More Animal Attacks

"Allow him in." The Sherrif yelled at his officers who was restricting Marshall from entering the pub which the Sherriff was already inside with few of his officers inside with him.

It was a crime scene, the Sherriff was looking at dead bodies scattered all over the pub, mutilated with fangs and claws so the Sherriff knew he had to call for Marshall because he knows about all these stuffs more than him and he just found out that werewolves exist.

Marshall exhales deeply, you could tell that he was not happy by what he was seeing as he walked inside the pub, he looked around the whole pub and examined the bloodshed. He fell to his knees, there was a body in front of him, he touched the face gently as he did not mind getting his hands stained with the blood, one of the officers inside the pub wanted to hold him back from touching anything with barehand in the crime scene but the Sherriff stopped him from disturbing Marshall.

"You knew them." The Sherriff looked at Marshall who exhaled again as he stood up and nods.

"What are we going to do now, I think this means that the war you told me about is coming."

"It's here already." Marshall fetched his handkerchief from his back pocket with his clean hands as he wipes the blood stain out of his hands.

"What's your plan? How do we hunt them down?"

"We have to be smart about this" Marshall looked at the Sherriff who was looking at him too, he was expecting and explanation, but he was interrupted by one of his officers that rushed inside.

"Sir, the press is here."

"Dismiss them." The Sherriff ordered, he was not ready for them.

"No, I have another idea." Marshall looks at the Sherriff, the Officer was looking at him too to give him his final orders, the Sherrif nods and the officer understood, he walks back outside.

Mr. Beckham steps down from his truck which he just parked in front of the Precinct, he looks around as he exhales and walks inside the precinct.

"Sherriff." The Sherriff was the first person that Mr. Beckham set his on as he walks inside the precinct, he was talking with the officer at the front desk but as he heard someone call him, he turns to see who just called him.

"Mr. Beckham." The Sherriff whispers something to the Officer in the front desk as he then turns back to meet Mr. Beckham.

"Any problem?"

"Is there anywhere quieter and more private we could talk?"

"Now, why would I want to go to somewhere private and quiet with you?" The Sherriff looks at Mr. Beckham who did not say a word, he exhales with his eyes still fixed at the Sherriff's eyes.

"Come with me" The Sherriff walks to his office as Mr. Beckham follows closely behind.

"So, what is it Mr. Beckham." The Sherriff asks as he sits down and gestures at the seat in front of him where he wants Mr. Beckham to sit but Mr. Beckham was still standing.

"I saw you on the news this morning."

"Is it the first time seeing me on the news?"

"No but it's the first time I'm seeing a private investigator like Marshall up there beside you."

"Yeah, he is a very experienced hunter so he will help us hunt down the notorious wild dogs terrorizing this town." The Sherriff adjusts on his seat as he exhales deeply.

"That's what you told the people but me and you know it's a lie. We both know why Marshall was there."

"Do we now? Mr. Beckham what's all these? Since when you started questioning how I do my work?"

Mr. Beckham was mute; he taps his finger on the table repeatedly but slowly as he walks close to the Sherriff and the Sherriff was scared because he knew that Mr. Beckham wis a werewolf and he could just kill him with a slash of his claws on his neck. The Sherriff was not ready to make it obvious that he was scared of Mr. Beckham, so he swallowed as he cleared his throat, Mr. Beckham was still moving closer.

"I'm not scared of you."

"I'm not with any weapon, why would you be scared of me?" Mr. Beckham still moved closer to the Sherriff slowly as he sat on the edge of the table very close to the seat he was sitting on.

"What did Marshall tell you? He told you everything right? I can see the way you look at me, your heart is also beating faster, and I can tell that you're terrified. Why would you be terrified if you don't know who I am?"

"I'm not scared of you." The Sherriff lied as he pulled out his pistol from his holster and cocks it.

"Whatever Marshall told you is a lie; do you even know who he really is?" Mr. Beckham did not care about the gun in the Sherriff's hand, he wants to convince him that he was on the wrong side with the wrong man, but the Sherriff just chuckled.

"Mr. Beckham why are you really here? I asked you about what was going on in my town, but you lied to my face and made me to look like a fool. Why are you here now? What do you want from me now?"

"I want to help you."

"Do you now? Well, that ship have sailed, I don't need your help so if you don't have anything else to say please leave my office." The Sherriff points the gun at Mr. Beckham who smiled and got up from the desk he was sitting on.

The Sherriff was right, and Mr. Beckham knew that it would have been easier if he met the Sherriff and explained everything before Marshall came to brainwash him, the Sherriff could not trust him now so there was nothing he could say that would change his mind. He opens the door to leave but he then looks at the Sherriff who was still pointing his pistol at him.

"I'm not the one you should be scared of but the ones that are coming soon." He slams the door as he walks away, the Sherriff exhales sharply as he drops the gun on his desk and wipes his face with his palms.

The Sherriff was about to think about all that Mr. Beckham said but he was interrupted by his door that flung wide open as his heart skipped, he picked his pistol and pointed it at the door with the speed of a speedster.

"Sir please don't shoot!" One of the detectives that just opened the door screamed as he falls down flat on the floor.

"Officer, why did you enter without knocking?" The Sherriff exhaled as he drops his pistol on the desk again, he could feel that all these was too much for him and he was going psycho.

"Please don't shoot me sir, I will knock next time." The officer was still on the floor pleading.

"Get up I'm not going to shoot him." The officer was still scared to get up, but he stood up slowly with his eyes open a little, it was the officer that was at the front desk.

"What is the problem?"

"Another attack sir." The officer said as he stood erect now.

"Another one?"

"Yeah, at the 22nd Ave."

"Okay thank you." The Sherriff picks his phone from his drawer as he gestures at the officer to walk away which he did hurriedly.

The Sherriff dialed a number on his phone as he picks his things to leave the precinct, he walks out with his phone on his ear which he supported with one hand.

It was a bloodbath but looked like an accident, the car had many claw marks on it and Marshall confirmed that the dead guys inside the car, the sheriff stood there with few Officers with him.

"Looks like they are trying to prevent more hunters from entering the town to help you." The Sherriff looks at Marshall who was still looking at the dead bodies that were just dragged out from the vehicle.

"Looks like it."

"So, what are you going to do if you don't have your experienced hunters coming in to help you?"

"There are many secret passageways into this town."

"There is?" The Sherriff was surprised, he has been in this town for long but he has no idea of any passageway.

"But what are you going to do about them, how do we attack?"

"Sherriff, how do you think I've been able to kill many of them and still alive?" Marshall looked at the Sherriff, but he was mute.

"They're wild dogs and you don't attack wild dogs. You set traps for them; you have to outsmart them."

"So how do we trap them?" The Sherriff was happy, and you could tell because he was just smiling, Marshall smiled too.