As usual please excuse grammar, punctuation, etc (I really suck at that stuff and it keeps getting pointed out). There may also be a loss of formatting so apologies in advance. So without further stalling here is the crime extract:
Daylight was fading as detective Matthews entered the room.
He nodded to the guard as he walked in. Quickly following him in was the fox
girl. Her tail swished with each step. She paused, ears twitching as she
sniffed the air.
“It stinks of wolf in here,” she said.
Detective Matthews nodded and pet her on
the head. She looked at him in disgust and proceeded to sit at the table
opposite their suspect. He followed and stood next to her.
“Well this is a little awkward isn’t
it?” He asked.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” said the
young-man.
“Oh but you violate some of the most
basic laws for your kind,”
“What?”
Matthews pulled a revolver from the
holster on his waist and set it on the table. He began searching his pockets
and pulled out a syringe filled with a reddish liquid.
“This,” he said waving the syringe in
the air, “Would lead to a better solution than that,” he indicated to the
revolver.
“You’re gonna drug me?” The young-man
shouted.
“No you idiot, it’s a tranquiliser
specifically for your kind,” The fox girl chimed in.
The young-man looked at her in
confusion. Matthews set the syringe next to the revolver.
“We can tranquilise you and have you
sent to a shelter,” Matthews said
“A shelter? I’m not some kind of
animal!” The young-man retorted.
“I’m sorry that was a bit heartless of
me but you have to understand you have no papers or tattoo, for all we know you
could be dangerous,”
“Papers or tattoo for what?”
“You’re a Lycan aren’t you?”
“A Lycan? Wait I’m not a werewolf!”
The fox girl shook her head.
“It’s almost time,” she said calmly.
Detective Matthews looked at his wrist
and nodded. He picked up the revolver.
“Look shortly you’re going to change and
then if you try to hurt anyone I have to put you down,” He said.
“Put me down? I’m not a werewolf.” The
young-man protested.
“Look just tell us who’s trying to form
a pack and we can tranquilise you,”
“A pack? How am I supposed to know?”
“Because we know you’re a lycan and very
possibly the newest member of the pack.”
“I don’t know anything and I’m not a
werewolf!”
“Ok let’s say you don’t know you’re a Lycan,
has anyone approached you about joining them?”
“NO and I know I’m not a werewolf.”
The fox girl’s ears twitched.
“It’s coming,” she said.
Detective Matthews looked at his watch
again and sighed. He pointed the revolver at the young-man.
“Wait, I don’t know anything!” the
young-man screamed.
“You’re sweating, easily irritable and I
bet your feeling itchy too right?” Matthews asked.
“No… Well yes but it’s cos I’m scared.”
“Really? Or is it because you’re about
to turn?”
Detective Matthews pulled back the
firing pin.
“Please don’t,” the young-man pleaded.
“It’s time,” the fox girl said.
She shuffled to the edge of her seat.
Matthews stood with his revolver ready. Aimed at the young-man. Nothing. Then a
ripping noise. A blur raced past them. The revolver spiralled across the floor.
A giant bipedal wolf, tatters of a guard’s uniform clung to its body. The creature
grabbed the young-man’s neck in its jaws. A gurgling followed by silence. The
beast released its grip and let loose a howl. It dived through the window
taking the bars and chunks of the wall with it.
“Capture?” the fox girl asked.
“Yes capture,” yelled Matthews as he
leaped to the young-man’s aid.
Before he could finish the sentence the
fox girl had already given chase. She leaped through the giant opening and
across the gap between buildings. There were claw marks where the monster
before her had scaled the wall. A chunk of concrete flew at her from above. She
narrowly dodged. As she looked up she saw the werewolf almost two floors above.
It snarled at her and continued its climb. The fox girl immediately gave chase.
She jumped from ledge to ledge with ease. The gap between her and the wolf grew
smaller and smaller. Just as the creature got close enough to touch it
instinctively swiped at her. Its claws tore through her sleeve and into her
flesh. She yelped and paused to inspect the wound. The monster had almost made
it to the roof. Knowing she couldn’t lose sight of it she pushed herself to
continue. Another piece of concrete flew at her. It completely missed. She
resorted to running up the side of the building on all fours. There was no more
gap as she ran alongside the beast. Deliberately keeping herself just out of
its reach. They made it to the roof together. As the werewolf pulled itself up
she leaped high into the air and arced over the wolf. She quickly swiped at it
before it completely regained its balance. It just ignored her and pulled
itself upright as it unleashed another howl. She backed up having realised her
mistake. The creature dropped to all fours and charged at her. The fox girl
barely moved out of its way. The monster slid to a halt. It turned towards her
and charged again. The werewolf brushed against her. She couldn’t move. Letting
out a yelp of surprise she turned to see the wolf had caught her tail. It
dragged her backward. She struggled to pull away. The creature wrapped its
giant hand around her neck and lifted her off the floor. She kicked and
struggled. The creature tightened its grip. She began to frantically search her
pockets. Saliva dripped from the creature’s mouth as it pulled her closer. Her
hand finally closed around the syringe in her pocket. She slid the cap off and
plunged it into the wolf’s inner-arm. The werewolf yelped in pain and threw her
across the roof. It pulled the now empty syringe from its arm and let loose the
loudest howl it could muster. The creature walked over to her each step
clumsier than the last. It towered above her and raised its fist in the air.
Then its eyes slid shut and the monster toppled over.
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