Michael Lance Kersting
The prostitute walked a bit unsteadily along the sidewalk. Her high heels made clacking sounds along the pavement. As she passed a shadowy alleyway, a hairy hand struck like a snake and wrapped around her mouth, dragging her into the darkness with such strength that she was lifted entirely off the ground. There was a loud growl. She kicked wildly but hit only air. The last thing she saw was an open mouth of long yellow fangs and was then all went black.
The next morning two RCMP Officers squatted next to the body and saw the blank stare of the young woman who couldn't be more than twenty-five under the heavy makeup. The eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped open in surprise, in a scream, or perhaps to beg for mercy, but he gave none and ripped her throat out savagely.
The seventh murder for the past month with the same modus operandi and the RCMP couldn’t figure out. They knew that the typical serial killer either strangled or use some weapon to kill his / her victims, but this one uses neither, and it seems just brute strength and savagery.
Citizens held their breath in fear .Both uniformed and plain clothes officers were everywhere in the Downtown area where most of the murders were committed. The killer seems to strike at random which made it difficult for the investigation.
It was about 11.30 the next night. Frank Collins, a loner, boarded the Transit bus to downtown Calgary, took the LRT and got off at Dalhousie, a Calgary neighbourhood. He was an unsmiling young man about twenty five, with thick black hair and watchful greenish eyes.
The next day at the Calgary Police Service Headquarters on 6 th Avenue, Chief Inspector Forster was at his desk, Telephones were ringing all over the place. His deputy, Peter Patterson, was in a swivel chair opposite his chief, reading a couple sheets of paper
"Another murder in Dalhousie last night, same M.O." said Patterson evenly. The Chief Inspector sighed.
"We have got a lot of work to do, Peter; the Mayor is breathing down my back for a quick capture. We are dealing here with a vicious and clever serial killer, obviously!"
"Yeah, but this is a new slant, ripping out the victims’ throats!"
"That‘s what bothering me, Peter, serial killers usually strangle their victims or use some sort of weapon, it seems, somehow ,as if some animal is at work"
"Perhaps it’s a werewolf." suggested Patterson bluntly. The autopsies on the victims revealed strangely, a wolf's DNA in the blood."
Forster smiled; He was in one of his rare good moods.
"A werewolf in this age, Peter? don’t make me laugh, you've been seeing to many horror movies "
" Don't laugh, James," said Patterson, picking up a sheet of paper from his desk."I've been doing some research ", he said looking at the sheet, it says here and I quote "that if a werewolf bites you and you don't die, you're doomed to turn into a werewolf yourself."
He paused, "if you check all of the murders. They were all committed on the full moon., two across the city in one night. "
Forster nodded" Yes, that’s correct, but that could be sheer coincidence."
"Too many coincidence if you ask me." He paused, "Anyway,to continue, "To discover the identity of a werewolf, you wound it and search for a similar wound on a human or shoot it in its head!"
"Where did you get that stuff?" Forster interjected.
"On the Internet of course “replied Patterson."I am interested in that kind of folklore. It makes you wonder if all that info about werewolves from around the world is all superstition. The odds are against it. Werewolves were reported in many countries mostly in Europe and most having the same MO, ravaging their victims, both man and beast, and tearing out their throats .The throat being the main target"
"Well, forget that nonsense,Peter,we are in the twenty first century now, so let’s do some modern investigation."
He got up and walked over to a map of Calgary on the wall. It displayed six coloured pins of the locations of the previous six murders.
The next night in Downtown Calgary, .a security guard was on his way to work when he heard a low growl coming from an alleyway. He saw something move within. He approached the entrance cautiously "Who the fuck is in there?" He shouted firmly. He took out his flashlight and switched it on.
"Jesus!"He cried backing away at the sight before him...
The light displayed a huge gray wolf- like creature crouching on the ground. It stared fixedly at him, their eyes met, but the man’s brain only registered its size and the yellow eyes. They held him there, spellbound, freezing him in place. The figure seems to float towards him and then everything went blank! He made a gurgling sound as his throat was being ripped out viciously.
