Dead Love

Attracting Cops

Emmit quickly left the hospital before anyone noticed his damage. It wasn't until he padded across the concrete outside, that he heard the horrified screams of nurses. He smiled in spite of himself. Out of all the human he ate, Grace's father was the only one he was proud to kill. He hated the man. But one thing was for certain, Emmit wasn't killing anyone else that night. Sixteen lives were enough to be taken for one night. 

He brought his wrist to his face, but realized it was void of his watch. He grunted in frustration with himself, cursing under his breath. He wasn't keeping track of time, and he didn't know how near midnight was. Emmit looked up into the dark, clear sky and closed his eyes. He tried remembering just how it felt when he was human and how simple life had once been. The thought was pointless, so he shoved it aside. No use in moping. 

Thinking on his feet, Emmit decided it was time to collect the skeletons. He needed some way to carry them all to the warehouse without leaving a trace behind. Emmit pondered the idea for a moment, thinking how he could manage to carry sixteen skinned and gutted bodies through the night. Regardless of his strength, even he couldn't manage that task without a clumsy hand. 

Making way through the city full of cars swooshing by and lights that irritated Emmit's eyes, he arrived back into town, where kids seemed to be getting anxious. His expression contorted into one of confusion as he noticed kids running home looking frightened. Had someone caught on to all the missing people? He shook his head. It wasn't possible they could have noticed already. 

As he walked along the dark street lit by Halloween decor, an idea sparked Emmit's mind. He'd return to the house in which he killed the couple and search around for a few garbage bags. Any normal human beings was sure to have some lying somewhere. He'd then proceed to gathering  all the bones and lugging them to the warehouse. It was an easy enough plan. 

He just needed to get in and out of town before anyone noticed suspicious behavior. He didn't want to have to kill them, but if forced, he would. Not wanting to attract any unneeded attention, Emmit beelined off the street and into a vacant alley with the exception of a few stray dogs. He jogged down the path, gravel crunching beneath his torn sneakers and slipped into the backyard of his destination. 

Instantly, Emmit's ears rung with the noise of human conversation. There was a bright light in front of the house. Pulling up his hood, he stealthily approached the side of the house that was hidden by short hedges.

He pressed his back to the side of the brick wall, as he heard an officer speak. Quietly approaching the front of the house, Emmit immediately saw the flashing blue and red lights and half a dozen police officers patrolling the area. There was  yellow caution tape wrapped around the front yard. 

Before he could step away, Emmit locked eyes with a black K-9 police dog. His eyes were hard and glossed with authority. To Emmit's horror, the dog began barking. Emmit winced at the noise and stumbled backwards. The cop holding on to the dogs leash turned in the direction the dog was barking.

"What's wrong, boy?" he questioned the dog. The dog barked louder, running toward Emmit. 

Emmit ran back, not wanting to be spotted. Pushing his legs, against the grass, he sped out of the backyard and through the alley again. He ran until the barking ceased. Normally, in human state he'd be out of breath from running, but now he wasn't the least bit run down or exhausted. He calmly walked through the unknown territory he was in. 

He had landed himself in a field of high grass. Emmit walked through, swatting in frustration as sharp blades of grass smacked his face one after the other. Finally, he found himself entering the forest. He looked around, wondering which direction would take him to Vermin's home. Shrugging, he decided to go North.