Predator Eyes of the Demon Hunt Thread

‘You can't see the eyes of the demon, until him come callin'.

Monday, July 23, 2007 Dallas Alleyway

Diego Gonzalez ran blindly through the alleyways, screams of incredible pain seemingly chasing after him. Diego kept running away from the dying screams of his friend as they reached a decibel that Diego had thought impossible. Survival had become his mission, the thoughts of earlier events pushed into the back of his mind as his legs carried him faster. Diego had been undercover as a drug pusher trying to find who was supplying drugs in the area. It was during a drug deal about five minutes ago that all hell broke loose. Something fell through a skylight and began to systematically kill all of those present. Diego ran as hard as he could to get away and had dialed his contacts pager while he ran. He almost sighed with relief when the sound of a running vehicle reached his ears. Diego felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the spectral figure standing in his path. Before he could react something erupted from the figure and flew at the horrified man.

The object hit him just below the neck and catapulted him backwards. Gonzalez felt ribs break as he was trapped between the metal net and a brick wall. The net covered him from the neck down and began to tighten agonizingly slow. The nets metal strands began to bite deeply into his skin as blood began to flow freely from hundreds of grid-like wounds. Gonzalez’s pain stricken howls shattered the alley’s calm as he felt blood rising in throat. “Kill me! Please have mercy!” Gonzalez begged hoarsely as blood trickled out of his mouth. The ghostly figure never moved even as blood erupted from Diego’s mouth like a macabre, crimson fountain. The last thing Sgt. Diego Gonzalez felt was his life slowly fading as his body began to fall apart in bloody cubes. Once Gonzalez’s head fell into the pile of mutilated flesh the net stopped its constriction. The figure moved towards the bloody pile and reached down for the dead man’s skull. The figure suddenly became visible in a shower of blue bolts of electricity that danced majestically across its massive body. The large humanoid roared triumphantly as it thrust its newest trophy towards the sky as if seeking approval from the gods.

