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|Predator ! (standard:horror, 1750 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Nov 01 2005||Views/Reads: 2437/1572||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Collins was a loner who had a dark side.|
Night: Calgary 2003 ( A seedy area in the Downtown area. Overhead the stars twinkled like diamonds in the dark sky, ) The prostitute was walking a bit unsteadily along the sidewalk. As she passed a shadowy alleyway, a hand struck like a snake and wrapped around her mouth, dragging her into the darkness with such strength that she was lifted entirely off the ground.There was a loud growl. She kicked wildly but hit only air. A drunk sleeping nearby heard the slurping sounds, He got up and staggered towards it. He was just in time to see a huge figure crouching over the body. “Hey!” he cried out. The figure turned and looked at him. Blood and scraps of meat hanging from it's huge mouth. Horrified, the drunk tried to run , but it was too late . The figure crouched, and with a loud growl,sprang onto the fleeing figure. They found the mutilated bodies the next day, their throats ripped out. This was the fourth and fifth victims of a series of brutal murders with the same modus operandi and the RCMP couldn't figure out.They knew that the typical serial killer either strangled or use some weapon to kill his / her victims, but this one uses neither, and it seems just brute strength and savagery When word leaked out to the public, speculation was rife, “A werewolf,possibly?” some one suggested.(Every one laughed at that “A rabid animal n the loose?” was another suggestion.Anyway, the hunt for the killer intensified, while Calgarians held their breath. Women now walked in pairs during the night.and plain clothes detectives were every where working under cover in the entire downtown area. It was about 12.30 am on a chilly October night when Frank Collins boarded the Transit bus to downtown Calgary. Dalousie.A suburb in Calgary . A man walked slowly next to the Transit Station at Dalhousie Road.He staggered a little. A slight drizzle was on, so he pulled up his collar and stuck his hands into the coat pockets for warmth when he saw the cat near an alleyway. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, it was the biggest cat he had ever seen, lily white, and lying on the sidewalk watching him steadily. “ Must be the drinks playing tricks with my eyes” he thought and brushed his eyes withisunsteadyhands. Being an animal lover, he called out to it and approached cautiously. “Come here, boy” he cried softly, beckoning it towards him. The cat got up, turned, and walked slowly away towards the shadowy alleyway. “Here, Kitty, Kitty ,” He called out again, ”Come here, boy, Daddy's going to take good care of you !'He sniled. The cat continued walking away, but kept looking back at him occasionally, it's huge green eyes almost hypnotic with intensity.A strange feeling crept over the man, He felt as if the cat was actually calling him! compelling him to follow. He followed as if in a trance. At the entrance of the alleyway, he stopped and looked sharply in the darkness, and all he saw were the huge piercing, green eyes of the cat staring at him intensely, then it disappeared suddenly. A cold chill ran through his body. He felt something was amiss. A feeling of fear and dread engulfed him,as he stood looking.he wanted to run but he couldn't move! . Transfixed, he heard a loud growl coming from the darkness as a huge wolflike creature emerged from the alleyway. Total shock, dread and disbelief registered in the man eyes! With a loud snarl, the creature reached out and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off his feet with furry claw like paws,.Saliva drooling from it's mouth, it's eyes burning with intensity ,Wit a low growl it bit into the man's throat and ripped it out.Then began licking the warm blood that oozed from the gaping wound! Having quenched it's thirst,it threw the body aside like a rag doll against a wall,then raised it's head and howled at the moon in a painful wail,then began changing back into it's human form . The next day at the Calgary Police Service Headquarters on 6 th Avenue, Chief Inspector Forster was at his desk, Type writers were clacking and telephones were ringing all over the place. His deputy, Peterson, was Click here to read the rest of this story (103 more lines)
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