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“Caldwell police station, how can I help you?” you answer the phone leisurely, not really expecting an urgent reply.
“I need to speak to the head.”
The voice on the other side was hasty, most likely worried as well, but very low.
“I’m afraid he’s in a meeting, sir. Can I convey a message?”
“Someone’s after me-”
He continues after a deep breath.
“Something’s after me.”
You’d normally not take this very serious: you’d answered many a prank call in your time as an officer, but the sheer emotion you could hear through the telephone line worried you.
“Can you specify, sir?”
There was an inhale, as if he wanted to reply fast, but it was abruptly interrupted by what sounded like a punch and the telephone hanging up. Needless to say, that was worrying. You put down your phone as well, giving a nod to your colleague Riggs who had been following the conversation as she determined the coordinates of the call.
“Jonesy, Banks, Riggs, let’s go,” you order, putting away your gun as well as putting on your bullet proof vest: this reeked of danger.
“What’s the plan?” Riggs asks, tying her hair up in a handy ponytail as she follows right behind you. You look at the building intently; there weren’t really any clear dangers. It was an average suburban villa; white walls, big shiny car, door kicked in half-
Wait.
“You and Banks stay out here, Jonesy and I will go in.”
After a quick discussion of the plan; Banks and Riggs giving cover should something go wrong, and Jonesy entering from the front while you took the back, you sneak around to the side of the house to find some kind of entrance.
“Please, please don’t hurt me-”
It was soft, but that was definitely the voice that spoke to you on the phone. It seemed to come from the garage- the garage that also had taken quite a few blows from the looks of it. One side of the wall in particular was littered with indentations, about the size of a large fist.
“Where is it?”
Muffled as it was, that was clearly another voice. A more threatening, booming voice. You slipped under the window, gun at the ready. Despite your better judgement- judgement along the lines of ‘is he even threatened by a human’- you kept your finger safely off the trigger.
Just one more slide and you’d be at the door.
One...more…
You startled when something inhuman- something cold and lifeless- wrapped around your mouth, pulling you against the wall next to the garage door. You tried to struggle, one hand still on your gun but the other clawing and pulling at whatever thing was wrapped around your face.
You had nerves of steel, in most cases. Not one to panic quickly, always looking for a way out.
When the door opened and black cloud wrapped around your legs and pulled you in, however, you could feel the cold sweat run down your brow. This was not normal. Nothing had prepared you for this kind of thing.
“Looks like we have an eavesdropper.”
You were haphazardly slung into a corner, object still wrapped around your mouth as you took in the sight before you.
On the ground, arms and legs tied, was presumably the man who phoned you, sweaty and eyes wide with terror.
In front of him, probably more important right now, was a towering man. At least, you hoped it was. The clouds that grabbed you retreated to his feet, disappearing under the leather vest. He wasn’t turned to you presently, but all you could make out from all the black was that he either really loved that colour or he was, in fact, the reaper.
When the captured man turned his shifty eyes in your direction, the assailant turned around as well.
Jesus.
It wasn’t scary when you looked at it as a concept, but the elongated owl mask paired with the gigantic guns- and black leather tight around the robust chest and arms- had some kind of effect, at least. In your case, a bad one.
“I am so sorry, ms. officer,” he says in a taunting tone, taking painfully slow steps, “you seem to have come at the wrong time.”
The thing around your mouth loosens and you take a deep breath, locking eye contact with the black holes in the mask. You want to shove yourself away from the direction he was walking in, but instinct told you it might be better to face it head-on.
'It', an apt description.
You really weren’t convinced this thing was human.
“I’m going to ask you to release that man over there, sir,” you say confidently, raising your gun to aim at his shoulder- shooting to kill didn’t seem like an option. You’d have to stall.
Let’s just say you were more than surprised when he squats down in front of you, clawed hand reaching out and holding your cheeks uncomfortably- squeezing. You know murderous intent when you see it, and this man definitely wanted blood.
“Cute. But just stay put here, would you?” the voice behind the mask hisses as you swallow a lump in your throat. The hand on your cheeks travels down, pausing on your neck.
It’s not quite pressing down but you feel like one wrong word might make him do that. It doesn’t exactly matter, though, because you can see the captive crawling toward the opened garage door- you just needed to stall.
Just a little.
“No can do, sir, I’m afraid you’re under arrest for breaking and entering, taking hostages and threatening a government official,” you reply calmly, still looking at the mask with your gun now leaning against his shoulder.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spits, grip tightening just a little, “I’m not playing a game here.”
“Neither am I, sir.”
The hand that is not currently contemplating strangling you tries to take away your handgun but doesn’t succeed before you fire two bullets- one goes through and the other speeds past his face.
When the only thing that happens is mist pouring out of his shoulder, you have to admit you start panicking a little more.
“Do you want to die?” he continues.
“Want you to get arrested, sir,” you whisper, eyes still slightly widened in panic- fear, if you will- as the mist comes out of the crevices around the mask now.
“ Maldito, mujer. ”
You feel the impact of a hard, strong fist lined with metal hit you in the head and you faint almost instantly.