Post by aeon on Aug 2, 2005 11:43:09 GMT -5
Agonizing Demise
It radiated a horrible black, the lengthening, gruesome appendages protruding from its back. The man backed himself into a wall, the fear and uncontrolled panic growing inside of him. Within seconds, the rending of human flesh accompanied by screams of sheer agony filled the air. One final roar could be heard before snapping bone and blood splatters could be perceived. By the next morning, nothing was left…
The next morning, there were 5 cars of police at the scene of the crime, examining the blood and remains with specialists. The blood and body organs disturbed most of the people. The case was deemed closed and only two people remained at the area of this horrid happening.
“That’s gotta be the third one this month. The killer doesn’t even leave any evidence or nothin’,” said one of the policemen.
“Well, from these remains on the ground I’d say he was eaten by some large reptile,” a forensic scientist explained.
“Sorry pal, but the way I sees it, he was murdered and taken from the scene of the crime,” the policeman made a smirk, “Besides, what makes you think some lizard did this?”
“I might start with the fact that there are claw marks on the walls, a long fang on the ground…and scales with them…”
After the painstaking investigation, their search turned out to be totally fruitless, as all others before it had been. It was very dark and late; all of the policemen had gone home, in bed for the night, except for one man. The one policeman that was awake was the skeptical one, not believing the reptile theory. He had taken home with him the scale in a plastic evidence storage bag to study it. For hours he searched in a book about reptiles; he had finally found it, much to his surprise.
“An iguana? There’s no way a little thing like that could eat a grown man,” he exclaimed to himself. Just as he had finished that statement, there was a loud banging in his house, even though he was home alone. Followed by the banging sound was the sound of a man screaming; the scream was just like the one from the previous incident. The policeman picks up his nine mm pistol and slowly walks upstairs to where he had heard the wailing.
When he got there, the only things that were there were a broken window…and a half-eaten burglar; only the waist up remained. The man on the ground was breathing very heavily and uttered one last word before his death, “Monster.” That one word echoed in the officer’s mind at least fifteen times before he had snapped out of it, realizing that something had ripped the man in half and managed to escape from the top floor with the legs still in grasp. Nothing human could have done that.
The officer rushed downstairs after checking the burglar’s pulse and finding nothing. He called 911 and within 5 minutes the police were there, all waiting for an explanation from the witness.
One of the investigators stepped forward, “Now, try to explain in great detail exactly what happened here,” he requested.
The officer was extremely worked up, his adrenaline was pumping and his pupils were dilated. He talked rather fast, almost too fast to comprehend, “I came home and started studying the scale and I heard a noise and went up stairs and-”
Before he finished, the investigator interrupted, “Scale? What scale are you talking about?”
“Well, there’s a scale over there on the table in an evidence bag.” He looked over at the table, seeing nothing there. His heart started to pound harder and harder. It felt like it’s going to burst out of his chest at any given moment, “But…but it was just there…”
“Really now? Well, you’ll need to come back to the station with us. You have some paperwork that needs to be done.”
The officer was still completely overcome with his adrenaline rates, however, he still complied with the order given to him by the investigator and headed for the station with him. Once he was there, he was bombarded with questions in the interrogation room. Questions like “Did you see it?”, “Why were you lying about the scale?” etc.
Before they could get another word out of him, there were screams of pain and fear, the officer’s eyes widened once more at the smashing noises of huge feet in the hallways that managed to penetrate the sound proof walls of the interrogation chamber. He got up from his seat and reached for his gun, but it wasn’t there; the investigators had taken it long before. His breath rate increased dramatically and the adrenaline started again. He had been overtaken by true horror.
To be continued…
Agonizing Demise Part 2
If you had not read the previous segment of this gruesome and sickening story, you have missed the entire plot of this story. You have missed the mysteries of a terrible creature, which is yet to be revealed, that has killed many people. Our main character is an officer who has witnessed terrible events from this beast, but is not being believed and credited for his observations. Will he get credit and help before it is too late? The last you had read of this tragic tale was when our officer was in an interrogation room, listening in horror as he hears the screams of men and the blasting footprints of something enormous.
The smashing sounds of the creature would not cease; the same went for the uncontrollable screaming of everyone that was not in a safe area. The crushing and crackling sound of bone and the thick stench of blood engulfed the entire area. As quickly as the ruckus had started, it was gone in an instant.
“D-do you think it’s over?” inquired one of the interrogators in absolute shock.
“Since you’re the only one thinkin’ that, why don’t you check?” our officer pointed out.
With a very high amount of reluctance, the interrogator pulled out his pistol and opened the door, seeing absolutely nothing but blood on all of the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. His heart rate was still pumping harder than what would be considered normal, but it had dropped radically from what it had been just a few minutes ago. He motioned for the other interrogator and the officer to follow.
For almost a full hour, they had thoroughly searched the police station for any survivors, only finding one man, arm ripped off, in a closet, gibbering in his own, pain-induced insanity. Only a few seconds later, he had gone cold and gagged up some of his own blood, dying soon after. After a few more minutes of searching, they made their leave. As they approached the door, they found something lying on the ground, something that had shocked all three of the men. On the ground was a small plastic bag containing an iguana scale.
“What’ve I been tellin’ you for the past 5 hours in that interrogation room?” asked the officer both sarcastically and angrily. His eyes narrowed as he viewed the main interrogation expert.
The interrogator was now angered as well, “Don’t point the finger at me! You know full well that there was no way that we could have known that you were telling the truth!”
The officer merely scowled and continued out the door. He had no intention of getting shot by some enraged interrogation officer. There was no way that, in his current unarmed state that he could have won that fight. When he left the building, he was amazed at the quick change in scenery. The blood marks stopped precisely at the door line, one blood-mark even cut off at it. There was no stench outside, nor was there any sign of panic or fear, only people who were staring at the blood-stained officer with a mix of awe and confusion.
The officer tried as hard as he could to ignore the ogling people, walking to his car to leave that dreaded station. By the time the interrogators managed to get to where his car was, he was already gone. He didn’t trust his home, for a man was killed by whatever had attacked, nor did he trust the city itself. Without packing or preparation, he drove as far away as possible, only stopping once, and that was to fill up the gas tank to drive further.
By this time, the officer was in a totally different state altogether, using a room in a small, shady motel. Even the men there couldn’t help but stare at the blood-covered policeman. He had stayed in that motel for about a week until he had managed to find a suitable job for himself, working as a police cadet trainer.
Months went by. The officer had bought his own two story house, moving out of an old apartment, and started a small family. The officer had never been happier when his first child was born, a daughter.
Now it was years that went by; his daughter was 5. No one will ever forget the horrible scream coming from their daughter’s bedroom. Both the officer and his wife went running, only to find blood everywhere and a very large shadow being cast from outside. The officer took out his gun, walking slowly toward the source of the long, eerie shadow, only to watch it disappear and hear the screams of his wife coming from behind him. His eyes were already wide with terror as he turned around to see blood everywhere.
The blood wasn’t the only thing he had seen, however. What took him the most was the lumbering beast, crunching on his dead wife’s leg, which was the only part left. It was about 10 feet tall and had frighteningly large hands. The officer looked in awe and could only release one sentence from his mouth: “Please…leave me alone…” One large stab could be heard as a large arm impaled the officer’s stomach, the pain was absolutely unbearable. This man had met his agonizing demise.
The End...or was it?
