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The FBI is using cannibals to hunt other cannibals. They are currently investiga

I don't know what the fuck just happened. There's blood everywhere, and I just survived with my life. You're probably thinking, why not call the cops? Well, they wouldn't believe me.

It all started a few weeks ago when a solemn looking man knocked on my front door. I live alone, so I guess I was grateful for the company and didn't expect an FBI agent standing impatiently on the other side.

"Agent McGregor," the tall man said, extending a hand and offering a curt smile. "I think we need to have a little chat."

McGregor must've seen the look on my face because once he came inside and sat down on my split pea green colored couch, his smile became more sympathetic and he leaned forward, clasping both hands together.

"Look, before you start sweating bullets...it's not you we're investigating. Your...your neighbor is our current target. But we aren't completely sure. The man we're tracking seems to have changed aliases several times. All the information, though, seems to point to your neighbor."

McGregor paused again, steepling his fingers, giving me a subtle but discernible look.

"This is where you come in, I'm afraid. We'd like to set up shop here, if you don't mind. We want to monitor this man and make sure that he is the one we're really after."

I hesitated at first, and my hesitation only grew once he told me more about their "method" for detecting criminals. Apparently, the FBI will go to extreme lengths to make sure that who they are targeting is the correct individual.

"Regrettably, the FBI has made mistakes in the past, and don't worry, the cannibal we're going to bring in has been completely domesticated. It won't harm you. At least, according to my experience with it, everything should be completely safe."

Obviously, I freaked the fuck out at the suggestion, and demanded to see McGregor's badge. He rolled his eyes and pulled out it out.

"This isn't the FBI from the 70s. We've had to adapt to a harsher environment, which means using any method available to catch the correct perpetrator, even if that method is similar to the criminal being pursued."

He kept assuring me I'd be safe, and actually I'd be safer with a trained "bloodhound" prowling the grounds. I certainly didn't feel that way when McGregor and another agent, one Ms. Cook, transported this creature, technically human, from their large white van to my house in a cold looking grey cage. The cage seemed to rattle at random points, making the two agents buckle and causing one of them to press a button on a remote, presumably activating the shock collar since it yelped in pain.

The brief, involuntary pity I felt for the creature seemed to waylay my fear a bit, but mostly the fact that they seemed to carry a shock collar and weren't afraid to use it.

Everything seemed fine at first, well "fine enough" given the incredibly bizarre circumstances. McGregor formerly introduced me to Ms. Cook, a paper thin but reasonably friendly woman who seemed to "have a way with" the cannibal still in the cage.

"His name is Percy," she said, giving me a glance and returning her attention to the cannibal.

"Uh, despite Ms. Cook's apparent friendliness toward the creature, I wouldn't get too close. She has been its exclusive trainer for the past year," McGregor said, placing his body between the cage and myself.