"This is Detective Robinson... I'm... I don't know where exactly... Far... near the mountains. There's a tower... we have several dead. We...ed...uld...ease..."
"Detective Robinson? Robinson."
*** Before ***
Gerald replayed the last terrifying moments that occurred at the university. Everything was muffled like he was under water, he could hear the distorted cries from Maren struggling against her assailant as he dragged her further and further away. Gerald himself couldn't move. He heard whispers, they were screaming in pain, begging, cursing, but there was no source of the voices, just the black cloud that consumed him, Ryan, and Aaron. It no longer looked like they were in a school hallway, just pitch blackness.
The inhuman figure grew more disturbing the closer it got to him. Gerald noticed its fingers extended to three times the normal size. He had a sinking feeling they were going to work a lot like blades. Gerald drew his gun and aimed it at the creature's face but to no avail. One shot, two shots, both disappeared into the black mass like nothing happened.
Gerald saw the creature's arm raise, and he dove to the floor instinctively. He made the right call. Once those long fingers grazed Gerald's shoulder, he bled instantly. If he'd hesitated even for a second that could've been his head.
However, being on the ground didn't grant him much sanctuary. The creature loomed over him ready to strike again when Aaron flew into the scene. Idiot!
"You made a deal!" Aaron barked.
To Gerald's surprise, the creature didn't pulverize Aaron. Instead, it watched him. What deal was he talking about?
Aaron was acting responsive, but the creature wasn't speaking, at least Gerald couldn't hear anything. Without another word, the black clouds and soul singeing sensation started to pull away. The air was breathable again, and Gerald gasped.
They watched the blackness crawl backward until it evaporated, taking the creature with it. Ryan was silent, watching Aaron still standing defensively by Gerald.
Now they were in the car. No one spoke, but Ryan played with the first aid kit as they inspected Gerald's arm. It was a nice clean cut, probably four inches long. He knew it needed stitches, but he couldn't take his mind off of that monster. It definitely wasn't human. Aaron and Alaire were telling the truth, and he knew no one else would believe them.
Ryan wrapped the wound as best he could, "I think we need to sew you up."
"It can wait."
Gerald had Ryan drive this time, "Head to this address," Gerald installed the GPS coordinates into his phone.
"Where is it taking us?" Ryan asked, "Shouldn't we look for Maren? Call someone?"
"Of course I want to help her! It's my fault... but we already informed the SPD of her kidnapping," Gerald stated, "If we finish this case we'll find her... Aaron," he turned to the backseat, "I need your help with something."
Aaron nodded eagerly. Gerald pickpocketed Ryan's phone and opened the YouTube app.
"Tell me," Gerald instructed, "the voice of kidnapper. Do you hear similarities with this man? If any of us, you would know. Take your time."
Aaron took the phone and when he read the title of the video he looked confused. Before Gerald could explain, Aaron clicked the play button of Professor Kellor's Psychology Presentation Part 1.
*****
She screamed, "Where are we! What have you done? Why can't I move? Screw you! You mother-"
A loud clank shook Maren, cutting her off mid-insult. Her kidnapper looked about the room, nonchalant, "You've got quite the mouth..."
"Shut up!"
"No, no. It's a good thing," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "You'll need it. Once you don't have your eyes... or skin."
"What!"
Maren was strapped to a cold metal table, one strap across her throat, and ones for her hands and ankles. To her horror, her shirt had been torn, exposing the flesh of her stomach, "What are you gonna do..."
The masked man circled her table, coming back with a clean knife in hand. Maren couldn't breathe. Her eyes trailed to the right of her noticing a pale colored blanket hanging on the wall. That's no blanket...
Flesh. Bright blue hair was still attached to the scalp, but the skin had shriveled. The suit belonged to another person and had been removed with skill and artistry. Maren wanted to vomit. He wasn't kidding... he wasn't kidding!
"No, no, no, let's not, ok? Let's not do that! Please!"
The man pointed the tip of the knife on the center of her belly, not breaking the skin, but uncomfortably twirling it in a circle, "It wasn't part of the plan originally. But I do need more of you... Might as well, right?"
"NO!"
He wasn't bothered by her shouting, and continued to spin the knife as casually as before, "Don't worry, you won't be alive for it."
A gurgling sound distracted him for a moment. Something, or someone, banging against iron, gurgling and wheezing all the while. The kidnapper finally pulled the knife away, letting Maren feel brief relief. She didn't dare take her eyes off of him, as he maneuvered around her table. It was hard to turn her head, but on the other side of the room was a cage. A body strapped to a similar bed to Maren's was inside, and writhing. But it was only a body. Only the meat and bones and teeth...
And alive?
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