Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30517583-20171113103846

I have a creative assessment in two days as part of my yearlies.....

Honestly, I can't be bothered to re-read my notes, so I might as well write about something I want to write about....

Well, time to start writing!

0150 hours, urban residence

"Shit, what happened here?"

Two police officers barged into the room where the murder had taken place, not bothering to knock or even yell before swinging open the door.

The strobing glare of their flashlights illuminated every surface of the crime scene that had occured within the apartment of a seemingly harmless retiree couple.

What they saw chilled them to the bone, despite the two being veterens who had been in the business for almost half their whole lives.

30 minutes earlier

"2 minutes ago, some guy heard a scuffle in the apartment, followed by some screaming and then silence. You know what to do."

The balding chief inspector appraised his two subordinates with his beady eyes, before turning back and muttering,

"What a shit job this is...Having to work the ****ing late night shift...."

The two police officers donned their anti-stab vests, ensured their tasers were charged and their pistols fully loaded, before trudging into the whirling blizzard outside and towards their ageing police cruisers.

155 hours

After inspecting the body of the victim, a scarecrow-like 70 something man with his intestines ripped out and torn to shreds and also pockmarked with bite-marks, the two switched on the lights and took out their cameras to record the crime.

"Hey, the wife isn't here at the crime scene..."

"What, you think some kind of sick rapist would go after that old hag?"

The larger policeman guffaws and continued to snap pictures, ignoring the grisly scene laid out in front of him.

Just then, another scream echoed from across the street.

"What the-"

"Hey, that's probably the murderer at loose again."

The larger policeman looked at his wristwatch.

"Damn, I really though that we'd be able to end the shift after we took care of our job and let the clean-up crew and detectives arrive...."

His companion sniffed.

"Well, it seems that we've got extra work...."

The two rushed out of the apartment block and headed to the source of the screams.

0200 hours

"**** this shit, I don't have the stamina...."

The smaller policeman gasped for breath, hands planted on thighs.

"Ha. What happened to that righteous sense of duty, your honor?"

"Shut up. Oh, wait...."

The larger policeman turned around to see what his companion had been looking at.

"Hah. It's the old hag. You think she'd be any use for the case?"

"Seriously, you need to be more sensitive. She's just lost a husband and is probably traumatised right now."

"Pfft. You take too much offense at this kind of st-"

The old woman turned around, and the two policemen saw the blood and gore splashed around the front of her night-gown.

Despite the dark street broken by the occasional glare of the overhead street-lamps, the two policemen could see the glassy film that covered her pupils.

"Well, tasers out and at the ready."

"Wait a mome-"

The larger policeman drew out his snub-nosed taser, aimed, and fired.

Two probes flew out and struck the old woman's chest with a solid thunk.

Nothing happened. The old woman began to trudge towards the two policemen.

"Well, it looks like it's down to the baton."

"Wait, don't you notice there's something wrong!?"

The smaller policeman lightly tapped his companion on the shoulder.

"What's wrong? We don't have much time."

His larger companion half-drew his police baton.

"Well, I was thinking that she looked like one of those zombies from the movie we watched last week..."

"Pfft. Seriously? They don't exist. You see, I'll just knock her out and it'll be all over."

The large police officer brought up his baton and slashed downwards, bouncing off the old woman's skull.

The woman moaned, and although it appeared as if she was going to collapse, she stood up again and grabbed the front of the officer's anti-stab vest.

"What the-"

The officer, in a panic, smashed downwards with as much strength as he could muster.

Usually, police batons are designed out of polymers and aluminium so that they cannot kill a human outright. However, the force that the policeman used, due to his large size, would have killed someone of the woman's age and physique.

Despite this, the woman held on, and bit the front of the anti-stab vest.

The super-strong kevlar plates holding the vest together simpler tore apart at the absurd amount of strength displayed by the woman.

The woman opened her mouth again, moaned, splattering the face of the policeman with blood, and bit again.

"Ah, what the **** is this?"

The other policeman muttered under his breath, I ****ing told you so, drew out his sidearm, a Glock 26, and fired a shot at the woman's heart.

The shot connected and even burst out of the other end of the body, carrying with it some bone fragments from the woman's ribcage and also blood and the torn strips of heart tissue.

The woman didn't die.

The pistol barked again, making an identical hole beside the other bullet hole, and the woman finally slumped to the ground.

The large policeman staggered backwards, just as another scream rang out another street away.

"Well, it seems that we'll be seeing some really big shit today...."

This was something that I wrote on a whim, so I dunno if I'll continue this. 