Blood in the Streets (open to all members)

[machete]

Santana had woke up and found himself in Dallas, Texas. He had money and had gotten something to eat. He had then made his way to the poorer side of town. After all it was this kind of neighborhood where he would blend in more. He knew how to survive on the streets and he needed a fix. He felt the need to get high. He checked into some dirtbag motel that he did not even remember the name of. He had taken his leftover pizza with him and had eaten it for dinner. He had then gone out and without much trouble scored himself some weed. He had gotten high and had fallen asleep in his hotel room. The full moon was high in the sky when he woke up.

Machete woke up hungry and not sure he was. He felt the moon's power tugging at him and he changed violently. He exploded liquid goo flying in all directions. He stood there in half man half wererat form. He let out a guttural cry as he tore the door off its hinges and headed out into the night. Flesh and blood were all he could think about. He was starving.

Someone screamed attracting his attention. Fear. They smelled so good. Food. He bounded off after them catching the person easily. He was in the alley on top of the person when his bite shut off their cries and took their life. Blood flowed into his mouth hot and metallic. It tasted so good. Flesh between his teeth. He fed and gorged himself. He snout was covered in blood and the crimson stain flowed down his chest and accross the front of him. Sated he began to explore the night, running out into the city streets.

He had left the bloody broken body of the man in the alley as any animal left a carcass. The man was a homeless junkie that had been trying to sleep in a recessed doorway.

[Mckenzie Jamison]

The call had come in while Mac was briefing his officers about the lastest killer in their mist. All RPIT officer on duty went to the call out. If Mac hadn't read the reports from the other cities he would have been more shocked but after reading the reports and pouring over pictures that your brain refused to make sense of, he was prepared for this. It was bad.

[machete]

Machete always felt so powerful these days. Nothing could stop him. Blood, sex, fear, those are the things that ruled his world. He hid in the shadows of a recessed doorway as he watched the streets. He liked the shadows as he watched it felt natural to him that he should be there. He sniffed the air. Now that his need for flesh and blood was sated he had other hungers that were rising. Hungers that he could take more time to enjoy. His snout curled back over long teeth as he grunted. His night vision was excellent as watched the gang member deal drugs on the corner. A car would pull up he would greet them trading drugs for cash in a quick palm slide. What really had his attention was the hispanic woman who was dealing with her pimp.

[machete]

Machete watched the woman. She was lovely. She had long raven dark hair and deep brown eyes, a curvaceoous figure poured into a lipstick red dress. He waited till she was moving out and alone. He did want to spend his time with her. He felt his heart quicken at the thought. Yes lots of time with her so he had to be stealthy. If others saw her taken they would start looking for her right away. He watched as she finally moved away from her pimp. Her legs on high red stilletos which did wonders for her legs. She was a petite woman. He smiled as he thought perfect as she was walking towards him. He waited patiently in the dark for her to get even closer. She stopped just in front of him as pitched out one hip and assumed a sexier pose to attract attention. He moved extremely fast as he lunged out of the dark and grabbed her from behind with one hand over her mouth. He picked her up like a doll and slid back into the safety of the shadows. She struggled but he just squeezed her tighter to let her know she would not get free. He could smell the fear pouring off of her and smiled. Yum he thought she smelled like candy to him. She bit his hand and he tapped her lightly on the side of her head and she fell unconscious. He slung her over his shoulder and moved quickly through the dark seeking a place where he could have his fun. He finally found a place an abandoned warehouse in an old run down industrial section of town. It was quiet and desereted and there were no people around. He easily pulled the locked door open and off the hinges. He moved inside and explored. He grinned as he saw the old abandoned black leather couch in what used to be an office. It was dirty and ripped but it would do. He threw the woman on the couch and sat next to her waiting for her to wake up. After all it was more fun if she was awake.

[machete]

The woman wouldn't stop screaming. Once he was done he simply twisted her neck. Finally some peace and quiet. He tossed her body off the couch and into a corner. He laid down and got comfortable. He was finally tired and feeling good. He relaxed back into the couch with a grin. What Machete wanted he took. He was not some weak minded fool. He was Machete. Feeling powerful and sated he slipped into a nice deep sleep.

[machete]

When Santana woke up he was once again in an unfamiliar place. He did not recognise the place or remember how he got their. He was covered in blood once again. He started shaking as his adrenaline raced. Not again. What had happened. He looked accross the room and saw the limp body of the woman. It tore a ragged cry out of his mouth. He covered his mouth to prevent from screaming. He was walking backwards away from her body. He was thinking over and over again Why Why Why me. He turned and ran thru the door. He ran thru doors until he found the bathroom. He stopped to clean himself up as best he could. He needed new clothes. He washed his hands till they were raw. He thought he would never get the blood off. He felt sick to his stomach. He ran from the building and put as much distance as he could between him and that warehouse. He searched his pockets and found he still had money. So he started looking for a thrift store or a street vendor. Somewhere he could buy clothes cheap.