Detective Travis Russell sat in a small apartment across from the condemned building that the drugs deal was taking place in. “Hey detective, you think Diego will be ok? He’s been undercover for weeks now.” Sgt. Alvarez said as he used a high-power camera to watch the building. As he watched Travis looked up from his book, “I haven’t known him long, but from what I have read on him this should be a cakewalk for him. He is a good cop and knows how to handle almost any situation.” Travis said as he put his bookmark in the book and sat it down. Sgt. Alvarez looked back out the window as blue lights began to flash in the target building. “What the….DETECTIVE!” He cried as he rose to his feet. Travis rushed to the window in time to see more flashes put a pair of binoculars to his eyes. “It’s not gunfire so they may be using black lights to check the goods.” He said as he scanned the building perimeter. Suddenly a door flew open and Sgt. Gonzalez ran out of the side of the building and for a split second Travis thought he saw something follow him out but credited it to heat waves. “Should we go in? Diego would not have run out unless…” Sgt. Alvarez didn’t finish his sentence as Travis Pager erupted and the Emergency number popped up. He grabbed a radio and hit the transmit button, “All teams move in now. Use extreme caution, I repeat Extreme Caution!” Travis dropped the radio and unholstered his 9mm Desert Eagle (Baby Eagle). In minutes Travis and Sgt. Alvarez were at the door to the Target building with four other armed officers: Noonan, Lawson, Smithers, and Johnson. Travis nodded at Noonan and they threw open the door and rushed in. Each cop aimed their weapons in different directions, and scanned the area. The interior of the building was awash in light from lights that the dealers had set up around the large room. In the middle of the room sat a table that had overturned briefcases and their contents all over the table top and floor. The thing that caught Travis’ attention was that blood was covering the walls, and pooling on the floor. Another thing was there were no bodies. “Alvarez, call it in and get us some backup here ASAP. Noonan, you and Lawson search the building and see if you can find any bodies. Smithers, Johnson I want you two to help CSI when they get here. I’m going to go see if I can find Diego.” Travis said as he moved to the side door he had seen Diego run out of. Cautiously he moved down the alley as he followed the only way Diego could have gone. Travis stopped suddenly when he came to a pile of meaty chunks and looked around half expecting to see signs of a beef slaughter house. A glint of light distracted Travis and he looked down at the chunks. Lying on top was the Virgin Mary pendent that Diego always wore.” Son of a *****!” Travis shouted as he took a step back. Travis’ radio came alive as Alvarez’s voice bled through. “Sir, backup has arrived and we have them cordoning off a perimeter.” The voice said. Travis looked up in time to see a black and white pulling into the end of the alley. “Did you find anyone, Alvarez?” Travis asked before the driver came running up to him.
“Yes sir we did, ah but you have to see this for yourself.” The tone Alvarez used unsettled Travis as he looked back to the officer. “Secure this area, and don’t let anyone near this! Wait here until CSI arrives. Travis said as he began to make his way back to he warehouse. “Uh sir, what is it?” The officer asked. Travis turned back and looked at the pile. “That’s Sgt. Diego Gonzalez.” He said before continuing on.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007.
Travis sat in the morgue as he looked at the Catholic pendent that had been found on the remains of Diego. He was allowed to keep it as it had no evidentiary value, and Travis looked around the sterile environment. He had the unfortunate task of contacting his friend’s loved ones about his death, but of course the true details had been left out. “Ah, Detective Russell, I am glad you are here.” Said Dr. Pedanski as she came walking to the examination table. “What is so important that you had to pull me in here on my much needed day off? Tomorrow I have to get to work on this case and I need my rest. Now, did you find out something that would tell me who I am looking for?” Travis asked as he tiredly rubbed his eyes. The good doctor smiled and pulled the sheet back to reveal Diego’s remains. “Your first theory about the use of a wood chipper here was a good try but something more sophisticated was used. Take a look here.” She said as she lifted a section of bone. “If a chipper or saw had done this then there would be marks on these bones, but they have been cut cleanly. Not even the most sophisticated medical equipment can do what we see before us.” Doc Edwards put the bone back down and looked at Travis. “Whoever did this also left your four friends from the deal blown apart with some weaponry that the US military can’t touch. The wounds were cauterized from the projectiles and there is no residual debris in the wounds as some projectiles can leave.” She said with genuine concern. “What are you telling me Susan? That I need to find some escaped experiment from Area 51?” Travis chuckled as he checked his watch. “Travis this is serious. My mother was the coroner in Los Angeles back in ’97, and she told me things that she found when they brought bodies in. I know this may seem funny to you, but she did examine some evidence that represented something that had never been seen before on this planet. Whether or not it is Alien technology or something the Government has cooked up I can’t say. “However, I just want you to be careful.” Susan Edwards said as she looked at the detective. It had been a couple of years since they had tried dating, and even though they had both moved one Susan still cared for the man. “Mark my words Travis before this investigation is over with the, Feds will be involved.” She said as Travis walked towards the door. “Yeah well you’re probably right as usual, but whatever is going on I have to stop it.” Travis said. He needed to get back to his apartment and get some sleep. Weeks of little sleep working on the sting was taking its toll on the man.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Travis awoke with a start as he heard a loud knocking on his door. He looked at the clock on his wall and noted the time. ‘Who the hell could it be at 6:00 in the morning?’ he asked himself as he slipped on a pair of track pants. He made his way to the door armed with his 9mm Baby Eagle compact. He opened the door and was surprised to see a young woman, about 19-20. “Uh, if this is about some kind of fundraiser I’m not interested.” He stated groggily.

(If you hadn't noticed this is meant for SW to enter.)

Sayuri Gonzalez had spent all day tracking down the man that had worked with her brother in the past weeks. It was hard to get a hold of his profile, but at long last she did, and as soon as she had located the mans address, she was quick to confront him.

"Dont jump to conclusions so soon, detective." Sayuri replied in a quite yet stern voice. She didn't want to attract any unnecessary attention from this man's neighbors.
"My name is Sayuri Gonzalez. I have reason to believe you may have some valuable information about my older brother. Deigo. He was murdered a few days ago."
The girl crossed her arms over her chest and looked the man in the eye suspiciously as she awaited his reply.

"Diego was your brother?" Travis asked as he eyed her in disbelief.
"Why don't you come in. You want something to drink? All I have is water or milk, because I doubt you are old enough for what else I got." Travis said as he walked towards his kitchen.

On the other side of town an invisible ship slowly descended into a abandoned warehouse, the roof having long been lost to high speed winds. At the controls sat a large humanoid creature, and he calmly looked at his contol panel. The Bad Blood would have already started his murderous spree, but Sar'An'De could not find the location of the traitor's ship. "A hunt of my own." he said to himself as his mandibles click in anger at the thought at what the Bad Blood had done.

Jason Lone had just entered Dallas a day ago. He was ordered to move to Dallas because of all the strange occurances, it would be a great help to the local law enforcement. He was stationed at a nearby police department and at 6:00 he had just woken up. It was the first day of work here in Dallas and he was looking forward to it. He didnt just go here just because of his boss's order but he wanted to see what had happenned to his good friend Diego. He heard from his old police friends from Dallas that 4 people were killed including Diego, a few days ago. Actually this is were he was before he became SWAT and moved to Atlanta. It was good seeing the old neighborhood again after such a long time. Jason got ready and holstered his glock and got into uniform. It was a only a short walk to the station and in a matter of minutes he entered the police department, ready to face any obstacle and challenge.

