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Beasts and Horrors [Closed] - ambientmagic - 06-29-2017

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RE: Beasts and Horrors [Closed] - ambientmagic - 06-29-2017

Scar's heart rate skyrocketed every time the radio buzzed in the patrol car. On a Friday night, most of the calls were fairly benign: drunk and disorderly, barfight, drunk and disorderly, DUI, noise complaint. But that didn't stop Scar from reaching toward her holster with every code. After all, The Wolf hadn't missed a weekend yet.

It was nearly three when the call finally came in--a neighbor had reported a door broken and ajar across the road. Scar prayed without much conviction this was just a B&E as they whizzed over to the address, siren wailing. It fit the MO: run down neighborhood, comfortable enough apartment but falling into disrepair. The cars in the parking lot had a lot of handicapped stickers; most of the residents were senior citizens or disabled.

It was a straight shot up the stairs to the apartment with the broken door. Scarlet knocked briskly on the doorframe with her right hand. "Police!" she announced loudly. "A neighbor called in a concern, we'd like to do a wellness check. May we come in?" She waited. No response, just as she'd feared.

Grayson nudged her and gestured toward the threshold. A smear of blood. Probable cause. "We're going to come in now," she announced clearly. "Please have your hands where we can see them." No clear sign of present danger, so she was careful and cautious as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

"Main room clear." No people, but a lot of mess. Either a tornado had been through here, the resident was a hoarder, or--

"I'll check the bedroom," she murmured while her partner checked the kitchen, closet, and bathroom. At this point they both knew what was coming.

Sure enough, a familiar sight greeted her when she entered the senior's room. The woman was lying in her bed, but there was nothing peaceful about her rest. Blood spattered across the sheets and onto the carpeted floor. A partial footprint caught her eye as she examined the areas around the bed--the bedroom was as messy as the other rooms had been--before finally taking a deep breath and looking at the body.

The woman's hands were up near her head, covered in blood as if she'd been attempting to hold back something. There were long hairs under her fingernails--she'd been scrappy. Blood on her torso indicted a shallow wound on her stomach, but the cause of death was clear--the woman's throat was a bloody mess.

Same CoD as the others. "Call it in," she called to Grayson, voice hoarse. She took a step closer to the bed, careful not to step anywhere forensics would need to examine. Scarlet addressed the figure on the bed, who had died here alone and scared because Scarlet hadn't caught this monster yet. "I'm so sorry."

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