[Mckenzie Jamison]

Mac and most of the members of RPIT arrived at the same time at the abandoned warehouse. I houseless man had been staying there off and on and had come back to find a dead woman. He kept telling the cops he hadn't killed her. They had took one look at the body and knew he hadn't either.

She was pretty much ripped apart and her neck was broke. Mac and the other members of RPIT fanned out to try to find someone who'd seen or heard anything.

[Hayden Patton]

Hayden had followed Mac to the scene. It was pretty bad. One of the worse Hayden had ever worked. He had interviewed the homeless man and had no reason to believe he'd had anything to do with it other than finding the body. The girl was in her mid-twenties and Latino. He tried not to think about what the girl had went through before she died.

[Haven Reynolds]

Haven had gotten the call and arrived on the scene about twenty minutes after RPIT. He hurt like hell from the stabbing but he could get around well enough using a cane to keep him from favoring either side as he walked. He had his ID, identifying him as a bounty hunter clipped to his shirt pocket. He was new to Dallas so the police wouldn't know him on sight.

He stopped one of the officers securing the scene and asked for Mckenzie. The officer gave him the once over taking in all his weapons and the cane and radioed for Detective Patton to come to the perimeter.

[machete]

Once he had some distance from the warehouse, he stopped running and changed to a brisk walk. He saw a street vendor who had t-shirt and sweatshirts for sale arguing with a coffee vendor for space. He kept walking and snagged a t-shirt and kept walking. The vendor was so distracted he did not notice. He dodged into a McDonald's bathroom and trashed his shirt before pulling the clean one over his head. He was amused to note he had swiped a Dallas Cowboys t-shirt which meant he was probably still in Dallas at least. He bought a cheap breakfast meal which he wolfed down with coffee. He left the McDonald's and went to find where the local homeless shelter was. He could get a free meal there and maybe a clean change of clothes and a shower for the night. He felt there was some safety in numbers. He was nervous and did keep an eye on everyone around him. He paid attention to notice any cops or anyone who stared at him for too long.

[Hayden Patton]

Hayden went to the perimeter of the scene when the patrol officer called him. He took in Haven and wondered what he had done to himself. He was using a cane which he hadn't had at the first meeting in the police station. He looked like he was hurting pretty good. He was still armed to the teeth.

He motioned Haven to come with him.
"What did you do?" Hayden asked once the two were out of earshot of the patrol officer. When Haven answered him he frowned but nodded. He took him to where Mack was directed the other officers.

[Haven Reynolds]

Haven followed Hayden. He hurt. He'd been shot years ago and it had hurt but not like this. It wasn't blooding or anything which was good. Sunny had been gone the morning after the stabbing and he hadn't been able to reach her since. He texted her a few times and called. He had went by her job and they couldn't tell him anything. He wasn't sure how to contact David to see if she was ok. For now he'd just have to wait and see if she contacted him.

"I got a call about a bounty here in Dallas. They double crossed me and I got stabbed." He said as they reached Mckenzie.

[machete]

Santana found one of the local homeless shelters. He had to sit their program about getting help and god. He did his best not to make sarcastic comments and sneer thru it. After all they were going to feed him, give him some new clothes, and a place to sleep for the night. After last night he felt he needed to be mixed in with other vagrants and street people. That description of him on the news would not be so noticeable with others like him about. He was grateful when the sermon ended and the food was served. It was soup and salad but he did not mind. It was free. He wolfed down his food and waited for his turn in the shower. They had given him clean jeans, a clean t-shirt, and a hoodie that was so faded the black looked grey. He was happy when he had finally showered and was being shown to a dormitory like room for sleeping. He claimed an upper bunk and stretched out. He was tired. His nerves about what he might have done and being hunted had taken their toll. He slept heavily feeling safe and secure for the first time since waking up in Dallas.

[Mckenzie Jamison]

Mckenzie couldn't help but overhear what Haven said as he reached him. He
tilted his head to the side and gave him a look. He hadn't heard anything
about it. He gave Haven a concerned look.
"Should you be here?" He asked. He watched him for a second. And after
Haven gave him his answer he led Haven to where they had found the body. He
walked a little slower so Haven didn't have to push himself to follow Mac.

"We think the girl was killed here." They were standing next to the
tattered sofa where the girl had most likely died. Several CSI members were
milling around working the scene. Mac then led him over to where the body
was still laying but covered with a sheet.

Mac pulled back the sheet and showed Haven the girl's broken body.

[Haven Reynolds]

Haven knew what to expect but it didn't make it easier to look at it. His mind
could make sense of it then it suddenly did and he couldn't unsee it. He took a
shallow breath and squated down to look. He shook his head and looked back up at
Mac.
"No doubt it was shifter." He used the cane and pushed himself back up. It hurt
but he stood there a minute then went to look at the rest of the scene.