John Bieniek was a very troubled man. He had never been so baffled by a case in his life. He had been called in after the rookie investigators had gotten nowhere, but he was doing no better. Nothing man made could've done that to Sgt. Diego Gonzalez. Not that he knew the Sergeant very well, but he knew he was an accomplished cop, and that he wouldn't have been caught in such a situation unless there was an ingenious criminal at hand. These two circumstances made John very wary of what he was dealing with, and he feared for what was to come...

It had been an hour, but it didn't seem like it with the deep thought John had been in. It was time to immerse himself in the hell that was this case, and he stood up, brushed off his pants, and walked out the door. Once outside, he noted the high heat and humidity of the air, looked to the east and saw the sun rising over the hazy horizon. There were thin clouds that covered the sky, but most of the light of day came through. John got in his silver Lexus IS, and began his early morning Dallas commute to the Police Station...

Inside, he noticed a new member of the SWAT team and approached him, "So, you new here?"

Camilla Blaine, archeologist and Tomb Raider was now in town. She had been told of Diego Gonzalez's death by a member of the police. Diego had put her on his list of close relatives. Camilla had met Diego when she had gotten entangled with a bunch of businessmen who were stealing archeological pieces and he was an undercover cop posing as one of the handlers.

She got his help and even dated him once, maybe that was why he put her on that list and she felt that she owed it to him to find out if it hadn't been an old enemy of hers that had done this to her friend. Diego was a good man and a dedicated cop. She was now in town and she had gone to a restaurant, she hadn't eaten anything since she arrived in the morning and hadn't been hungry at all when she saw the diced body of her friend. Her eyes were red, a clear signal that she had been crying but she just ordered something to eat. She was going to call her mother later to let her know about what happened.

Originally posted by John!attheDisco
Inside, he noticed a new member of the SWAT team and approached him, "So, you new here?" [/B]

Jason heard the man and turned around to converse. The day was just starting and a new face appears. "Yes and no, actually I lived in this place before." he said looking around. "I got into SWAT when I was 25 and moved to atlanta." he walks toward the man and shakes his hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, sir?".

"Oh, yes," John said, thinking himself stupid for not introducing himself first before interrogating the man, "my name is John Bieniek, I'm with the CSI, and who might you be?" John observed the figure standing next to him. He appeared to be about thirty, and looked about five foot ten and two hundred pounds, but the weight, he thought, could be attributed to his muscular frame.

Alex Michaels had read over the file hundreds, if not thousands of times. Nothing, not a single clue... Except what some people call 'Alien Markings' on the walls. Alex grunted and threw the file across the room, spraying papers everywhere. He rested his head on his desk, wondering what the hell his partner was doing.

"Im fine," She replied, stepping into the mans house. "Why don't we get right to the point. My brother's funeral was a closed casket. Although I didn't get a close look at his remains," She paused and took a deep sigh. "for my own moral reasons. The way his body was left suggest that this was no amateur drug dealer. We've got a professional on our hands. But that much is obvious. You know something more, dont you detective?" Sayuri asked, staring the man down. Her voice was cold and anxious. Most people would have hated to be put into such an awkward position.

Travis came walking back into his living room and stared the young woman up and down. "You're about eighteen years old, and you talk like one of us. You're right about one thing, I do know more but no one would believe my theory. I saw the evidence and I don't believe it. What exactly is it you do for a living, little girl?" Travis said as he moved to his dinner table and sat down. On the table was the report of the murders, Crime Scene photos, evidence reports, and the files of all those killed.

Sayuri tracked every one of his movements as if she was half expecting him to whip out a gun. The girl new better than this, she was simply tired of going in circles, trying to scratch out a few clue about her brothers mysterious death.
"Im a bounty hunter." She shot back as the Detective took a seat in front of various files. "What is it you got there?" She asked, eyeing the pictures. She couldn't make out any of them from where she stood, but she had a feeling one of those might have something to do with Deigo.

Travis noticed that Sayuri's eyes were wandering over the case files, and he neatly pushed them back into the folder. "Look, I'm sorry about your brother. He was a good cop, and a great guy to go get a drink with. However, I can't really discuss the investigation with you or anyone else not on the force. rest assured I will do everything in my power to find out what did this to him, and I will." Travis said as he looked to Sayuri, half expecting here to explode with anger.