"Two possibilities exist:
Either we are alone in the Universe
Or we are not.
Both are equally terrifying."
-Arthur C. Clarke

Year: 2045
Los Angeles Union Police Headquarters

Rain, as usual, pelted the city.

Los Angeles used to be sunny and warm all year round, but ever since the government established the Vulcan Factories, the sun only ever got through in the summer.

Crime went down through the Police Union Act, which brought all the precincts into one force, The Police Union.

Though crime was down, Los Angeles was still plagued by the uncanny fear that some new monstrosity hid in the shadows, waiting for the once sunny city of angels to drop it's guard, like a demon waiting patiently for it's chance to clip a angel's wings.

Among the police tasked to guard the people of the city was Detective Frank Lopez, who grew up in the rough district of Oscuro.

Oscuro was established after the Equality Protests, and was meant for low income families to live in peace.

Though the design of Oscuro was good in intent, gangs quickly took over the district, and the once peaceful area quickly became a war zone for gangs.

Frank fell into the gang life as a kid, and joined Los Oscuros out of self preservation, as any one who wasn't in one of the gangs was fair game for muggers and more sinister kinds of criminals.

Frank was rescued from the gang life by a aged old detective, named Adam Scott, who saw potential in him as a cop, and helped him get into the police force.

Adam died last year.

Adam was like a father to Frank, and his death hit him hard.

Shortly before his death, Adam recommended Frank as a detective, and Frank was promoted shortly after Adam's death.

A year passed, and Frank had made peace with Adam's passing, and was working on a case with Vice.

While Frank looked over a set of files, another, single file fell in front of his face.

Frank looked up to see that it was his longtime friend, Emma Richards.

Emma: Look at this.

Frank: I'm busy.

Emma: Chief's orders, he wants his best Detectives on this one.

Frank looked up at Emma in confusion, and opened the file to a grizzly picture.

The file contained a photo of a mutilated body, nearly unidentifiable.

Frank was used to seeing a torn up body....

But this was something else.

Frank got up from his desk, and walked to the chief's office.

Emma: Don't get into a argument with the chief again.

Frank: No promises.

Frank entered the chief's office and angrily threw down the file on the chief's desk.

Chief: I figured you would be angry.

Frank: Damn right! I'm this close to bringing down the 55th street drug ring and you pull me out for some rich prick!

The chief got up from his desk angrily.

Chief: That rich prick just so happens to be a oscar winning actor!

Frank: So his life is more important than the countless people overdosing because of the 55th!?

Chief: It's not that you ignorant ass! This could be the first victim of some brutal serial killer, and I don't want to take the risk, now get to the hills! Now!

Frank: Kiss my ass you fat bastard!

Chief: Same to you shit stain!

Frank angrily slammed the chief's door behind him as he left.

Frank returned to his desk, where Emma was researching the murder, and grabbed his jacket.

Emma: So are we going?

Frank: We?

Emma: Chief wants me to come with you, are we going?

Frank looked back at Emma.

Frank: Do we have a choice?

Timeskip
Beverly Hills,
Laurence Residence
Frank and Emma came up to the crime scene in Frank's car.

Frank brought his car to a stop in front of the high end house.

Frank and Emma got out of Frank's car and walked into the crime scene.

Frank: Guy was hardly starving. What do we know?

Emma: His name is Gabe Laurence, his body was found by his maid this morning, cause of death is still unknown.

Frank and Emma found the body in the living room, with a large, gaping hole in his chest.

Frank: Cause of death seems pretty obvious. Is the coroner still here?

Emma: In the next room, I will go get him.

Frank: Thanks.

Frank examined Gabe's body closely, and found that his rib cage was pushed out, indicating that what killed him bursted through his chest.

Frank was perplexed by the cause of death.

Emma returned with the coroner.

Coroner: Detective Lopez, you rang?

Frank: In your professional opinion, what do you think killed him?

Coroner: You know as much as I do, something broke through his chest, and it appears that he died from the trauma.

Frank: You didn't find anything weird?

Coroner: Actually, yes I did, I found a small amount of some kind of acid in his chest, I sent a sample to the lab, I'm expecting results soon.

Frank: Let me know when they come in.

Coroner: Will do.

The coroner left the room.

Frank looked around the room and found a trail of blood leading out of the house and over the house's garden wall.

Emma: Find something?

Frank: Yeah, I think that whatever killed Gabe ran off.

Emma: Wait, you think that whatever blew through Gabe's chest was some kind of animal?

Frank looked at Emma in confusion.

Frank: I sure as hell hope so....