February 18, 2013 by markusbuessecker
The woman lay on the ground. Her eyes stared into nothingness, her face a mask of pure horror. She was dead.
The inspector stood up and looked at the three people standing a bit further back. Then he noticed two sparks of yellow that lightened up in a dark corner of the barn. His fingers itched to grab his gun. Then he relaxed as a cat walked out of the shades.
„And who is that pussy?“, the inspector asked in a mocking tone.
He could not help but to smile.
„That´s Dogkiller“, said a man.
„Oh nonsense, it´s clearly Behemoth“, piped a woman in.
„Shut up you two fools. Everybody knows it´s Damien“, bellowed the second woman.
The inspectors smile froze.