It was 11:05 PM in one of the may broken streets of Detroit Michigan. The yards were as yellow as the sun that everyday would blaze a dehydrating wave of heat through the Homes of the poor. The windows of most houses were boarded up. Around the corner of the near by street, came barreling a male Caucasian at top speed. His plain white t-shirt and dirty brown genes were drenched in blood. He was bare footed, but his feet were moving so fast, it was hard to tell. He didn’t seem out of shape exactly, but not in shape enough to be running this fast. His short black hair was pasted to his forehead with sweat. Several seconds later, four police cars hurled around the corner after him. He ran off the road and busted through the front door of a small house. The door shattered into dozens of pieces. Lucky for the man, the house was abandoned. He ran into the back room, and hid behind the bed. He looked at his arm and saw a very small cut. It seemed as if the blood were crawling out of the cut and slowly, like vines, began to wrap around his arm, then dry out.
"Damn it," exclaimed the man under his breath as the blood continued to wrap and off branch around his arm.
Outside he hard the police speak over a mega mic. "Argile Scott, come out with your hands up! You have 10 seconds to reply"
"10 seconds." repeated Argile underneath his breath. Then he ripped off his sleeve and wiping it on his arm. As the police counted, so did he. 10, 9, 8... He flexed his muscles and started whipping off the blood, until the wound began to coagulate. 7, 6, 5... He rolled up the sleeve and held it in his hand and pulled out some matches. 3, 2, 1... The sleeve began to toss and turn in his hand, then the blood began to spread to the outside of it, and Arglie through it to the ground and lit it on fire. “WERE COMING IN!”
Seconds later, 7 members of the swat team burst into the room. Slowly Argile stood up and turned around. He was still holding the matches. One of them yelled “Drop the matches!”
Argile through his hands in front of him and said, “Listen, I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Drop them!” The cop raised his gun.
Argile looked frightened, as he said quickly, “No no, you don’t want to do that, believe me.”
“We said drop it!”
“JUST LISTEN TO ME!” Yelled Argile. Then they proceed to empty round after round into his front. With all of the bullet holes in the wall, his body almost took it down as he fell back. As he lied their, his blood slowly leaked onto the floor.
Now somewhere close to 2 AM. The area was filled with an assortment of different television and newspaper reporters. The SWAT team was loading up into their van. As they drove off, several of them were carrying on a conversation. The one talking was a young man, who was new on the team. His name was William. He had short, red, curly hair, and a red beard.
“So how long will it take for them to wrap up the body?” asked William. “Does it always take this long?” “
“Well, the police need to collect any evidence, and they are probably going to want to wait until the reporters clear out.” Answered a rather large Latino man with a goatee. This man’s name was Ramose. “So probably another hour or two.”
The other person talking was a black woman who was very pretty named Susan.
Susan turned to William and said, “Nice job new guy, keep that up and you’ll do fine.”
“Thanks.”
Then another man spoke. This man was the captain. He was a buff Cuban man with a large scar stretching across his throat.
“Don’t you live in this area?” He asked.
William nodded and said, “yea, but not for long. I’m moving into a better neighborhood soon.”
“That’s good,” Said Susan. “You got a kid that you gotta worry about now, don’t you?”
“Yea,” responded William. “Mattie. She’s two.” They continued this conversation while else where, the press was gone, and the body was shipped out. Inside the house, two detectives were searching for any more bits of evidence.
One took a puff from his cigar, and said, “Let’s get out of hear. We’ve found all we can.” They packed up and walked out the front door. They both sat in there car for a moment, then the radio blasted.
“Hey Detective Charles! You there?” asked the person on the other end.
The one who spoke earlier picked up the radio and responded with, “yea, what do ya want?”
“Sir, How much blood was at the crime scene?” Asked the radio.
“I’m not sure, I’ll go and check,” he responded. “Why?”
“Well we just got a real strange report from the morgue,” answered the radio. “When they opened up the suspect, he was bone dry. Not one drop of blood could be found in him.”
Detective Charles looked at the radio very strangely for a second, as though he was greatly confused. “He then said, hold on a minuet.” He took a walky talkie and went inside, leaving the other in the car. When he got into the room where just hour’s earlier smoke from gunpowder made it almost impossible to see, he pulled out his flashlight. When he got to the side of the bed where the body had lied, he saw that there was no blood. “What the?”
