This one would probably make more sense if you've read the first one........
Dream VI Side Story
Rourke had been contacted by the lead detective to do a stake-out of the area where the three murders over the past month had taken place. He wanted to be in the group in the field, but they needed a moving spotter in the event that they have a runner. He loaded his gun and got his extra ammunition ready just in case, he wasn't going to take any chances.
He got in his squad car and headed out in the evening. It was an interesting site to see the sun sink below the mountains, casting an amazing glow on the whole area. He passed by the main site every half-hour or so, occasionally calling in to see if there's anything interesting happening on their end. Once the sun went down, he began to see lights moving in twos all around him. He was amazed by the light show that surrounded him on all sides like many dancing fireflies in the night. He was almost mesmerized by them, until two went straight in front of him. They weren't fireflies! A large creature jumped into the road, causing Rourke to swerve and land in the ditch.
He couldn't get out of the ditch, he was stuck and surrounded by the most hideous canines he had every seen. He pulled out his gun and made sure it was loaded, checking his belt for the extra clip he knew he had. One of the beasts jumped onto the hood, clawing at the windshield with all of it's might. He aimed the gun straight for its head and pulled back the hammer, waited for the perfect shot, then pulled the trigger. A chunk of the creature's skull blew apart as brain matter painted the hood. It fell limp off of the hood, leaving Rourke with a sense of confidence that he could come out of this alive.
Another jumped at his windshield, clearing the hood and colliding with the bullet hole. The windshield caved and the beast began to get its bearings, standing up and clawing at the now enlarged hole. Rourke responded by shooting it in the head as well, watching it slump off of the hood.
His car began to rock. He looked around and saw that all of the dogs were slamming themselves into every window on the vehicle. Rourke just sat there for a moment, but when he saw that all of the windows were beginning to crack, he began to shoot at anything that moved. Front windshield, driver's side, passenger's side, back left, back right, back window; He fired and fired until he heard the click of the gun that told him he was out of bullets. He reached for the extra clip at his belt when he heard a low growl directly behind him. He didn't even turn around, he knew he screwed up, he had shot at all of the windows and weakened them. The dogs were now in his back seat, waiting for his next move. He grabbed his clip and moved his gun into position, but it was too late, one of them got his neck and another got his arm. Everything was going dark and there was nothing he could do.
Farmer was falling asleep, he had been out here for hours with a coyote as his only source of entertainment. Once the coyote was gone, he went back to picking grass. He had a good sized pile going until his radio came to life with the sound of Morris screaming something about Rourke. He got up and unholstered his weapon. The radio came to life again, screaming for all units to stay put and that Morris was on it.
He waited, looking out into the mountainside for something to look at. After a while he began to drift off again, opening one eye at a time to at least try to sleep and stay alert at the same time. He thought he saw something, but he knew he was tired, so he ignored it. He saw movement again, this time he knew it was real, so he thought it was that coyote again. He could now hear something moving through the tall grass and it didn't sound like a coyote, so he shook off sleep and got into position. He watched as the thing moved low, slinking through the grass. It stopped a few yards out, Farmer had his gun ready and watched as it slowly got taller and taller. It was standing up! He radioed in, telling anyone that could hear it that he sees movement, and that it was huge. He watched as it turned to face him. It looked like a man, but it had horns protruding and curving from its skull. Its eyes glowed in the darkness a faint green, waking him up quicker than any coffee could ever do. He aimed his gun at the thing, but it was gone. He looked around, wondering if it had hid in the grass again. He heard breathing and turned around, it was there. It was behind him, he knew now that what he was seeing was not human. He had not time to reflect on this revelation, he saw the creature's hands move, then he hit the ground. He felt nothing, but saw his body lying a distance away fom him and he knew he wasn't coming back from this one. Things went dark, those green eyes the last thing embedded in his mind.
