Her Wendigo Chapter 2

Criminal

Lia paced. She paced quickly back and forth on the sidewalk. Her running shoes splashed in the shallow puddles. Her sweater was soaked atop her shoulders and her hood. The water brought chills as it soaked to her skin.

The sun was gone and the clouds brought a chilly rain. Street lights kept the roads and cracks sidewalks from disappearing altogether into the blackness. Creeping in every corner where the crummy lights didn't shine darkness was thick as tar. Bugs swarmed every light, creating flickering shadows across the street.

"You're not doing this."

She paced another small lap again.

"You're not doing this!"

Lia was no criminal.

Damian laid on the sidewalk out of her way. He laid stretched out with his side in the puddles. His long arms were off the sidewalk with is elbows supporting his head. He was peeking into the water drain. His head was almost halfway into the dark hole. Lia hoped he was just watching the water as it rushed in. The rain didn't seem to bother him. It was either passing right through him or bouncing off him.

Lia looked to the building a ways away across the street. It was a simple concrete building with large trees and lush green bushes growing in front and in its parking lot. In golden lettering Police Department was proudly shown atop the door.

Inside the building was simple, tight, dark gray carpet, and typical office chairs. Desks covered in paper and sticky notes. Strong smell of fresh paper and ink filled the offices. Small number of cells in the back, probably have held endless numbers of young delinquents that filled this peaceful town.

Then down the hall, locked off by a large dark stained wooden door was an office. It was decorated with flowers and pictures of a familiar face. The decorations were on the floor of the hall and some attached to the door. Some pictures spoke in memory of, cards with written messages of those who miss the man. Written in cursive onto the door in gold paint was the name, Mark H. Smith. Inside the office the lights were off and the papers were just as he left them.

Lia stopped pacing and looked at the building. All she really did up to this point was follow Damian. Without a phone in worry that someone might track it she has been completely dependent on Damian's directions. It took two bus tickets and a taxi, over twelve hours to get here.

And now here they are about a hundred feet from Mark's desk. That hopefully held some clues.

She had no clue.

All she could go on was the spirit who's head was now almost completely in the drain, cooing into the echoing darkness.

"So..." she started trying to get Damian's attention.

His head quickly retracted and looked up to the young lady.

"Are we just gonna go in there and take it?"

Damian nodded.

"What if the door is locked?" Lia almosted slapped herself. Of course the doors were gonna be locked. Its a police station.

She turned away from Damian and rubbed her face. She knew they were gonna get caught. She just wondered how far they'd get before they were.

"What is someone is on night duty?" She turned back to Damian to see him gone.

She eyes darted to the other side of the road and saw Damian crawling his way over to the building. Lia in a panic followed her. She slowed down once she. Got close behind him. He was crawling on all fours his shoulders and spine moved across his skin. They almost looked like they were gonna poke through.