Seconds later, in the car, the other detective heard Charles scream over the radio. He pulled out his gun, opened his car door, and ducked down behind it. He poked his head up through the window to look at the house. The empty spot where the door used to be gave no implication to what was going on inside. It was just too dark. The all of a sudden, detective Charles was hurled out of the house and into the windshield of the car. His face and body were so cut up, that it was almost unrecognizable as a human being. Before the other detective had time to say anything, A red blur ran towards him and broke the car door clean off as it grabbed him and pulled him underneath the car. There were screams fallowed by a crunching noise and a puddle of blood. Slowly, the creature’s hand crawled out from underneath the car. It somewhat seemed like a human hand that had been skinned, revealing the muscle beneath, but it was dry and little red vines twisted it in places. Also, it seemed to have claws. Then, it sank its claws into the concrete beneath it, pulled, and sent the creature flying from beneath the car.
Inside the SWAT van, no one was talking. William was twirling a small golden locket that he held in his right hand. Captain was gently stroking his scar with his index finger. Susan was running her knife across the back of her hand repeatedly. Ramose was playing bloody knuckles with an Asian man named Paul and a very tall Italian man named Cruso. Cruso was a holy man. He had a giant tattoo of a cross on his back. Then, in the corner sat a black man named Lerry. Lerry was polishing his gun, and staring at susan. This series of activities lasted a few minuets before the van came to a sudden and unexpected stop. Most of the people fell off their seat. Captain pulled him self up, adjusted his self, picked up his gun, and said, “Ramose, Cruso, come with me. Everyone else, stay hear.” Everyone fallowed their orders as given. When Captain and the others got to the front of the van, they approached with caution. Captain was in the lead, and his gun was out. Slowly he advanced to the driver’s car door. Both seats were empty. As he looked around, he saw broken glass and blood scattered all around the front seats. Then, he realized that there was a large hole in the windshield with blood on the edges. There was a huge dent that trailed up the middle of the hood of the van, accompanied with claw marks and blood. Captain backed up from the van. Ramose pulled out his K-Bar knife and crouched like Rambo. Cruso tilted his neck from side to side, and it cracked. He then proceeded to crack his knuckles. Captain pulled out his walky talkie and said, “Guys, get your asses out hear. We have a hostel situation on our hands.”
Seconds later, the whole team was at there side, guns ready. Paul looked at the inside of the front, and cursed loudly. William was terrified out of his mind. Susan’s expression wasn’t readable. Lerry walked up to the driver’s seat. And stuck his head inside.
“Lerry! Get your a** away from there!” barked captain.
Lerry looked up and turned his head to look at them. Then something burst out from inside the seat it’s self. It sort of resembled a man who had been skinned, but the muscle was dry. There were small black sores all over it. Small red vines perturbed from it in places. Its eyes were slightly off center from each other. They were Small Green beads. Where there should have been a mouth, there was not even a hole. It Grabbed onto Lerry, and he shrieked like a small child. It’s hands Clasped onto his chest, then it started squeezing. Paul Raised his gun, but Captain yelled, “No, you’ll hit Lerry!”
Ramose Took a small knife from his belt and threw it. It stuck right out the side of the thing’s head. Some blood splashed, but as it hit a surface, it dried up and left a crusty stain. The creature brought his head back up, and continued to squeeze Lerry. The knife began to be engulfed by the blood, which crawled up it, then once it completely covered the blade, dried up. Then it pushed the lump that resembled the knife back into it’s head. Lerry fell limp, and the creature dropped it.
“FIRE!” Ordered Captain. And they did.
Round after round was empted into this thing. Each bullet took a small chunk of bloody fleshy substance off of it. It fell back into the van. The Gunfire then stopped. There was a silence for several moments, then it sat back up. Where there was the pieces of it were missing, Vines started to pull the flesh back together, then seal up.
“FIRE!” Yelled the Captain once more.