Officer Brooks was a veteran from the county branch. Because of his extensive experience in marksmanship, he moved up the ranks until he got the opportunity to join the local S.W.A.T. part time. He's become well known for his use of only a shotgun, using a rifle on an occasion if the situation called for it. His refusal to use small arms is what made him only part time.
He had heard about the strange killings in the area, so he tracked down the detective for the investigation to get details and share ideas. Brooks got the information on his desk the next morning, that night speaking to the detective over the phone. "Damn, whoever this is, he's a brutal sonova b***h," Brooks said. "So, any ideas to help with this slice of Hell?" The voice said from within the phone. "We should do a stake out of the area. Since all of the crime scenes are so close together, the field between the three should be the perfect spot," Brooks said. "How many would we need?" The detective said after a moment of consideration. "Four on the ground and one circling in an unmarked car every half hour or so," Brooks said quickly, proving that he'd already had this thought out. The voice on the other line came to life after a moment, "I'll keep it in consideration for now and set up a date for the operation." They both said their goodbyes and hung up the phone, Brooks wasn't tired enough to get some sleep, so he stayed at the office for another hour looking over the case files.
A few days later, Brooks got the call that his stake out idea is being used and taking place tonight. He got his favorite shotgun from his home and met the group in the evening on location. He got the spot in the tall grass next to an old horse fence, a radio on his belt next to a pouch of extra rounds. Everything was set up, now it's time for the waiting game.
It felt like they had all been out there all night, but anticipation can do that. It had actually on been a few hours, but Brooks knew everyone was expecting action by now. His thoughts came too soon, gunshots were heard, then the radio roared to life with the sound of Morris wanting to investigate. The rest were told to stay put, so he got low in the grass and got ready for anything that came at him. Farmer boomed over the radio next, he sees something huge coming his way. Without hesitating, Brooks took off for Farmer's location, hearing gunshots behind and ahead of him.
He was running so fast that he wasn't paying attention to anything in front of him, colliding into the detective. They both pointed their guns at each other, but it only took a moment to realize who it was. "I heard gunshots from the road, then Farmer came over the radio, so I figured you were handling the other and I went to help him," Brooks said. He stared at the detective, trying to get a hint of whether the rest are still alive or not, but his face showed only death. He was pissed now, he wanted these bastards to pay.
They agreed to get the hell out, taking off for the road in an attempt to reach the car. "I'll kill anything that moves, I'll make sure the bastards never get up again," Brooks said upon hearing about the dogs. They didn't even reach the hill when the detective stopped him, glowing eyes were ahead of them. Glowing eyes were circling ahead of them, trying to split up and surround the two. "Go, I'm going to show them why you don't piss with a Brooks," he said. Nothing could change his mind now, so he watched the detective give up and get low in the grass, moving away silently towards the road.
Brooks eyeballed them all with an intense, burning anger, so the creatures continued to circle, looking for an opening. One of them jumped, Brooks not hesitating to blow its face off. The rest backed up a little, but eventually, one by one, they jumped at him. He had six shots to begin with, the first shot leaving him with five. He counted loudly as he killed them, "Four! Three! Two! One!" He needed to reload, so when the next one came, he kicked it square in the jaw as he was reloading. He was finished reloading when one ran out of the grass and bit down hard on his leg. He cocked the shotgun and pulled the trigger at the neck line of the beast, severing it's head. He pulled its skull from his leg, kicking it at the rest of them with sick pleasure. They all ran at him this time, he was wondering how long it would take for them to get smart. He finished off his rounds on any he could get, then beat many of their skulls in with the butt of the shotgun. Eventually, he could barely lift the weapon, he had lost too much blood and his vision was becoming blurry. The creatures circled him again, waiting for him to fall. Brooks reached into the back pouch on his belt and pulled out a six shot revolver, with only one bullet in it. This is why he never used a handgun, he believed it was a weak weapon that was good for only one thing. "You bastards will never get the ******** satisfaction," he said. The beasts jumped at him, but he had already fired the shot.
Kagemusha the demon
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