The Case of The HellHound Attack

                She’s running fast, so fast. Her heart is thudding beneath her chest, and she wonders if she’ll survive this. She knows the answer. She won’t survive, none of them will. Maybe, maybe they’re already dead. Maybe she and those left didn’t survive and now they’re in hell for some reason or another. She doesn’t know. All she knows is that she has to run, to get away from the creature, what ever it is. It’s not human, the thing that keeps her breath so scarce, keeps her feet from getting the rest that they need so much, its something else. She runs faster now, but she doesn’t know how much longer she can go. Death awaits her if she stops, she knows this but her body is getting tired. She’s getting ready to give up, getting ready to let Death take her with open arms. Her silky black hair flows behind her and she wonders, wonders how far she’s really going, or if this is real, what’s happening to her.

              The creature, she can feel his breath on her neck. The black, starless night covers over the moon and she can’t see where she’s going. She makes a sharp turn to the right, wondering just how long she can do this. That’s when it happens. The creatures nails slash against her pale skin and her deep, big, brown eyes grow wide as the pain shoots through her body. The pain is unbearable, but it only lasts for seconds. After which, she is numb. Her body is thin, so it doesn’t take long for the creatures nails to dig a hole into her body.

              The thing pulls her forward, lifting her so she can see into his eyes. She see’s nothing but black, like the night sky this night. His body is huge, as tall as a tree. The thing reminds her of Hade’s dog- the three headed one from the legends of the Greek gods. Those are the only thoughts she has, because Death takes her then, and the world turns black.

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              I’m walking towards the crime scene, gun in hand and ready to use. Blood is splattered everywhere, in the forest. The cops are all there, watching me as I arrive. I’m walking forwards, ready to see the body. Its nothing new to me, no matter how bloody it is. I’ve been working these scenes for ten years. That still doesn’t stop the CSI people, or the male detectives from expecting me to fall on my knees and throw up when I reach the body. I stand tall and straight, brown curly hair reaching my chest. My skin is light, but not pale. I reach the body and I stare where it lays.

            Blood is splattered everywhere, and the body isn’t all there. It has been torn into pieces. The body was female, with long, silky black hair that was tied in knots and covered in blood. Her eyes are closed. She was wearing a red shirt, long sleeved. I don’t know whether she was wearing pants or a skirt, because the bottom half was gone. She has a bony structure, and her stomach is thin.

          “So what do you think it is?” Bert, the detective in charge asks me. He wears a long brown trench coat, and has short black hair. His eyes were a dark chocolate. ‘Brown, much?’ I think.

          “An animal of some sort. A bear maybe?” but I knew what it really was. Thing is, Bert wouldn’t believe me if I told him.

          "You think it’s an animal?” Bert asks, “What kind of animal would do that?” he gestures to the body, and I shrug. It was a hellhound, a dog that was about the size of a dinosaur, it has black eyes, black fur, and scary as hell if you don’t know how to kill it.

          “I don’t know. Like I said, bear maybe? Look, what ever it was, do you really think a human has enough power to do something like that?” I asked.

          Bert paused, thinking, “A weapon. A sword or something?”

          I laughed, “Look, you don’t need me on this one. Kay’?” I said, walking away. “It was an animal attack.”

          Bert glares at me, “You know what it is.” He said, “I know you do. Tell me.”

          I looked at him, eyes narrowed, “Look, you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
            Bert glared, but let me go.
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                Night came and I waited by the forest, where the body was found. My gun was drawn- ready to fire. The trees rustled, but I didn’t shoot. I’m not that paranoid. I hear a howl- and that’s when I rush forward, towards the sound. When I reached the sound, blood was splattered everywhere. Another body. There were three hellhounds. I know I should call for back up, but I don’t. I don’t because I’m the only one around here who knows what she’s doing. I aim my gun forward, I go rushing in and the creatures attack me.

              One slashes at my chest, I dodge but run into another’s paw. I gasp in pain but refuse to scream. I know I’m going to die. The creatures nails dig into me, and I let out a scream and then, there is nothing but black.