A patrol cruiser was in the vicinity , the occupants, Constable Frank Smith and his partner Joe Hendricks and saw the creature as it came out of the alleyway on all fours. Its snout covered in blood. It stopped and looked at them, raised its massive head and gave an unearthly howl and began racing along the sidewalk on all fours.
‘Shit! did you see it, Frank?" said Joe unbelievingly.
"Yes," Frank replied, “but I can’t believe it, look at its fucking size. Let’s give chase, man !".
The creature saw them and increase its pace along the side walk , its breath heaving in and out, spuming clouds of steam before it. Its great shaggy chest raised and lowered, as its powerful shoulders surged forward .
Joe, at the wheel, increased speed and followed. The creature turned and snarled at them, then ran into an alleyway. The cops got out of the car at the entrance and drawing their guns, they approached the alleyway cautiously. Their hearts beating a tattoo in their chests. There was a low menacing growl coming from the dark. Guns drawn, they flashed their torch lights into the dark and gasped. The creature was trapped against the blank wall and stood in a crouched position facing them ,looking at them steadily ,its yellow eyes burning into them, ears held close to its head., then, with a loud growl, it sprang!.
Officer Joe said",Shit!" and squeezed off three shots in quick succession. He suddenly slips and fell on the wet side walk. The shots caught the beast in midair and spun it around. And it fell a short distance from them. The creature snarled, saliva drooling all over him, got up quickly and tried to get away. Officer Smith emptied his service revolver into it. One of the bullets entering its head, spilling blood, bones and brains all over the sidewalk. It gave a brief shudder and cease moving, its blood spreading in a pool under its massive grey body
A crowd of curious onlookers, attracted by the gunfire, gathered around the fallen creature, keeping a safe distance, as it began changing slowly into a man. The crowd gasped in disbelief at its slow transformation,
‘Shit, man, what the hell’s going on" cried one of the onlookers staring unbelieving.
Officer Hendricks went quickly over to his fallen partner.
"You okay, buddy?’ He asked concerned.
"Yeah, I will live, did you get it?"He replied getting up.
"Yeah, I got it all right and it changed into a man!” He added
"No shit ! You got to be kidding’ me?"
"No, man, it was real!"
"I thought that crap only happens in the movies"
Frank went over to the cruiser and radioed headquarters through his CB”
"Hi, Bruce, it’s me, Frank " he said, " we’ve got a situation here, come quickly, . We are at six Ave and Eight street, send an ambulance, I will explain later."
Shortly after, two squad cars arrived at the scene followed by an ambulance.
Police photos were taken of the body and the ambulance's attendants then took it away, sirens blaring. The two cops broke up the crowd
Hendricks said to the crowd ", Okay! Okay! It’s over, now, go back to your homes."
Fingerprints were taken at the morgue which were later traced to Frank Collins, Further investigation lead to Collin’s apartment in the Huntington Park area in the North West of Calgary.
In the apartment on a coffee table was a diary. Constable Peterson picked it up and flipped through the pages and was shocked at what he read :
October 23rd the day of the last mutilation.
I cannot go on like this, killing innocent people because of my curse of being a werewolf. I am responsible for three of the six killings that took place recently here in Calgary .The other three I don't know anything about... Earlier this year I was bitten by a werewolf while in the woods while in Romania. An old gypsy told me that since I survived I would change into a werewolf every month. I laughed in her face putting it down to superstition. But I know better now, it’s true !I began feeling different, my body felt as if it was burning and a craving for meat and blood engulfed me. I wanted to kill myself after the first killing but hadn’t the nerve to do so, but I can’t go on living the rest of my life under this dreaded curse. I know what I have to do to end this dreaded curse and I ask forgiveness for all the suffering I have caused. But under the curse, I cannot control my self; this will be my last entry. Tonight I will go into Calgary…which I hope will be my last night...May all forgive me.
He then handed the Diary over to Forster and said.
"Well, what did I tell you. “he smirked," it was a werewolf after all, but he said he had only killed three, so who killed the other three?."
Forster said nothing.
Later that evening at his home, Chief Inspector Forster, looked at himself in the mirror and said "Damn,I am glad we finally caught him.. Really, Calgary is too small a city for TWO werewolves" and began transforming into another grey werewolf!