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○○○ Xavier Cygan ○○○

Xavier’s day had gone from “bad” to “worse” and doubled back at about noon to settle somewhere around “******** atrocious” as he sat in the back seat of a cop car with his hands handcuffed and the pig responsible for it blacked out. Meanwhile the monster (anything whose skull can shatter glass and whose ribs could withstand that sign was definitely a monster) seemed to be coming around and trying to work out how the hell she was going to get the sign chunk off of her.

Needless to say, Xavier was out of that car and onto the pavement faster than stink on s**t. How fortunate for him that the car was as banged up as it was; his good luck has saved him by a hair yet again. But Xavier didn’t feel lucky. His heart pounded and his hands shook as he tried to unlock his handcuffs with the makeshift tools on hand--a task normally considered child’s play. But today had been anything but normal. “s**t!”

What was wrong with that woman? She was obviously crazy; is that what gave her the inhuman endurance? No, not even pure adrenaline could account for her. Anyone else would be dead from the injuries alone. And not only did she suffer additional trauma, but she was coming back for more! Xavier took a moment to glance back at the car.

The cop, still out cold, was a sitting duck. The minute that thing managed to get that sign off her, the kid was dead. To have to go out in such an inhuman manner… Xavier almost felt bad for her. Almost, but not quite. After all, he had himself to consider. And he was gonna be dead meat if he kept gawking. But first things first--handcuffs. He went at them again, calmer this time, perhaps due to the knowledge that even should that thing get free while he was still standing there, at least the girl would be give him some time.

Click.

Eureka! Though one hand was still cuffed, Xavier didn’t care; he was too relieved that he was free again. But he didn’t waste time over this minor achievement, either. Straight onto step two: getting a weapon. A quick scan of the surrounding area revealed nothing that he thought would do any serious damage; shattered glass shards and pieces of sign weren’t exactly his weapons’ of choice. But the cop’s gun? That he could work with. The idea of being in such close proximity as that beast was the only thing that made him hesitate, but ******** it, he decided, now wasn’t the time for p***y-footing!

The car door, damaged beyond repair, barely hung on as Xavier wrenched it open. His eyes landed on his prize almost instantly and he dove for it in the hopes that by the time he was noticed he’d be armed and out of arm’s reach.

Didn’t work out that way.

The good news was that the monster was still trapped by the sign. The bad news was that she had managed to free an arm and had a hand full of Xavier's dark brown curls. <******** seized him and he began beating its' arm with the butt of the gun. The creature moaned in protest, weakened and unable to get a good grip with all of his flailing. It loosened its' grip ever so slightly in order to tighten it, but Xavier saw his chance and snatched it. Pushing himself away, he stumbled back and fell onto the pavement, his eyes wide, his breathing labored. Some of the debris from the crash had nicked him and he was missing more than a few hairs, but none of that fazed him. He could do nothing but stare at the creature. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. Maybe it had been, once, but not anymore.

...should've just left her in the road. Cop should'a just stepped on the gas and left it's entrails spewed down Main Street...

The cop. He'd almost forgotten about her. Even if she woke up now, she'd be screwed. No weapon, no chance. It was almost tempting to let the thing free itself and have at her. It was her fault he was in this position. If she hadn't busted him, he'd never been in that car. And if she'd never picked up that woman, neither of them would be in danger. But he knew she wasn't really at fault. Not that Xavier concerned himself with something so useless as guilt. As far as he was concerned, she was simply more useful alive than she was dead. But just barely. Because who would believe a convicted felon if he told you that the cop who'd arrested him was conveniently killed by--of all things--a monster? The truth was stranger than fiction, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

And before any of that, he had to deal with the task at hand. Xavier curled his finger around the trigger before he stood up and made his way to the other side of the car. On the passenger side of the car, a chill ran down his spine as he looked at the "thing" through the hole where the window had been. Then he opened the door, raised the gun to the monster’s face, and without a second thought---BANG!



Little bits and pieces of brain matter were caught in her hair and there was a bit of blood splatter on the face, but you get what you deserve when you pass out and leave the me to clean up your mess, Xavier thought. He'd propped her up against the back tire after dragging her out of the car. The danger was over, but Xavier was still restless. He wanted to press on, and to do that his "friend" needed to be able to walk on her own. So he knelt down in front of the cop, tapping her cheeks with an open palm. Raise and shine.

"Hey, wake up. C'mon, thing's dead, everything's fine, so get up."