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Oh Gods, no! Oh Gods, no! They are all dead! No! I found myself in a dark room, completely shut off from the outside. I am only sitting here, sobbing as I await the inevitable. They are already at the door and I hear the lock shattering. "Great Mother, please save me!"

Point of View: Gregory

We reached the block of flats an hour after midnight. We got a call from some of the neighbors and as we entered the flat our worst worries seemed like a cheap horror movie in comparison. The bodies of five women, completely unrecognizable in their current state, laid scattered all over the now blood-soaked furniture. My name is Gregory Drywood, and I am a badger and detective in service of Angbrith's capital Sydin's law enforcement."

"Greg, who could have done something like that?" my colleague, a rather inexperienced hamster, said as she stood behind me and looked around the place in disgust. "They were having a party, then three hours ago somebody broke into the flat and killed them within less than ten minutes. The police arrived too late. Oh goddess, who would do something like that?"

Certainly her first time seeing something like that. For me it is only the third, and in all honesty I wanted to puke at the sight, but I have gotten used to it. "Melanie, I fear it is our job to find that one out. Identity of the victims?"

"The hostess was Casandra Heartshire, she invited four friends of hers, of which we still need to get the identities. Three were killed in the living room, another hid in the bath and was killed brutally inside," she told me with the shock still making it hard for her to speak.

I took out my forensic camera and black light to carefully shoot photos of the bloodbath in this flat. The amount of gore was certainly filling a lot of the storage on the device. Just what exactly happened here? It was hard talking about wounds, if the limbs and heads were ripped off the torsos, and the torsos themselves also torn apart. It would require a lot of physical strength to achieve that sort of feat, which frankly would mean the culprit had to be a larger species or steroids have become worse than I thought. "Okay, I am done here. How are you doing?"

"Got a few pieces of evidence," she replied as she got up from the ground and shuddered. We left shortly after and got into our car, much to the relief of us both. I drove us to the forensic laboratories to drop off the data at the front desk, just to then get to our office. It was only a bit of paperwork left for us as we went to our office and sat down on our desks to get that over with. And that is about 70% of our work.

When I was finished, I already got a mail from the labs and stood up from my desk. "Alright, Melanie, I am just going to get the results," I told her as I stepped into the dark floor and took the elevator up to the medical rooms. Goodness, my head was throbbing the whole way to the door, and it only got worse with the sterile scent of the lab.

Dr. Khalsa, whom I know as a friendly tigress, was already greeting me with a smile. "Gregory, we have determined that the force applied to kill those women had to be from a larger species. Nothing indicates bites or scratches, they were clearly ripped apart with force alone. We also found black bovine fur on a scrap of clothing you brought back from the scene."

"A black bull or cow, gotcha!" Okay, that makes it easier to determine the culprit. Even though just by a little, there are about nine-million people within the city alone, which certainly a few thousand bovines with some black in their fur.

"We do still have to do some more work, but I think as soon as we got the list of people with a motive, this will be solved soon enough," she reassured me, probably because I looked extremely exhausted and annoyed from the entire premise of filtering through thousands of names.

And certainly, that was the case. I got back to the elevator and to my office desk to look into the databanks that we had access to. A bit more 30,000 matches for bovines with black fur, okay that was less than I expected. Around 800 of them have criminal records in the national register, most of them minor, so in the end I was already able to get it down to 134 matches.

"Hey, Greg?" Melanie now walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "The police found someone covered in blood and put him into custody. You just have to send them our work and they can take over from there."

Thank goodness, that saves me a lot of work. I immediately send the information via the intranet of our department and got up from my chair. "I guess it is not a bad moment to go for a smoothie. Call me a kid, but I always hated coffee."

"Well, they do offer both in that café, so that should be okay," she said as we both got out of the office and down to the café on the other side of the street. It was not a sort of date or something, I was seeing her as a friend, not a love interest. In fact, I was not interested in females at all, but still the people thought I was just saying that to prevent talk about us two. Anyway, I got myself a mango-orange smoothie, she a black coffee.

"So, do you have any luck with dating lately?" she asked me with that lovely smile that made a few of our colleagues usually lose their minds. Much to our amusement, I have to admit.

