Warm awakeningMature

The constant ring of telephones and screams of people outside made the police station busier than it had ever been. It also woke Detective Marshall, who was sleeping in one of the interrogation rooms.

"What the hell is happening?" he demanded. Just then, one of his assistants burst into the room with a person who was acting like a rabid Pit-bull, trying to reach out at Detective Marshall with its fingertips.

His assistant immediately took notice of him. "Hi Sergeant," He said, struggling to keep his hostage off his mentor.

"What’s happening David?" said the confused Sleuth, "Is it some kind of riot?"

David took a quick glance at Marshall. "If it is, it’s the most violent freaking riot I’ve ever seen." He said.

Detective Marshall wiped his sweaty forehead with his trench coat. "Why is it so hot in here?" he asked.

"Something got stuck in the vents and it’s clogging up the A.C." David replied, " but right now, that’s the least of our problems."

Marshall took out a cigarette and lit it, he offered one to David,  but he rejected. David slapped a pair of handcuffs on the animal-like person and motioned for Marshall to come with him into the break room.

Marshall sighed, grabbed the thing’s fedora, slipped it on his head, and headed out the door.

The thing turned it’s head at a 180 degree angle to stare at Marshall.

"You can’t keep me in here," it said, sadistically, "you’re too weak…"

Marshall stopped.  Then he turned around and delivered a hook punch to the thing’s jaw.

"Try me." Said the detective.

The Pit-bull man stuck out his very long tongue so that it reached Marshall’s stomach. Marshall took his cigarette out of the gap between his fingers, and extinguished it on the thing's tongue.

"Thanks." Gawked Marshall.

The thing turned it’s head back around and coughed smoke up frantically as Marshall walked out of the room.

The End

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