Who, or What, is She? (Discontinued)

"There's only so many people here," Wells growled. "Won't take too long.. go house 't house.. strap em down 'en-"
Megan stomped her small feet, her face flushed red. "No Wells," she said. "You can't just violate people's privacy like that! This has to be a rational, respectful investigation!" Wells didn't like her choice of words. His were trained on her as he spoke. "Talk to the sonofa bitch that kidnapped two kids in a rational, respectful way, then come back t' me.." That closed her argument quickly. Maime was hating all of it. The diner was supposed to be a place of comfort and hot food, now they were debating on how to capture a potential kidnapper. Lord.. what has their town come to??
 
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"Hey Maime, can I have some coffee?" Emily asked, then added, "And I don't think the kids would be in the kidnapper's house. Anyone could do exactly what Wells, is that your name, said. Going from house to house and interrogating each person who lives there. Any person with a brain could figure that out, so whoever took them should be smart enough to take them to an isolated area."
 
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All eyes were on her. The room had gone silent after her suggestion. "An isolated area," Maime asked as she moved to pour her a mug of coffee. "How many of those do we have in this town??" The others in the diner mumbled as they named different areas cut off to the public. Wells shook his head. "We got a map of the place," he said. "I don't matter. We'll find those boys." Megan walked about, refilling mugs and glasses. "Oh please be careful you guys," she said softly. "Can't you just call the police??" A bark of laughter made her jump. Cleary she didn't know how loud Wells could get. "We ain't got no police," he laughed. "It's just us! We rely on each other!"
 
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Emily looked at Wells with a questioning look, "How can we rely on each other when there's a kidnapper in our midst?" She asked as she leaned on the counter. She had to admit, giving the humans clues as to where the two dead kids were and giving them reasons to be suspicious of each other and even her was fun.
 
Wells flashed a glare towards her. "The hell you tryin' to say girl," he growled. Maime wanted to say something as well, but she didn't want Wells' wrath. She knew that Emily was just trying to help in her own way. "Everyone knows everyone in this damn town," he was saying as he stood to his rickety feet. "Everyone! You don't mess with this town and getta way with it! That's not how it works!"
 
"I'm trying to say that the person who didn't have enough heart to not abduct those two could be helping with the search, deceiving others with kind looks and behavior, pretending to be scared and worried but really be having malice and spite throughout their being. That kind of person could be right here, right now, and we wouldn't know it." She admonished with a new tone and a new way of pronouncing things that made her sound like a snake.
 
Wells gritted his false teeth before slumping back in his booth. The rest of the patrons look toward him, saddened by the look of defeat on his wrinkled face. "Aight then," he groaned, looking up at her. "The hell you suggest we do then?"
Maime stood back and watched as they spoke. She didn't want to say it, but she didn't like the way Emily speaking towards them. She knew she was just trying to help, but the energy she was putting off was.. foul.. No normal person would say things like that, in that manner.. Maybe it was her being tired..
 
"Search in the areas that have been abandoned and blocked off to see if there are any clues, look at people closely and see how they're acting, and corner the abductor. We're not the prey. We're the predator, and if we do these things correctly, we'll be the ones to take the fatal bite out of them." Emily raised her hand up with her palm facing herself and closed it abruptly into a fist when she said 'bite' for emphasis. She supposed she could afford to play a game with the townsfolk, and she was ready to win.
 
'Who the hell talks like that,' Maime asked herself. Only evil diplomats, and villains talk like that! It seemed to be enough for everyone else though, as they were nodding their heads in agreement, and contacting the searching parties. Maime was honestly not sure if this was the best way to go about things, but it was clearly just her. Lost in her own thoughts, Maime didn't realize the coffee mug was overflowing, buring her hand. She quickly sat the pot down, and moved to clean up the mess. Luckily, no one had noticed.
 
Emily smiled when she saw that she had gotten her point across and picked up the mug to take a sip, being careful to not let the contents spill. Humans were even dumber than she thought, as she observed that they did not recognize the vicious terminology usually used by the corrupt in the books they read.
 
By noon, the search parties became even groups that split off towards the closed off areas located on the edges of the town. With their efforts, Maime waa certain they'd find the boys, and if not, some sort of clue to help them.

That night, as Maime was walking home, she had gotten the message. They boys were found... dead. They were both mauled in the middle of the street by some animal near the abandoned coal mines. She was truly hurt for the mothers, and father who had just lost their children to some animal. She was certain it wouldn't take them long to form a search party to find the creature that killed them.
 
Emily had stayed home all day long after she had given the plan in the diner, waiting for the message to be sent out and congratulating herself on her handiwork when it was finally received. She could almost taste the horror that would waft through the streets the next day, and she couldn't wait for the continuous wave of rapture that would come from it. Emily wished to be able to kill another child and leave it out in the open, but she couldn't. Not right when the two she had already killed were found.
 
At home, Maime couldn't stop thinking about the death of the children. How odd it was. Of course, something like that would stay on somebody's for a while, but she doubt anyone was thinking about like she was. When was the last time an animal had killed a person at Coalbed? The Thet recorded cast of an animal mauling was back when the mine had first opened up, before the town even became a town. Mining, deforestation, and hunting had scared off the wildlife for years. Animals have returned since then, but mostly birds, squirrels, and other small animals.
She sat at her computer, typing away as she tried to gather information to ease her mind. The nearest wolf last spotted was well over 40 miles away. "Would a wolf cross a state just to mug two kids for their lunch money," she asked herself. What about a bear? No.. a bear was seen much farther than that. It wouldn't have the dedication to cross the bordering fences. So then what..?
 
