Sacrificial Prerogatives

Part 3

It had been two days since the murders and nothing. No witnesses, no leads, no clues. The Sergeant came over, handing William a message. He read it, then stood, picking up his hat, looking over at William. "Come on, scene number three."

Silas nodded and they left, arriving at the scene in Queens an hour later. They went in, saw the bloody writing, the pile of dismembered corpses and began searching. When nothing new had turned up, Silas focused on the writing, copying the words once again.

William folded his arms, obviously annoyed, "What is it this time? The formula to turn lead to gold?"

Silas ignored the sarcasm. "No, it's a spell of release. Whoever did this is incredibly powerful."

William raised and eyebrow before he turned and left. Silas let him, finishing copying the words. When he was done he looked around again, and seeing nothing else, turned to leave. As he did, one of the patrolmen came rushing in, terrified. "Run!"

The beast was upon the man in less than a heartbeat, tearing his throat out with one swipe with its massive clawed fist. It picked the body up, throwing it at Silas. It hit him square and he went down under it, drenching him in the poor man's blood. It grabbed Silas by the hair, jerking his head back, studying him. Then it grinned before slamming Silas' head against the ground, sending him into unconscious blackness.