HOMD (Part 1)

Hello there "Captain"

I tried to reign in my blows. To simply beat it into submission, rather than kill it. I couldn't though. It was a sick thrill to watch the life leave it. I kneeled down still on high alert. What was this thing. It was a grosteque corpse of something out of a horror movie. A mixture of a Mole? Perhaps, and a human. Jumping up, intending to slink back into the shadows, I was caught by a man. Wrapping me into a bear hug he looked down at me "I hate asking such a pretty thing like you this, but what are you?" he gave me a half grin and made sure I was securely contained. I had to admire the guy, not very many people could sneak up on me. "Officer" I kept a light tone to my voice "I believe it's" in a moment i pulled my head back and drove it into his as hard as I could. I heard something crack and then a clang as a gun fell to the floor I reached up to touch my forehead, and in the same moment dove for the gun. The guy recovered pretty quickly. Too quickly in fact. He looked at me confused and rubbed his head. I held the gun crossed over one wrist. Standard police procedure. The exchange had taken less then a minute and I continued my sentence "Who are you." I grinned at the man as my chest heaved under my ratty tank. The mans eyes flicked behind me, the shadows of the moon had me silhouetted and him paled in the bleak white moon. "Oi," I raised my voice "I'm over-" I paused and started to whip around when The silence was shattered.

The bullet screamed towards me and I had guessed I was going to get shot. Cops always had backup. I took a small caliber bullet into my shoulder, I had done the calculations and I knew it would hurt, Fortunately I had turned in the right moment so it wouldn't impact anything major. Unfortunately, I had misjudged the bullet caliber and it did. "Cocking hell" I snarled, I was on the ground. The bullet had thrown me back several feet. I snagged the gun with my useable hand and glared at the person who shot me. Then I glanced at the carnage around me and the flood of sadness threatened to overwhelm me. I was a monster, the old man was right. I was a killer. I dropped the gun and felt an odd prickling feeling in my shoulder. "Bloody hell" I hissed, my body would expel the bullet automatically but it would be excruciating. The man who shot me was about 25 maybe 26. His trigger finger twitched as I muttered to myself.