But she got a good question. "I have been a bit too busy with everything lately, so I probably will have my flat only for myself," I told her as I sipped on my smoothie and looked out of the window. "We should see what happens. You can't rush everything in life."

She now smiled at me as she drank from her coffee and looked at me. "I broke up with Henry. It turned out he was meeting someone else behind me back while I was at work."

"He doesn't deserve someone like you," I stated bluntly and gave her one of my rare smiles. "I never got how people would cheat on someone, because they are working for a living."

With a sigh she looked down into her coffee. "Guess that you are right, you can't rush everything in life. I might find someone that is not just a jerk with a lot of charisma."

"We are still young enough," I said with a grin on my face, well-knowing that we both have had a lot of time ahead of us. "I guess after tonight we should try to get a good portion of sleep."

As we finished our beverages we went outside to the parking lot and to our personal cars. But before any of us could even enter, we received a message with the order to come to the police station at Lakeford Avenue. In order to get their fast we went to our police car and drove as fast as possible to our destination.

It was deceivingly quiet outside, so we just entered without much thought about it. A severe misjudgment of the situation as several policemen were at high alert as we entered. I grabbed my own gun and looked at a rookie polecat at the side. "What's going on in here?"

"The suspect suddenly went haywire and killed three of our men. We are searching the entire station for him right now," the polecat explained to me with wobbling legs. The scent of fear was certainly present around him. "Gods, what is happening? That bull was calm, then suddenly turned into a monster. Just like that."

I would say a maniac was underestimated and took his chances. I checked the magazine of my pistol and turned to Melanie. "It might be dangerous, so I won't judge you, if you want to go somewhere safe."

"I-I would prefer to not be so useless," she naively replied. I sighed as it was definitely not the time for her to prove herself, but I am not in the position to give her orders, so we went together into the building and held our noses vigilant for anything that would be out of the ordinary. Probably what everyone was doing, so it was wondrous how nobody could find that guy.

Melanie was following me with careful steps as we stopped for a moment and leaned against the wall. "You know, looking in the rooms and the floors would certainly yield some discovery, but if so far nobody found that guy, maybe we need to look somewhere else."

"The roof!" Melanie now realized what I was going at. The roof was not accessible without a key, but just maybe we were on the right track by tacking the least likely possibility. We took the ladders up high, till we were out of breath and in front of the door, which led to the rooftop of the building. Of course, being a rational person, I did only need to check the lock to say, if someone went through. And the handle budged easily, as I and Melanie left the warmth of the building and carefully kept an eye out.

What I did not foresee, and I am solely to blame, was that the culprit was hiding without a difficulty behind an air-vent, naked as on the day he was born. A white-black furred bull, who was looking normal to me, but for security measurements I aimed with my gun at his head. "Hey you! You are under arrest!"

"Please," he was shaking and looking at me with a teary eyes. What in the name of the gods was going on here? "Kill me! Shoot me, before it takes over!"

A bit hesitant at that plead I stepped carefully backwards and gestured Melanie to stay at a safe distance. "Melanie, send the message. We found him on the rooftop."

She pressed her transmitter just as I said this and spoke, "Suspect is on the rooftop. Request reinforcements." As she ended a nervous sigh escaped her muzzle and she got closer to me. "Greg, is this the guy we are looking for? He seems unstable, but not violent."

"Exactly the problem. He could be dangerous at any moment, if we do a single mistake," I said with my index finger already on the trigger. I did not trust that guy, and I would certainly put a bullet in his head, if I had to do it. And, as the reinforcement finally went came I would be proven right in the most horrible way.

As one of the men, a wolf with a few years of experience more than I had, was about to use the cuffs, he was suddenly grabbed and thrown off the roof before anyone could react. I fired a bullet, but only hit the shoulder before he already jumped aside and grabbed another policemen, whose gun arm he cleanly ripped off, before I was able to aim at the leg and immobilized that whoreson with a shot through his kneecap.

Melanie meanwhile was completely frozen in fear as her hands were shaking and her gun remained unfired. I knew she was unable to react like that, so I gestured her to run away. It was too late. As the bull tore off the head of the second policemen he stepped towards us, as if my shot did only slow him down.

