Target
Jack
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I pressed my hands to my forehead, and sighed. Work wasn't going very well right now. I also felt stressed about my son. I was lying to him, I wasn't an actor. My career, was in fact, a scientist. Why is this bad, you ask? Well nobody else took my work seriously. I was was one of those few who hunted for scientific evidence of the supernatural. Only I wasn't chasing Bigfoot, I was after the winged cats.
There is a large forest a few miles from our neighborhood. Nobody had ever gone into to it to return alive. The local legend was that the forest was cursed. The air seemed void of oxygen, and the very ground seemed to curl around your ankles. I knew there was life in the center. I had seen it, hundreds and thousands of cats, with wings. Only after observing them for a while, did I realize these were much larger that your normal house cat. They had various fur patterns and wing coloring. These creatures were smarter, leaner, and something else just seemed off about them. They seemed almost, magical.
It was like the very ground they walked seemed more lively. And the air they breathed was even fresher. It was so strange, it was also my life's mission to expose these animals to the world. Everyone had to know I had discovered a new species. It was my only revenge, and it was the best one.
The forest used to let me in, and there were many undiscovered creatures waiting. But that had changed, now I didn't have a reason to hide. And I had kept their secret for far to long.
Because now I would finally have the evidence to prove my theories. Just yesterday I had managed to shoot a winged cat out of the sky. It had wandered so far out of the safety of it's home. I used a rubber bullet of course, I didn't want it dead, only unconscious. The authorities could do whatever they wanted with it once I had my fame and glory.
I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible when I went up to old and abandoned house. Grunting at the discarded furniture, I carefully made my way around the bottom floor. When that heeded no prize, I checked the top floor. Growing more and more frustrated as it seemed as though all the rooms were empty. Until I came to the last, there were pieces of roofing tile, and a bit of fur. The creature had been here. On the edge of the splintered doorway I found a bit of blood. I made a sample of it to examine later. Then, something shined on the floor. Taking a closer look revealed what appeared to be the very outside layer of a claw. The thin covering that comes off when their claw grow. It wasn't a whitish gray color like normal cats, but a stunning silver.
This had come from my creature, probably during the panic of falling. Or they scraped along something. The cat had been here, but now it was gone. I sighed, someone must have taken it. Someone got here first and stole my prize. I angrily got up and stormed from the house. Why did everything have to be so hard? I didn't know what to do now.
I opened the door to my house and slammed it behind me. Then proceeded to my office, which was full of scientific dobobbles and doohickies. I sat down behind my desk and sighed. This wasn't good. I needed to get that cat, through whatever means possible. Then something came to me, the blood sample.
I ran it through my scanner and opened my laptop. Now I could see what type of blood it was. But the results were much more startling. The blood which I had taken came from a creature that was ten percent feline.
And ninety percent human.
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