"I wonder how many people are actually thinking about the strangeness of it all... The night there's a new arrival in town, two kids go missing, then that newcomer encourages the townsfolk to look long and sharp, abruptly changing her way of speech from one way to another and back again. Then the children are found mutilated. It's all too strange for not even one person to make the connection." Emily asked herself while pacing around her living room with a smile on her face. She changed her form from her human look to a blob that resembled a large drop of black ink, a parrot that flew around, and everything in-between as she walked, her voice changing each time she changed, "It's possible that someone could be wondering at this very moment. If someone does figure it out, then I'll simply need to kill them and make it look like an accident."
 
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Her mind began turning, blood began to flow, her heart began to race. She didn't feel this high since she had gotten her first ghost hunting kit. "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" She stood from her chair, and stumbled out of the room towards her kitchen. "Calm down Maime.. caaaalm down!" It was a stretch. A very long stretch. A wolf, or bear could've snuck into the town. The graph probably needed to be updated, but she was certain she was correct. Snatching the phone off the wall, Maime dialed her only friend's phone number.

Her phone buzzed on his bedside table. Who the hell would be calling him at 9 at night. He groaned before sitting up, and looking at his phone. He freezed for a moment before shaking off the chill of fear. He had forgotten that Maime had changed her picture to something she called the "Patron Saint of Car Wrecks". It was a man with an upside down head. A simple thing to keep him from answering the phone whenever she called, but he answered anyway.

"Hello?" He made sure she could hear the sleepiness in his voice, but that changed nothing.

"Conner," she screamed through the phone. "Conner I need you at my house STAT!"

Conner sighed. "Maime.. it's late.. I have to work-"

She cut him off. "No you don't. The factory ia closed tomorrow to help with the search. I'll see you soon!" Beep.
 
"Actually, no one would believe them anyway. A creature that depended on fear to survive and could shapeshift!? That only exists in movies! Therefore, I would have nothing to worry about." Despite this, Emily still worried. She sighed and left her house, going where no one could see her before turning into a brown tabby cat. Not to bait anyone into a scare, just to be able to walk around without being questioned why she was out and about in the middle of the night.
 
A truck rumbled down the road toward the neighborhood homes. Inside, Conner was drinking a can of coke to fizzle off the last bit of sleep he had. Maime had called him, and it sounded like an emergency, but everything was an emergency to her. He was only going to see of she was ok. Two kids found dead in the street? A woman her age living alone would be a prime target for.. anything.

He parked in her drive way and jogged towards the door. It only took one knock before she swung open the door and pulled him inside. He began to protest, but she immediately silenced him.
"Shhhhhh," she hissed with a hand clamped over his mouth. She peeked past her curtains. Satisfied with whatever see did or didn't see, she released him, and finally welcomed him. "So glad you could come Conner," she said with a smile. Conner wiped his mouth and looked around. "Yeah.. clearly," he grumbled. "Why are you being so paranoid?"
 
The cat then noticed a man in a bluish-grey sweatshirt and trousers walking about. Why was some guy on a stroll in the current climate? Actually, considering what just happened, a lot would be on a person's mind, so going on a walk to work it out wouldn't be unreasonable. With a nod to itself, the cat padded towards the man and meowed. For some reason, it wanted to cheer him up. Was it growing soft? Was it getting empathetic?
 
"We can't talk here," Maime said as she walked through her house. "The basement is safer. Come on!" Maime opened a door at the end of the hall, and Conner could see the stair case leading downwards. Conner followed behind her as she made her way down the stairs. Every time he tried to ask her a question, she'd cut him off saying "Not yet." Once they were inside, she quickly closed the door behind them, leaving them in pitch darkness. With a click, they could see again, but Conner wished she had kept the light off. Creatures, oddities, and nic-nacs of all shapes and sizes were arranged in Maime's basement. Even if they were all different, they all had a theme: Crytids. Deformed animal skulls, bones, fur, hair, molded foot prints, and other types of "dna" where held in their own labeled casings. Along the wall were posters, newspaper clippings, sighting articles, notes, sticky pads covering every inch. The only space that wasn't dedicated to the research was a small cubby that held a large computer and monitor.

"Oh.. fuck..," Conner could only say as he looked around. "Maime.. what- what is all of this..??" Maime gave him a sly smile. "Proof that there are things out there that aren't human or animal!"
 
The man looked down and saw the cat, "Oh, hey there buddy... Where'd you come from?" He knelt down and picked the cat up, smiling. The cat had succeeded! Then, all of a sudden, the cat started to melt. This was new. The man shrieked and dropped the melting cat, which now turned into a pile of black goop and latched onto his ankle, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" Was it caused by the creature cheering him up? The creature decided that it must've been a defensive mechanism to avoid losing more fear as the makeshift hand that was wrapped around the man's ankle grew claws and pierced his skin. He screamed almost like a female, making the creature snicker as it grew into the skeleton shape it had taken the previous night.
 
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