- Nov 22, 2014
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Soon, Raphael's police cruiser was parked in the entrance of the alleyway. Someone had seen Anita, and they had run away to call the police.
He recognized the smell before he saw its source. There were things inside of a person's torso that weren't supposed to be exposed to the air, and they had a distinctive smell. In his hybrid werewolf form, Raphael's nose recognized it well. This wasn't going to be pretty. He took a deep breath before walking around the corner.
The first thing he noticed was the body. He waws right, it wasn't pretty. It wasn't the first body he'd seen in that state, and it wouldn't be the last - he was surprised at how little this one affected him. The next thing he saw was... two girls, not just one. One was small and covered in blood, but otherwise looking fine. The radio had talked about a girl who looked younger than ten years old eating a person. The other was a teenager, and much cleaner-looking. He couldn't imagine what she was doing here, but he had to assume that she would be aggressive. His hand hovered near his holstered gun, but he wasn't going to grab it yet.
"What's going on over here?" he asked. His voice was calm, betraying none of the horror swirling beneath the surface. He was starting to think that he should have waited for backup.
He recognized the smell before he saw its source. There were things inside of a person's torso that weren't supposed to be exposed to the air, and they had a distinctive smell. In his hybrid werewolf form, Raphael's nose recognized it well. This wasn't going to be pretty. He took a deep breath before walking around the corner.
The first thing he noticed was the body. He waws right, it wasn't pretty. It wasn't the first body he'd seen in that state, and it wouldn't be the last - he was surprised at how little this one affected him. The next thing he saw was... two girls, not just one. One was small and covered in blood, but otherwise looking fine. The radio had talked about a girl who looked younger than ten years old eating a person. The other was a teenager, and much cleaner-looking. He couldn't imagine what she was doing here, but he had to assume that she would be aggressive. His hand hovered near his holstered gun, but he wasn't going to grab it yet.
"What's going on over here?" he asked. His voice was calm, betraying none of the horror swirling beneath the surface. He was starting to think that he should have waited for backup.