05-19-2015, 04:58 PM
The bar erupted into a commotion of such magnitude that the screams of the dying man was not nearly the most distracting of things. Dorian pulled the covered badge from his belt with his hand gun he'd kept on for good measure. It wasn't like he was even on duty right now, but he still carried both out of habit.
The smell of sulfur was the only thing that Dorian could smell, the pungent smell of rotten eggs was everywhere. The screams coming from the hell hounds victim pierced the air and the was drowned out by the screams of the other patrons and employees. Dorian's first reaction was to lessen the bystanders. They should be relatively safe from the creature itself, but the less he had to explain the better the situation would be. Dorian almost wished that the Cheif Inspector was here, to see how he handled the situation. Dorian knew what to do, he'd been doing it the past fifteen years. But this, this was different, he'd not actually been in the middle of an attack such as this.
The man had walked eerily into the bar and now he was flailing the last of his life force all over the floor and table he had sat at. By the time everything calmed down there were very few people inside. Dorian had managed to contain most of the damage from innocent viewers. How does one explain an invisible dog sent by some unseen force to kill just one soul for whatever reason the universe deemed worthy.
Dorian finally made it back inside and saw that the doctor had tried to stop the blood from the dying man, she was covered with blood. Martin stood with another man questioning him. Martin was staring at the body on the ground, Dorian head the question. "What was that?"
Dorian could have explained it but this man was not Atharim. There was some story to be told, he just had to think of it. The world was distraught with magical beings, a bomb, an invisible creature? The world was going up in flames and the Atharim were the only ones who knew the full truth. How did you save the world from ignorance?
Scenarios coursed through Dorian's mind as he tried to think up an excuse, something that could possibly explain the situation. How do you explain a smashed table, a man with giant claw marks through his chest, a bite taken from his throat. Clearly an animal attack. But unseen and gone now? There was nothing Dorian could think of, and then he smiled. While not perfect, and it would take a little covering up on his part, but it was possible. "I would imagine it was a drug overdose of some kind that sent him into a panic. Self-inflicted wounds."
Dorian shrugged and took off his jacket and covered the man's torso and his neck with it the best he could. There was no need to let anyone else take a better look at it.
"I'll call this in, I'd appreciate it if you all backed away now. There is nothing more any of you can do."
Dorian flashed his badge at them, including Martin and stepped over the body to separate them from further viewing.
The smell of sulfur was the only thing that Dorian could smell, the pungent smell of rotten eggs was everywhere. The screams coming from the hell hounds victim pierced the air and the was drowned out by the screams of the other patrons and employees. Dorian's first reaction was to lessen the bystanders. They should be relatively safe from the creature itself, but the less he had to explain the better the situation would be. Dorian almost wished that the Cheif Inspector was here, to see how he handled the situation. Dorian knew what to do, he'd been doing it the past fifteen years. But this, this was different, he'd not actually been in the middle of an attack such as this.
The man had walked eerily into the bar and now he was flailing the last of his life force all over the floor and table he had sat at. By the time everything calmed down there were very few people inside. Dorian had managed to contain most of the damage from innocent viewers. How does one explain an invisible dog sent by some unseen force to kill just one soul for whatever reason the universe deemed worthy.
Dorian finally made it back inside and saw that the doctor had tried to stop the blood from the dying man, she was covered with blood. Martin stood with another man questioning him. Martin was staring at the body on the ground, Dorian head the question. "What was that?"
Dorian could have explained it but this man was not Atharim. There was some story to be told, he just had to think of it. The world was distraught with magical beings, a bomb, an invisible creature? The world was going up in flames and the Atharim were the only ones who knew the full truth. How did you save the world from ignorance?
Scenarios coursed through Dorian's mind as he tried to think up an excuse, something that could possibly explain the situation. How do you explain a smashed table, a man with giant claw marks through his chest, a bite taken from his throat. Clearly an animal attack. But unseen and gone now? There was nothing Dorian could think of, and then he smiled. While not perfect, and it would take a little covering up on his part, but it was possible. "I would imagine it was a drug overdose of some kind that sent him into a panic. Self-inflicted wounds."
Dorian shrugged and took off his jacket and covered the man's torso and his neck with it the best he could. There was no need to let anyone else take a better look at it.
"I'll call this in, I'd appreciate it if you all backed away now. There is nothing more any of you can do."
Dorian flashed his badge at them, including Martin and stepped over the body to separate them from further viewing.