Fergus O'Brian
Two Oklahoma City patrol cars had pulled up to one of the city's many warehouses. This particular one was mostly storing lumber and other construction goods. "
You get the call too?" One of the officers asked to the officers in the other squad car. "
Ya, screams and gun shots." The officer looked uneasy. "
Look, if this is one of them vampire cases those soldier guys are just a call away, I mean they're here for a reason man." The first officer looked annoyed as he grabbed a shotgun from the trunk of the patrol car. "
Hey, this is our city, we got to do our job still." He checked to make sure the gun was loaded. "
And not everything single thing that happens at night is a fucking vampire, so get your balls together and let's go in and take care of this before someone else gets hurt." The second officer still looked uneasy. "
But what if man?" The first officer sighed, "
If we find out it's a fucking vampire we will call in soldier, or we will light it up depending on the situation. That okay with you sir shits his pants?" "
Fuck you too asshole, this is a reasonable thing to be scared of here!" The first officer looked over to his partner, then back to the second officer. "
Fine, you don't want to go in, well go in and you can baby sit the cars. Will that do for you?" The officer didn't want to look like a coward in front of his fellow officers, though he feared death more then what ever these guys could do. "
Fine, I'll guard the cars. But ten minutes and I am calling soldier in. Got it?" The first officer just chuckled, then he and the other officers worked their way into the building.
It wasn't even a minute before he heard the first shot go off. "
BOOM!" Shotgun, then several other shots, small arms. The officer held his sidearm to the door to the warehouse, then he looked at the gun then back to the patrol car. "
Fuck this." He ran back to the car and got onto the radio. "
This is officer Fredrick Johnson of the Oklahoma city police department, I am requesting back up at my location. I am a..." He looked up long enough to see a figure standing in the doorway to the warehouse. He couldn't see a face, but what he could see was the missing arm. And the reflection of the headlights off the officer's badge. "
Oh shit..." He dropped the radio and ran out to the other officer.
Before Fredrick could make it to the other officer something had pulled him back in the warehouse, it sounded almost like a chain, no, it definitely was a chain. One of those big industrial chains, pulled his own partner right into the warehouse again. "
AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhh......" He screamed well being dragged into the old building. "
Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Fredrick did in a muffled crying fashion. He had to do something, he could go in and save his partner, and best friend, or he could take the car and run now, let someone else handle it. That would work right? Fredrick turned around to run to the car, only to be face to face with what seemed like a skeleton of a man. Standing maybe an inch under the officer, in a old torn suit, and eyes solid black. "
Boo." The person said calmly as the officer ran for his life. But the only place he had to go was inside. he didn't make it far before he was hit over the head, knocking him clean out.
It was only a couple hours later by the time Fredrick woke up, he was in a small room with one of the other officers. The same one he had been arguing with before they entered. The room was about 12 by 12, broken glass and debris lay all over the floor, and his fellow officer soaked in blood, he was shaking in the fetal position in the corner of the room. A light came on, revealing a window which a silhouette could be seen on the other side. "
Now my boys, same rules as before, winner gets to go home, loser does not. Is that understood?" Fredrick was too much in shock to speak, though the other officer seemed so scared he had to talk. "
NO! I ALREADY PLAYED! I ALREADY WON! I GET TO GO! I GET TO GO HOME!" The figure on the other side of the glass started laughing. "
My dear boy, I said the survivor gets to go home. Not the survivors. Proper grammar kid, gotta learn it. It could be the difference between life or death." He paused. "
Actually, that's exactly what's going on here. Huh. Isn't that funny! I'm teaching you so much!" he said in a cheerful manner. "
Now, if neither of you want to fight, that's fine, I get it, not everyone has it in each other to kill others." Fredrick was finally piecing the situation together. "
What? kill each other? Are you kidding me!? No way! We are not going to kill each other for you amusement!" "
Oh I get that, I totally do, but if you don't... I am just going to kill you both, and get replacements after I am finished ripping you to ity bitty pieces. Let the games begin."
Fredrick looked over to the other officer in confusion, though as soon as he did the second officer was charging him with a piece of glass, with a look that resembled both fear and anger. Fredrick dodged him for what seemed like forever, and after trying to reason with his fellow officer, after getting stabbed and slashed multiple times he fought back, though Fredrick was in much better condition then his fellow officer. Despite his own injuries Fredrick kicked him in the chest, then tackled the officer. Soon starting to beat his head into the solid stone ground. Over and over until he was not only motionless, but until the head was almost completely caved in. "
That wasn't so hard? now was it?"
Officer Fredrick Johnson left the warehouse, covered in blood, scratches, and stab wounds. He limped to the Patrol car and sat in the driver seat, tears rolling down his face. He grabbed the radio and turned on the channel. "
This... is officer Fredrick Johnson... Of the Oklahoma City Police Department. I need backup... At my location... I am at the Oklahoma city... Construction reserve..." He stopped talking for a moment to let out a silent cry. "
Officers down..." He cried out. "
...officers down..."
Fergus sat in one of the offices to the warehouse. He laid out the collection of blades across "his" desk and started debating which blade he was going to use when the tanks rolled in. He selected a 7 foot blade and a few throwing blades. "
Let the games begin." He stood up and left the office, the largest of the blades being twirled in his hands.