And once again, they did. But this time, the monster just took the bullets, and ran at them. It arrived at captain, and clutched his face in it’s hand. It raised him up, and threw him into the wall of a near by house. Now, most of the families in there homes were either standing on there front porch, trembling in fear, or watching from behind there windows. Then It reached into the gut of paul and pulled out his innards.
“Fall back!” Yelled Susan.
She, and William backed up towards the small alley between two houses, still firing. Ramose ran in the other direction. Cruso just stood there. The monster walked up to him, and tried to punch him, but Cruso caught his fist. Then Cruso punched it in the jaw. It’s jaw was knocked off center. Then Cruso muttered a blessing underneath his breath and punched it in the chest. This time, nothing happened. It straightened it’s jaw then clasped onto Cruso’s shoulders. It head butted him, and he fell to the ground. There was a very large and notice able Dent in the middle of Cruso’s forehead. Then the monster ran after Ramose. It ran behind the house where Ramose ran, but it couldn’t find him. Then Ramose roared and jumped on it, from the roof of the house. He took his K-bar and cut into the collar of what ever it was. There was a gaping cut. They continued rolling on the ground. Ramose stabbed it in the left chest plate. But then it thrust its hand through his chest. He fell to the side.
Else where, Susan and William ran into an old abandoned where-house several blocks away. They sat down behind a barrel and caught their breath in a very big storage room.
“Wha-What-was that?” gasped William.
“I-have no-clue,” Replied Susan.
William pulled out his radio and yelled, “We need back up! We are at the old where-house near 7 mile. Captain and three others are down. Two are missing. I repeat we need backup! We…” A door opened on the other side of the room, and William went silent. He and Susan looked at each other with wide eyes. Susan singled for them to move. Very quietly they snuck towards the direction they came in. A few isles away from them, a bunch of junk was knocked off it’s shelf. They sped up. They were almost at the door, when William was pounced on. It held him down on the ground, and put it’s hand on his chest. Susan tried to knock him off, but it slapped her and she went flying. From it’s hand, blood came out, and began to crawl into a puncture hole it made in William’s side. But seconds later, the door busted open, and two other SWAT teams ran in. The monster stood up and looked at them. Then, They all started to fire at it. It flew back into some shelves. It sat up, but then one of the men shot it with a Grande launcher. The Grande stuck out of its gut. After the explosion, there was nothing left. Susan limped over to William and helped him up. They walked out of the where-house.
About a half hour later, they were sitting in the ambulance. Someone put an IV in William’s arm. He looked over at Susan and smiled. But She was staring at the IV completely transfixed . He looked at it, and Saw that slowly, blood was rising up the tube and then hardening. Small vines were starting to wrap around his arm…
The end
"Damn it," exclaimed the man under his breath as the blood continued to wrap and off branch around his arm.
Outside he hard the police speak over a mega mic. "Argile Scott, come out with your hands up! You have 10 seconds to reply"
"10 seconds." repeated Argile underneath his breath. Then he ripped off his sleeve and wiping it on his arm. As the police counted, so did he. 10, 9, 8... He flexed his muscles and started whipping off the blood, until the wound began to coagulate. 7, 6, 5... He rolled up the sleeve and held it in his hand and pulled out some matches. 3, 2, 1... The sleeve began to toss and turn in his hand, then the blood began to spread to the outside of it, and Arglie through it to the ground and lit it on fire. “WERE COMING IN!”
Seconds later, 7 members of the swat team burst into the room. Slowly Argile stood up and turned around. He was still holding the matches. One of them yelled “Drop the matches!”
Argile through his hands in front of him and said, “Listen, I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Drop them!” The cop raised his gun.
Argile looked frightened, as he said quickly, “No no, you don’t want to do that, believe me.”
“We said drop it!”
“JUST LISTEN TO ME!” Yelled Argile. Then they proceed to empty round after round into his front. With all of the bullet holes in the wall, his body almost took it down as he fell back. As he lied their, his blood slowly leaked onto the floor.
Now somewhere close to 2 AM. The area was filled with an assortment of different television and newspaper reporters. The SWAT team was loading up into their van. As they drove off, several of them were carrying on a conversation. The one talking was a young man, who was new on the team. His name was William. He had short, red, curly hair, and a red beard.
