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human, a wounded creature of the night. Its ugly face a map of pain, a bubble of blood popped around it's mouth leaving tiny flecks of dark red around it's cheeks and lips. But the thing that got to Garrety the most was the damn shrieking, a horrible head splitting lament of suffering. He just had to shut it up, he just had to stop it's awful cries, They was driving him crazy. He had never heard any sound like it before. It's eyes regarded Garrety with a kind of deep loathing, and it never once removed it's desperate gaze. The shrieking continued, but got steadily worse, and the writhing more violent as if it actually wanted to strike out at Garrety for what he had done. It's eyes became blood shot and started to bulge like that of a frogs, it's face becoming pale, devoid of any Life or Warmth or Meaning. The terrifying thing was that he reacted almost without thought, drawing his .45 from his holster and aiming it at the creature. This would be his salvation, his mercy killing. He hesitated long enough to hear the gurgle of blood pooling up in the creatures lungs and a last violent seizure before he freed the creature from it's torment. In doing so he was sick once more, before returning to his patrol car, tears clinging to his eyes. He swept his hand over the radio:-

Jenny are you receiving?'

Receiving dispatch what's your twenty?'

You'll find me on Palmers Road 9 about a mile and a quarter from town I need a second car dispatched over'

er roger I'll sent Tango Delta 20 to your location.. What's your trouble?'

*Gunshot*

Dispatch are you their?Garrety Receiving? Garrety are you with me...

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