Norman smoked a cigarette on the balcony, working on a puzzle in his head. But what is really puzzling is the absence of his wife. At this moment, in this time, she should be home. He begins to worry.
“Where could she be?” he thought. “I've never known her to be late.” He began preparing dinner when there was a knock on the door. He left his pan of hamburgers off the stove and answered the door. It was the police.
“This is official business.” It was a phlegmatic cop in a trench coat. “This is a missing person's case. Your wife Elinor is missing. She didn't show up for work this morning and neighbor's reported some screaming from your house earlier today. Sir, do you beat your wife.”
Norman was shocked. “No, I've never laid a hand on her officer. But I'm worried. She hadn't left before I left for work this morning and she's usually out the door before me.”
“Do you know what time she left?”
“No, I left before her, don't you remember?”
“Well sir, do you know where she is?”
“No, I don't. I've been smoking like a fiend worried about her.”
“Well, this is my card. We'll be talking more real soon buddy. I hate your kind. Lying, hurting people. Let me tell you, as soon as I get the evidence of what you did, I'm sending you up the river pal.”
“But I didn't do anything.”
“That's what you say, but the proof is in the pudding buddy and you've got a noxious brew!” And with that, the detective stormed out.
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Elinor tried to scream, but it was impossible with the tight duct tape over her mouth. The room was cramped and unseasonably warm. She feared for her life. She didn't remember everything that happened and that made her worried. She just remembered someone sneaking up behind her and injecting her with something. She felt dizzy and fell to the floor, screaming.
A man entered the room and made a heavy breathing noise as he entered. He must have been the mad doctor that injected her in her room.
“Don't you remember me?” He hissed in the distance. The space between them seemed very far away even though he was right next to her. “I'm the man you sent to prison for 6 months for the criminal negligence case this past winter. I've been looking for you Elinor. I know you were on the jury. I know you voted to put me away.” Elinor stayed silent, trying not to arouse his anger. “You're a pig, Elinor. A pig. I knew who you were as soon as you walked in. The most judgmental bitch I'd ever seen. Well, now I'm going to judge you Elinor. See what it feels like to be judged! I used to be a doctor. Respected, admired. But then I lost it all because I refused to prescribe a girl some antibiotics. I thought she had a virus. She had pneumonia and died. It wasn't my fault. Oh, shit. I guess it was my fault, but I didn't deserve to lose my practice over it. And now you're going to pay.”
He pulled out a knife and began to walk toward her. With a flick of his wrist, he cut her arm. Deeply and swiftly. “I hope you bleed to death you bitch,” and with that, he left.
Elinor was bleeding badly. She couldn't believe the situation. She wished there was some excuse for jury duty, but she remembered that case. This guy has lost it and just then, there was a crash in the window. It was what looked like a man sized wolf. The wolf snarled and then stood up on it's hind legs.
“Where is he?” the wolf spoke in a low, growly voice. Elinor screamed as best she could with duct tape over her mouth and pushed her head in the direction of the door. The wolf slinked over to the door and burst through. There was a scream and then a growl.
“Stay away from me!” the doctor scream. The werewolf emitted a low growl and slashed his claws at him. The doctor dropped his knife and backed up.
“I'm going to stop you.” The werewolf hissed in a high whine and lunged forward and tackled the doctor. The doctor laid on the ground while the werewolf drooled in his face and panted. The wolf bit his neck and he emitted a low gurgling sound as the life seeped out of his body. When he laid motionless, the werewolf got up and returned to the room where Elinor was tied up with duct tape.
“I'm sorry I can't change form for you. I'm the next door neighbor and I saw you get dragged in unconscious. I'm sorry it took so long, but I had to wait for the moon the make me transform.” The werewolf flicked his claws through the tape and Elinor stood up and hugged the wolf.
“My arm is bleeding,” Elinor remembered.
“I'll help you with that,” the werewolf said. “This guy was a doctor, there must be some medical tape in here.” He left and went to the bathroom, found some tape and returned. He wrapped up her wrist in tape and bandaged the wound. “I think you should go back home now. Someone is probably worried about you.”
“Thank you so much,” she exclaimed.
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