The Turning

Lewis pulled up to the junkyard and a few metres away from where he parked, he could see the flashing red and blue lights of the cop cars, and among those was a black sedan, which was that of Detective Harry Stone.

He looked at the sky. It was getting dark. Lewis sighed. He knew that it was going to be another sleepless night for him today. He got out and headed over.

Yellow crime scene tape was strung across the entrance of the junkyard and were surrounded by multiple uniformed police officers.

As Lewis approached, he could see Detective Harry and Special Agent Alan Fischer having a conversation inside of the junkyard, and he waved his hands at them.

"Detective," Lewis said. Detective Harry Stone, who heard him, turned around and found Lewis, who was walking towards the entrance of the junkyard and waved his hand at him. "Get the f*ck over here Lewis!" Harry yelled at him with annoyance, waving his hand at him.

One of the police officers pulled up the yellow tape for Lewis to pass through and he quickly slipped under it, giving the officer a nod before he continued walking.

"Took you a while," Harry said as Lewis approached him. "What the f*ck were you doing? You better have a good enough reason for not answering my calls."

"Well, fortunately, I do have a good enough reason." Lewis said with a smile. "In fact, it's actually related to this case as well." 

"Oh really?" This time, it was Alan who spoke. He looked at Lewis with intrigue. "May I ask what you've discovered?" 

"Oh! Uh, sure." Lewis adjusted his fedora a bit. "Well, it's not really a discovery or anything. But when I was going to get your coffee, I found two young boys who were walking on the sidewalk of the street, and one of them looked really injured. So I drove them to the hospital."

"Oh wow," Harry's eyes widened. "I'm surprised. You really do have a good enough reason."

"And?" Alan asked, his attention still on Lewis. "How does this have to do with the current case?"

"Well, you see…" Lewis cleared his throat. "The two boys said that they had been attacked by an unknown wild animal. They said that it didn't look like anything they've seen or heard of."

"Were they present in the junkyard as well?" Detective Stone interjected. Lewis nodded his head. "Uh huh. They definitely were. The injured kid's condition seems stable, but his wounds definitely were made by a wild animal."

"Well, I guess we can just inspect the injured kid's wounds..." Alan turned to Detective Harry, who nodded his head. 

"What are you two talking about?" Lewis seemed confused. "What's going on?"

"Well, you see, Lewis…" Detective Harry Stone scratched his chin as he spoke. "We didn't find the body."

------------ BEAST SOUL ------------

Thud!

"W-Wha-… huh?" Noah was woken up by a loud noise, and to his surprise, he found himself lying under the sequoia tree.

"What the hell? Again?" Noah leapt up from the ground in an instant and inspected his surroundings. 

How the hell did he end up here? Noah thought. He remembered reaching his home late, getting scolded by his mother, and going to sleep just as his body hit the mattress.

So why was he waking up in random places in the middle of the night? 

'Wait! Last time this happened, I had blood all over my hands!' Noah's eyes widened, and he quickly shifted his gaze down.

'Oh thank god!' He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his hand was perfectly fine. He definitely didn't want to experience that horrible feeling ever again. 

BRRR!

A strange noise alerted Noah, who tilted his head up and stared at the branches of the sequoia tree and saw two shining eyes looking down at him from above.

BAM!

The creature leapt from the tree and landed right in front of Noah with a loud noise, which shook the ground so much that Noah lost his balance and fell down.

GRRR!

The creature growled as it lowered its head and lightly touched the frightened Noah, and he saw that it was the dragon, Wolfe. 

"Oh, it's you Wolfe…" Noah sighed, relieved by the fact that it wasn't a dangerous beast. He lightly patted the dragon's snout, and it tapped its feet on the ground rhythmically. 

"What happened to the other beast, Wolfe?" Noah said as he scratched the large creature's chin, which forced the dragon to tilt his head upwards. 

GRRRR!

The creature growled loudly in response to Noah's question, and he nodded his head. 

"I guess you killed it, huh.." He murmured under his breath, as he continued tickling the large beast. "Good boy…"

The large dragon rolled over on the ground, making the earth shake, and showed off its belly. 

"What are you, a dog?" Noah chuckled as he stretched his hand over the large beast's body and began rubbing its tummy, and the animal began making strange noises.

"...Did you kill my teachers, Wolfe?" Noah asked as he was tickling the large dragon's belly, and all of a sudden, it flipped over, pushing Noah back a few metres.

"Ouch..." Noah, who was caught off guard by the dragon's sudden push, lost his balance and fell down on the ground. Confused, he then tilted his head upwards, and saw the dragon looking to its left, it's eyes cold and emotionless, which sent a chill up his spine.

"What's the matter, Wolfe?" Noah, who was frightened by the sudden change in behaviour of the dragon, tried to get closer to it, when all of a sudden, he heard a soft shriek echo in his ears.

"What the hell was that?" Noah seemed confused. The sound wasn't exactly loud. It was barely audible, but nevertheless, Noah's ears picked it up. Noah turned his gaze towards the large dragon, and it seemed to be staring in the direction that the noise came from.

GRRRR!

The dragon growled, and Noah gulped down the saliva that was in his mouth. "W-What do you mean hunt..."

Thud!

All of a sudden, Noah felt a little lightheaded, and his knees felt weak, causing him to fall down to the ground onto his knees. 

"What is- What's happening…." Noah clenched his chest tightly as he felt his vision weakening. His breathing began to get more erratic, and he was wheezing. 

"I have to- I have to find help..." With his last bit of energy remaining, he tried to call for help, but to his horror, found out that he could even scream. His voice was nothing but a whisper. 

Feeling tired and defeated, Noah looked at his hands, and the last thing he saw as he fainted was his hands transforming into something… beastly.