rose. Diane thought Mr. Wolf was charming, but she now thought all wolves were charming. "What brings you to Los Angeles?" she asked smelling the rose.
"My job, chica zorro!" explained Muerte with a kind, yet evil smile.
"What is your job?" asked Diane blushing as continued to admire the rose.
"Dealing with people's death!"
Diane Foxington then felt strange about Muerte's job, but she just figured that he was a medical worker as well as a real charmer. She handed Muerte her business card and entered her car. She could not take her eyes off him despite his dark appearance. She wanted to get to know him better. "I hope you'll attend the gala tomorrow night at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Mr. Muerte, because you should meet my friends." she offered with a smile. "I'm sure they'll find you vary interesting." she added giving him a wink.
Muerte smiled and fixed his tie. "I'll be there, Gobernadora Foxington," he chuckled turning his attention to the crime scene as Diane drove back toward the city.