I took another aim at his head and pulled the trigger, expecting to end it now, but, but it was useless. My bullets clearly went through his head, but it did not kill him. It was as if he was not controlled by his brain, but instead by invisible strings like a puppet. Before we could even retreat, he jumped at Melanie, and I emptied my entire magazine into his body.

It was useless, he didn't even react as I put one hole after another into him. Oh Great Mother, No! It was as if time froze, while Melanie was hold up and thrown against the walls of the next building. Her body fell down, her bones already shattered from the first impact. In the heat of that moment, I may have lost myself, but everything after that was a blur.

The next thing I knew was that I was lying in a sterile room, dressed in a hospital gown. Not my finest moment as I saw that my right leg was covered in bandaged, as well as my chest. I looked around for the button to call someone and found it at the side.

Soon a raccoon nurse entered my room and smiled at me with this certain smile someone got when they were either fresh or felt good in their job. "Mr. Drywood, you are awake! We are so glad, you have been unconscious for several weeks now."

Several weeks? Shit! If that is correct, then, "How did I end up in here? Do you know something about that?" I remember a wild bull, Melanie dying, but else there was nothing anymore to that moment.

"You were found unconscious at the rooftop of the police station. That maniac apparently killed everyone but you," she answered and confirmed what I feared has happened. Melanie, she was killed by that monster. And, I was unable to safe her.

Being usually cold and objective about things, it was surprising that I could feel tears leaking from my eyes. "This, this is surreal. When can I leave the hospital?"

"We do recommend to monitor you a little bit, but you should be good to go in ten hours," she replied before she gave me a paper tissue, which I used to get rid of those pesky tears. "We will inform the chief about your condition. Please, rest for now."

I leaned back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling before I closed my eyes again and just went right back to sleep. It lasted not long enough for any nightmares, thankfully, and before I knew it the shape of a black bear stood at the side of my bed.

"Gregory, I am so glad to see you well," he said. That bear was Malcolm Bunker, the chief of police in the city. "The tragedy that occurred five weeks ago was, a hard strike in all of our hearts. I am sorry to say that Melanie did not survive the fall."

Those words were a conclusion I already had, but they still drove razorblades into my mind. "I was there. I am still alive. But, I remember nothing. How did I survive?"

"Well, it appeared as if that bull had several head shots and it was from your gun," he told me, leaving me without satisfaction. Fuck, that bull was taking those shots without even flinching, so that couldn't be it. "He was still moving after I shot him. It wasn't the bullets, but something else must have stopped him as I lost consciousness."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow and shook his head at my statement. "Gregory, your memory might be a bit fuzzy due to the injuries you received. In any case, I let some of my influences play, so you get three weeks off for recovery. If you want, you can travel somewhere, to distract yourself. Unfortunately, the funeral of Melanie is now since past."

"You, are rather kind," I replied as my body was still weak from weeks of being bound to a bed and the notion of some time to get myself fit again seemed okay. Of course, I may should do some exercise as well. "It is, very troublesome that this all had to happen. What did the autopsy results say about that bull?"

"His vitals were completely normal, so we are still wondering about him," he said before he took out a candy dispenser and took two bonbons from it. "We are currently investigating what the hell was going on."

Probably for a while, considering that the things haven't been solved while I was in the hospital. "Okay, I may go to that medieval convention in Volkoinmaa, and try to take my head off from all this. But, please stay safe, chief."

"Certainly, Gregory," he said and bowed to say his goodbyes before he left me to myself. The hours following that conversation were bland and boring till I finally was able to leave the hospital and went to my flat. I was already packing all my stuff and ordering the tickets for the boat that would leave tomorrow. I had two weeks, so the sooner, the better.

The next morning, I already was sitting in the restaurant on board of the ship. In all that normality, I was still unable to shake off the images of that night. Of Melanie being thrown against the other building, of her falling to her death. I was planning to attend this convention for months now and expected to enjoy it, before all that shit happened. Melanie, wherever you are now, I hope that it is better than the world you left behind.

As we reached the harbor of the city of Suurikukkalat, I left the ship with my luggage and took a taxi straight to the hotel I ordered. Nothing fancy, but still good for the price. But still, it did feel surreal to just have this normality, despite having lost someone dear to me. Once I am back, I should go to her grave and pay my respects. Probably should have done so before, but sometimes things don't go as planned, and sometimes it is just too much.

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