Audrey hadn't come back. It had been 4 hours.
Samantha had started to get worried. With all the chaos going on around her, could something have happened to Audrey? Had the same creature that murdered the old man have gotten to her, too?
It was too much. All that had happened in the past week came crashing back down on Samantha.
She started to imagine things.
Audrey, skinned, strung up from the ceiling. The police, shouting at her for answers. Jack, laughing as he came into her room holding a kitchen knife. The shadowy figure she encountered in the cemetery.
Snap out of it, dumbass, she thought. This is all probably a bad dream.
Getting an idea, Samantha pinched herself, hard.
Nothing particularly interesting happened except that she developed a severe pain on her arm.
Welp, I guess this isn't a dream. Dammit.
A knock on the door. Fearful whispering.
Samantha opened the door to see two SWAT team members standing in the frame.
"Caaaaan I help you?" Samantha asked, trying to act casual. They weren't fazed.
"Miss, I'm sorry to say, but your roommate was just found dead in the alley connecting Dean boulevard and Wrights Mill avenue. We don't know what killed her, besides to lethal cut to the neck. All we want to know is if she ever mentioned anything suicidal or subjects like it," said the bulkier one.
Samantha started to cry again. Not Audrey...please not anyone else!!
"N-no. She never said anything s-suicidal. Ever."
"Did she have an archenemy or someone else willing to commit murder?" said the shorter officer.
"Not that I know of...no. She didn't," said Samantha, through sobs.
"I'm deeply sorry for your loss, miss Trojan. We will inform you if we find the source of the murder. Thank you for the information," said the bulky one again.
They turned around to leave, and Samantha saw the M-16 assault rifles strapped to their backs. She was suddenly inspired.
"WAIT!!" she yelled, and ran after them. "Do you have any leads on the...the..." Her voice trailed off.
The short officer turned around, a somber expression on his face.
"No. We still haven't found anything. Keep checking the news, and if we do find something, you'll know," he said, and disappeared behind the elevator doors.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Hey, where did sample number four go?" said Dr. Groves.
"Dunno, thought it was sitting over there," replied Dr. Surtain.
"Well, it isn't. It was your job to keep track of it. Now go find it before I kick your ass into oblivion," said Groves, harshly.
Surtain ducked behind the ambulance and flipped off Groves.
At least I don't have HIS duty, Surtain thought. Autopsy. Blech.
Surtain came up and around the fire truck, and spotted something that looked like a cylinder container. That must be it.
He walked over to it. It didn't look like a plastic sample holder, but a small pipe. It had a black screen with flickering red symbols on it. It was making a beeping noise.
What the hell?
The symbols depleted rapidly until there was only one left. Surtain picked it up. What was this device?
The last little symbol disappeared, and the cylinder began to vibrate and cyan pulses of energy started flashing from it. It burned his hand, and he dropped it.
"Um, did somebody authorize this item?"
The "item" blew up in a ball of blue energy, vaporizing everything within twenty yards.
After the smoke cleared, Dr. Weyland looked down upon the site from his office a couple blocks away.
"This might be more interesting than I thought. Call in the spec-ops and see what you can find there!"
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Predator - The Banished
FanficThe small city of Maryville, Tennessee, USA, is quiet. Samantha is a regular old 19 year old girl. She just got into college, has an ex-boyfriend, and always sticks up for the newbies. Everything is how she wants it to be. However, things begin to c...
