Inside a garage, a 12-year-old girl with short orange hair and orange jacket sit's in front of a television screen. Taking a bite from her cereal bowl as the screen displayed Manhattan's downtown street.
It shows clips and live footage of citizens talking with the police, missing posters found throughout the buildings and streets, and blurred images of a mysterious figure, as the narrator announced.
" Over the course of a month, series of mysterious disappearance have occurred to the lower east side of Manhattan.
People have been reported missing throughout the night with blurred taken images of a mysterious individual. I'm here live with detective Cornwell, who is on the case of discovering this stra- ,"
" Jasper, could you tone it down? "
An adult voice cut the news mid way. As the 12-year-old girl name Jasper, just shrug and put down her cereal to walk towards the TV so she can turn down the volume down.
The originator of the voice, a tall half man/dog hybrid with dark fur, felt relieved that she tone it down. As he turns his head to a lower body, part of a man who's on the underside of a car.
Jasper went back to her sit, but this time she move's a little closer to the screen so she can listen properly at the news.
" Well, we're lucky enough to find some samples of blood, but other than that, we don't have any lead's to this case. What we know, however, is that the victims that disappeared usually had some form of a criminal record ,"
" Then do you think that this is the work of a vigilante? "
" Sigh I hope not. We already had enough trouble dealing with skydive and some other villains that we don't need to deal with another wacko in a Halloween costume ,"
" Then can you tell's us more about the latest disappeared victim detective ,"
" Well, to what we gathered, his name is Richard Grif, a math teacher in Bed-stur middle school who got fired for initiating some sexual acts to kids ,"
" Oh, a pedophile ,"
" Yup that's the word ,"
" Wait, is this our neighborhood? "
Jasper said to herself as she moves a little closer to the tv screen. Recognizing a familiar street in the background that cause her eyes lit up. She thought of going there herself to see if the news reporter was still there, but her plans were thrown out of the window once another voice said, " Jasper. Don't you dare to go in that street "
" Hey, I wasn't going to! ,"
" Yeah. Go finish your breakfast and I'll take you to school ,"
" But dad, can I at least walk there myself.... ,"
" No, but's. You heard the news. I'm not letting my daughter get kidnapped by some nut job ,"
" Pfft, don't worry. No way anybody can take these hands! ,"
" Jasper."
" Alright fine.... You never let me have any fun.... ,"
Jasper replied. Disappointed. As she continues to watch the news and eat her cereal. The owner of the voice. A tall black scaled humanoid with bat ears and a shield like carapace stacked against his eyes sighed. As he lay down on a car creeper and slide himself back to the car's underside. Asking the half man/dog hybrid. " Vincent, give me a fastener remover "
Vincent didn't reply as he just grab a fastener remover and pass it to the humanoid. Taking it as he remove the fastener and started disengaging the driveshaft. It took them a couple of minutes to change the driveshaft until the humanoid flinch by Jasper shouting, " Hey I'm all done! "
" Thud! "
" Fuck! Already? Ugh.... Vincent, can you take over for me? "
" Sure Dave no problem "
Vincent replied to Dave as he leaves the car and walk towards the garage gate. Jasper didn't stand still as she grabs her bag and moves to another car. Entering it and closing the door.
* Click! *
* Clatter *
Soon the gate opened as Dave walk's to the car and opens it. Closing the door afterwards, and was about to start the engine until Jasper lean's over to the open car window to wave her at Vincent and shout " Bye uncle Vincent! " Before Dave scolds her to get back to her sit.
Vincent just waved back nonchalantly as the sound of the engine echoed throughout the garage. Causing the car to pull back and drive towards the gate.
Once they left. Vincent continues to fix some of the car's issues. Taking him an hour and a half as he's now focused on changing the car strut and shock absorbers.
He could have finished this if it wasn't for one problematic sound.
* Growl.... *
" Hungry again? "
* Growl.... *
" Damn stomach. "
He complained as he slide out of the car, putting his tools aside before taking off his gloves. He walks to the gate to close it shut before walking towards the mini fridge. Opening it and taking out an enormous chunk of raw meat.
He closes it and sit's at a pile. Staring at a corner of the garage out of boredom, before sinking his teeth deeper into the meat.
* Munch munch *
As Vincent chews, his left eye raised. Taking another bite from the meat before commenting to himself.
" Weird... Is this what pedo's taste like? "
Before he just shrugs it off and continues. His teeth sinking more eagerly. Ripping and tearing every piece of meat, bone and tissue as if it's his last meal. Tasting the intoxicating cold blood that has been frozen since last night.