“So how long will it take for them to wrap up the body?” asked William. “Does it always take this long?” “
“Well, the police need to collect any evidence, and they are probably going to want to wait until the reporters clear out.” Answered a rather large Latino man with a goatee. This man’s name was Ramose. “So probably another hour or two.”
The other person talking was a black woman who was very pretty named Susan.
Susan turned to William and said, “Nice job new guy, keep that up and you’ll do fine.”
“Thanks.”
Then another man spoke. This man was the captain. He was a buff Cuban man with a large scar stretching across his throat.
“Don’t you live in this area?” He asked.
William nodded and said, “yea, but not for long. I’m moving into a better neighborhood soon.”
“That’s good,” Said Susan. “You got a kid that you gotta worry about now, don’t you?”
“Yea,” responded William. “Mattie. She’s two.” They continued this conversation while else where, the press was gone, and the body was shipped out. Inside the house, two detectives were searching for any more bits of evidence.
One took a puff from his cigar, and said, “Let’s get out of hear. We’ve found all we can.” They packed up and walked out the front door. They both sat in there car for a moment, then the radio blasted.
“Hey Detective Charles! You there?” asked the person on the other end.
The one who spoke earlier picked up the radio and responded with, “yea, what do ya want?”
“Sir, How much blood was at the crime scene?” Asked the radio.
“I’m not sure, I’ll go and check,” he responded. “Why?”
“Well we just got a real strange report from the morgue,” answered the radio. “When they opened up the suspect, he was bone dry. Not one drop of blood could be found in him.”
Detective Charles looked at the radio very strangely for a second, as though he was greatly confused. “He then said, hold on a minuet.” He took a walky talkie and went inside, leaving the other in the car. When he got into the room where just hour’s earlier smoke from gunpowder made it almost impossible to see, he pulled out his flashlight. When he got to the side of the bed where the body had lied, he saw that there was no blood. “What the?”
Seconds later, in the car, the other detective heard Charles scream over the radio. He pulled out his gun, opened his car door, and ducked down behind it. He poked his head up through the window to look at the house. The empty spot where the door used to be gave no implication to what was going on inside. It was just too dark. The all of a sudden, detective Charles was hurled out of the house and into the windshield of the car. His face and body were so cut up, that it was almost unrecognizable as a human being. Before the other detective had time to say anything, A red blur ran towards him and broke the car door clean off as it grabbed him and pulled him underneath the car. There were screams fallowed by a crunching noise and a puddle of blood. Slowly, the creature’s hand crawled out from underneath the car. It somewhat seemed like a human hand that had been skinned, revealing the muscle beneath, but it was dry and little red vines twisted it in places. Also, it seemed to have claws. Then, it sank its claws into the concrete beneath it, pulled, and sent the creature flying from beneath the car.
Inside the SWAT van, no one was talking. William was twirling a small golden locket that he held in his right hand. Captain was gently stroking his scar with his index finger. Susan was running her knife across the back of her hand repeatedly. Ramose was playing bloody knuckles with an Asian man named Paul and a very tall Italian man named Cruso. Cruso was a holy man. He had a giant tattoo of a cross on his back. Then, in the corner sat a black man named Lerry. Lerry was polishing his gun, and staring at susan. This series of activities lasted a few minuets before the van came to a sudden and unexpected stop. Most of the people fell off their seat. Captain pulled him self up, adjusted his self, picked up his gun, and said, “Ramose, Cruso, come with me. Everyone else, stay hear.” Everyone fallowed their orders as given. When Captain and the others got to the front of the van, they approached with caution. Captain was in the lead, and his gun was out. Slowly he advanced to the driver’s car door. Both seats were empty. As he looked around, he saw broken glass and blood scattered all around the front seats. Then, he realized that there was a large hole in the windshield with blood on the edges. There was a huge dent that trailed up the middle of the hood of the van, accompanied with claw marks and blood. Captain backed up from the van. Ramose pulled out his K-Bar knife and crouched like Rambo. Cruso tilted his neck from side to side, and it cracked. He then proceeded to crack his knuckles. Captain pulled out his walky talkie and said, “Guys, get your asses out hear. We have a hostel situation on our hands.”
