"Help! Someone help!" I screamed frantically as a last effort to avoid this mutant mutt.
His canine eyes glared at me and the claws tore through the air, falling down to slash. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath, breathing rapidly.
Thud
Crash
Nothing.
My eyes forced themselves open, searching for my assailant. He, or it, was nowhere to be found. Instead there were paw prints around the area on the ground and a few pieces of what looked to be wood. Then I noticed that the garbage bin was moving.
"Any sane person would flee the scene and never come back." I whispered under my breath as my eyes watched it with curiosity.
Turning to leave, my phone lit up on the ground. It was still recording the video.
I said any sane person.
Inch by inch, I made my way over to the pile of trash. The giant dog-human mutant was knocked out, resting like he'd been punched by a professional boxer.
Who, or what, had hit them? And where did they go?
I remembered watching a few crime shows on TV where they searched the area for any clues before chasing after a suspect. This couldn't be much different, right? After all, apparently mutant dog people exist. TV might not be so wrong.
Right below the edge of the bin, a piece of torn fabric sat on the ground. "That's odd," I whispered to myself. Any other random piece of material would make sense considering it was a pile of trash, but this one was different. "Purple, huh?" My fingers traced through the fabric and found it was smooth, almost like a Halloween costume.
But maybe it was just some old scrap material.
"I wish they would've stayed. It makes no sense to save someone and leave right away!" I grumbled and sat down. It didn't make sense. And even if I tried to tell the police about the mutants and the mystery hero, they'd laugh and tell me to take a drug test.
Wait.
"My phone!"
Frantically flipping over the slightly cracked screen, I saw that the video still hadn't stopped recording. Once I hit the button I rewinded the video until I saw the moment it had been dropped. The screen fell onto the concrete and was knocked onto its side against the building's wall, and it was aimed directly up at the whole scene. The only issue was that the trashcan was blocking the whole entire other side of the alley; the side where the mutant was.
"Come on!" I exclaimed, dropping it onto my lap.
The video kept playing though, and soon enough I saw something flick across the screen. It only showed up for a split second, then vanished. Sure, maybe it was a fleck of dust or something in the air. But when I zoomed in and watched it a few times, I saw something very familiar: purple.
Purple, like the fabric I found on the floor.
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