"ACK! GET IT AWAY!!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!"
A loud panting could be heard as cars had to swerve from the road, a motor could be heard from a distance. A large creature sped through downtown Portland, it was chaotic as the beast sprinted forward. the poor thing had a plethora of shots through its back, every single one missing its heart, a vapor rising from the wounds, as if the bullets where burning the creature from the inside out, the bullets hissing in the wound. Most people where freaking out, running as fast as they could away from the scene while others where stupid enough to stay and watch this Entire scene unfold after a few moments of the creature being out of sight and hopefully out of mind as a few logical people call Animal control. before of course a mysterious figure on a black 2014 Yamaha FZ-07, they wore a brown Racer's jacket that was maybe one or two sizes too big, strapped to their right side was a nylon rope that had symbols etched into the surface, sparks seeming to fly off them as they smacked against the hip of the stranger, below it was an almost antique broadsword, it's metal glinted in the moonlight. Their clothes consisted of green cargo pants and leather combat boots as well as the leather jacket I had just mentioned. on the other hip was a black, leather bound 10 millimeter semi automatic pistol.
The motor roared as the beast ran into the side of a few cars, rolling a car or two over in the process. its patchy brown pelt matted and covered in blood from the gunshot wounds, the figure took the pistol from their hip, attempting to steer with one hand and shooting with the other. the beast writhed in pain as the Bullet entered its lower back. quickly the long snout, pointed eared beast turned around, and crouched, ready to lunge. the cyclist slowing down as they Bring their bike to a stop, taking a few steps forward as she pulled the rope from their right, the sparks smoking and almost igniting. "Oresa." Suddenly an entire 5 block radius experienced a black out similar to an EMP charge, Lights went out, cars stalled to a stop and phones froze up. the beast growled as it charged "OLANI VMD MIRC OIAD GAH OL MALPIRG, OL IOLCI ETHARZI OL OLLORCASARM MANIN AS █████████ GAHA OIAD ZCH AAI BOOAPIS."the Rope began to burn brightly as the beast lunged, The mysterious Helmed figure dodged quickly, whipping the rope around as it coiled around the beast like a snake. the Beast yelped as the rope burned brightly, burning into the creatures neck, appearing to elongate and stretch as it coiled around the beast as it began to pant, wheeze and yelp as it fell to its knees. "if there is a god, may they have mercy on your soul." the figure says as they pull out their long sword, of course people where leaving the scene in fear, as the figure plunged their blade into the beast's heart. it collapses and the embers turn to flames. beginning to char the creature as it choked to death on its own blood, the boiling liquid seeping into the concrete. the large creature burning away into bone. the helmeted figure walked back to their motorcycle and drove off. people utterly shocked as the phones began to work again, lights came back on, and cars restarted, Almost as if it was magic.
11 hours later... Portland Police Bureau 9:30 AM
officers were jammed into a meeting room with a map of the Entire city, as well as photos of multiple people, who appeared to be all civilians. "Approximately 11:40 Last night when We got calls of a blackout as well as an animal attack in the Pearl District." it was an older man at the stand, brown and silver hairs mixed together, they had a wise but cold look in their eyes. "when officers came to the scene we found human charred remains." he says as he folds his arms. "the Remains were of a recently investigated...and now deceased Jacob Marc's who was theorized to be connected to the recent Maulings, as Erica Parks and Hannah Roberts, two of out of three of our Victims were last seen with him." the man was your average 40 year old, his creases on his face were defined, but not many revealed themselves, Hiding behind the skin. "witnesses reported seeing a masked cyclist engage what people suspected to be a wolf before black out at 11:35." "all say the same thing though, that the cyclist rode off and the beast was burned. though the body we found is indeed a man, with the same dental record as Mr. Marcs, we believe he may have been wearing a costume in this case." there were a few mutters through the crowd of awry Officers. "Not only that, but Agent Jones hasn't shown up Either." "So I've gotta put someone else on this case." "Stanton." an officer turns his head, it was a man in his early 30's, olive skin and warm, kind chocolate eyes. a face that you could imagine a smile whenever they could, standing about a 6'2, his body built for him to run long distances and not stop. his uniform was carefully Labeled and folded. Even if he was the top of his class, he was Kindof a pencil pusher for the most part, but that didn't mean he didn't get the few cases that came up. "yes sir?" "can I put you on this?" "yes, chief." he says. "the file will be on your desk in an hour, don't do anything stupid alright?" he says. "yes, thank you sir." his voice was very smooth, always having an almost natural seriousness to it, his accent said Upstate new York, but his stance said; Countryman from the south.
He sat at his desk and began to go over the files, Three women dead, one that survived her Encounter in their attack and seeming to need psychiatric attention. he knew he would have to wait before having to call her into the station, it was a tad early. especially with the traumatic experience that girl went through merely 11 hours ago, about the same time the Burning and blackout occurred. he also went through the traffic cameras from earlier, tracking the Entire chase. The cyclist was easy to spot, but the creature was harder; it was going at an unnaturally quick rate, as well as it was weaving in and out of the traffic with ease. but there was one thing to be sure, it was moving on foot, unlike the cyclist. Seeing it jump onto a damned car and putting a dent in it was sure enough, but before Stanton could pull out the tape the VHS player short-circuited and the player quickly bursts into flames as well as a fire alarm could be heard immediately after. people filed out, Stanton and a few others were soaked from the sprinklers that went off, of course. most of the officers weren't amused. "I heard the traffic cam room short-circuited." "you serious?" "well that's just what I heard."
but of course, a flame could be seen on the 4th floor, and the fire department had been called. A few more officers were leaving the office, including a woman, a suit that yelled more business woman than a police officer, her face made up carefully with a steady hand, her skin a fair pale. her eyes a radiant green; wistful, and melancholic, they show a woman of solidarity and loyalty. one of a soldier. her lips a smooth red rouge, her face almost Impish. her body was like a cat's; sleek, careful, and intelligent. From the expression on Stanton's face, he appeared to know the woman, walking over to her. her black dress coat fluttering in the wind as she sees Stanton and tried to head the other way. "Jones!" the ginger froze as they turned around. "Officer Stanton! hello again." she put on a smile, seeming to be a tad unnerved. "Why weren't you at the briefing today?" "oh, uh. I was busy chasing after a lead." "we can finally get that Creep under lock and throw away the key." she says with a smile. "uh, didn't you hear? Marc's is dead." she looked shocked. "you're kidding, holy crap." "nope. some arson actually burnt the son of a gun." "well. I guess that closes the case then?" she says. "not...exactly." "not to mention what just happened a second ago." the woman looked over to the floor that was burning up.
"right...so what's the next move?" "we gotta interrogate Renee Garson." "it's the only thing we can do." "hm...maybe waiting would be the best--"no, we're gonna need to confirm that who we were after was really the murderer." he says. "she's still in the hospital Stanton. we can't just bother her." "...maybe you're right." "thank you." Stanton felt like something was up. Jones appearing to be almost nervous, even with her normal disposition radiating off her. "Are you okay agent jones?" "what? yes. I'm fine." he then paused and nodded. "alright..." "I might as well head back and start working on figuring out who the real killer is..." "okay...I find anything and I'll call you before meeting you." she nods. "thanks...I'll stay in touch." she says, her heels clicking against the sidewalk as she pulls out a pair of keys, looping to the side, she manually unlocks a black 69' ford cobra. quickly pulling out of the parallel parking space before bolting. the only proof of her ever being there was the trail of exhaust left before quickly evaporating into thin air.