Seconds later, the whole team was at there side, guns ready. Paul looked at the inside of the front, and cursed loudly. William was terrified out of his mind. Susan’s expression wasn’t readable. Lerry walked up to the driver’s seat. And stuck his head inside.
“Lerry! Get your a** away from there!” barked captain.
Lerry looked up and turned his head to look at them. Then something burst out from inside the seat it’s self. It sort of resembled a man who had been skinned, but the muscle was dry. There were small black sores all over it. Small red vines perturbed from it in places. Its eyes were slightly off center from each other. They were Small Green beads. Where there should have been a mouth, there was not even a hole. It Grabbed onto Lerry, and he shrieked like a small child. It’s hands Clasped onto his chest, then it started squeezing. Paul Raised his gun, but Captain yelled, “No, you’ll hit Lerry!”
Ramose Took a small knife from his belt and threw it. It stuck right out the side of the thing’s head. Some blood splashed, but as it hit a surface, it dried up and left a crusty stain. The creature brought his head back up, and continued to squeeze Lerry. The knife began to be engulfed by the blood, which crawled up it, then once it completely covered the blade, dried up. Then it pushed the lump that resembled the knife back into it’s head. Lerry fell limp, and the creature dropped it.
“FIRE!” Ordered Captain. And they did.
Round after round was empted into this thing. Each bullet took a small chunk of bloody fleshy substance off of it. It fell back into the van. The Gunfire then stopped. There was a silence for several moments, then it sat back up. Where there was the pieces of it were missing, Vines started to pull the flesh back together, then seal up.
“FIRE!” Yelled the Captain once more.
And once again, they did. But this time, the monster just took the bullets, and ran at them. It arrived at captain, and clutched his face in it’s hand. It raised him up, and threw him into the wall of a near by house. Now, most of the families in there homes were either standing on there front porch, trembling in fear, or watching from behind there windows. Then It reached into the gut of paul and pulled out his innards.
“Fall back!” Yelled Susan.
She, and William backed up towards the small alley between two houses, still firing. Ramose ran in the other direction. Cruso just stood there. The monster walked up to him, and tried to punch him, but Cruso caught his fist. Then Cruso punched it in the jaw. It’s jaw was knocked off center. Then Cruso muttered a blessing underneath his breath and punched it in the chest. This time, nothing happened. It straightened it’s jaw then clasped onto Cruso’s shoulders. It head butted him, and he fell to the ground. There was a very large and notice able Dent in the middle of Cruso’s forehead. Then the monster ran after Ramose. It ran behind the house where Ramose ran, but it couldn’t find him. Then Ramose roared and jumped on it, from the roof of the house. He took his K-bar and cut into the collar of what ever it was. There was a gaping cut. They continued rolling on the ground. Ramose stabbed it in the left chest plate. But then it thrust its hand through his chest. He fell to the side.
Else where, Susan and William ran into an old abandoned where-house several blocks away. They sat down behind a barrel and caught their breath in a very big storage room.
“Wha-What-was that?” gasped William.
“I-have no-clue,” Replied Susan.
William pulled out his radio and yelled, “We need back up! We are at the old where-house near 7 mile. Captain and three others are down. Two are missing. I repeat we need backup! We…” A door opened on the other side of the room, and William went silent. He and Susan looked at each other with wide eyes. Susan singled for them to move. Very quietly they snuck towards the direction they came in. A few isles away from them, a bunch of junk was knocked off it’s shelf. They sped up. They were almost at the door, when William was pounced on. It held him down on the ground, and put it’s hand on his chest. Susan tried to knock him off, but it slapped her and she went flying. From it’s hand, blood came out, and began to crawl into a puncture hole it made in William’s side. But seconds later, the door busted open, and two other SWAT teams ran in. The monster stood up and looked at them. Then, They all started to fire at it. It flew back into some shelves. It sat up, but then one of the men shot it with a Grande launcher. The Grande stuck out of its gut. After the explosion, there was nothing left. Susan limped over to William and helped him up. They walked out of the where-house.
About a half hour later, they were sitting in the ambulance. Someone put an IV in William’s arm. He looked over at Susan and smiled. But She was staring at the IV completely transfixed . He looked at it, and Saw that slowly, blood was rising up the tube and then hardening. Small vines were starting to wrap around his arm…
The end
