A Detective’s Obsession
guess you could say I was in the wrong place at the right time, or
the right place at the wrong time depending on the perspective. Ever
since I started investigating rumours of a masked woman riding a
monstrous cat after midnight….
first I was sceptical, figuring another urban legend had started up,
or people were having the same delusion. However it turned out the
truth was a touch stranger. Oh but I’m getting ahead of myself,
allow me to introduce myself, my name is Stu ‘Stupendous’ Carter and
I’m a Detective with the West Midlands Police based in Birmingham, or
I was when my story started.
was around 06:00 in the morning on the 7th of October 2014 when I
heard about the first sighting. There had been a series of muggings
but when the victims reported the crimes to the police their
statements were often incoherent ramblings about monsters, or that
they were attacked so fast they didn’t see who had attacked them.
time, however, the mugger had been interrupted, by who or what I
couldn’t say, and according to the attending officer the evidence
collected was baffling. An empty vial which turned out to contain
kale juice, and what appeared to be paw prints of an unknown animal.
It wasn’t until later that day that I found out the prints belonged
to some unidentified big cat. Needless to say the evidence concerning
the animal was confusing as there had been no reports of any big cats
going missing, nor were there any zoos nearby to where the attempted
mugging occurred. The victim wasn’t much help, he was dazed and
confused and kept babbling on about peaches, though there were no
signs of any fruit near the crime scene.
the brass weren’t happy with the lack of information that we were
finding out about the muggings, at most we had only determined that
they were happening after dark, though the location of each attack
had been in a different place within the city centre. It was decided
by the Chief Superintendent that a plain clothed detective would
patrol near and around the latest scene, and I drew the short straw.
I don’t remember much about what happened, what I do remember was
feeling an immense pain in my back, and as I crumpled to the floor, a
blurred shape reached into my suit pocket, distantly I heard this
tremendous yowling, and then all I see is the colour red, I think I
heard a female voice shout god damn it, at that point however I was
well on my way to unconsciousness. I had just became the latest
victim of the mugger.
woke up on a stretcher, en route to the hospital, from what the
paramedics told me an anonymous call had been made saying that a guy
had been knocked out beside St Vincent Street Bridge. When I arrived
at the hospital, my clothes were taken for the lab to examine, while
I was sent to get x-rayed to see how bad the damage was. Whatever
hit me had left bruising along my spine, which made moving rather
painful. This led to a month where I was essentially housebound
while I recovered, oh I kept getting updates about the case, though
the problem with being the latest victim is that I was no longer
allowed to investigate anything connected to the muggings, due to a
conflict of interest.
did let me know that more paw prints had been found, as well as an
unidentified liquid which had been found in a puddle nearby. Tests
carried out on the liquid were inconclusive, something seemed to
interfere with the mass spectrometer that the lab used for testing. I
was scheduled for a medical check up to see if it was safe for me to
go back to work, when I heard the latest news concerning the
muggings, we had a witness, or as close to a witness as we could get
given the information I was told.
jogger was out for a midnight run when he heard a scream coming from
a nearby underpass, when he went to see what the noise was he saw a
dark shape being chased by a red haired woman who appeared to be on
the back of the biggest damn cat he ever saw.
the doctors cleared me for active duty, and to celebrate, the lads at
the station took me out to a Lindsey Stirling concert that was being
held at the The Institute, we arrived just after the warm up act had
started, a cute redhead, I couldn’t tell you much about her as once
she started singing people seemed to forget what they were doing, we
were all entranced.
night seemed to pass quickly and before I knew it, me and the lads
were heading our separate ways, I was heading across the Great Barr
Street canal bridge, when I saw it.
ugliest thing I ever saw and yet I couldn’t describe it, whatever the
thing was though, it was being chased along the path that ran
parallel to the canal. I quickly doubled back and dropped down onto
the canal path, that’s when I caught the first glimpse of her,
whoever she was.
in green, or was it blue, with waves of red hair radiating down her
back, she moved with a dancer’s grace, which looked like it was
necessary as whatever it was that she’d been chasing, had decided to
watched as she danced out of the way of whatever she was fighting,
and I must admit to finding myself a little distracted by the
artistry of her movement, which is probably why I wasn’t paying
attention when a massive chunk of rock smashed into the ground right
beside me. The noise almost deafened me, but that was a secondary
concern compared to the splintered bits of rock which had struck me.
could feel blood start to flow down my leg, and it was because I was
inspecting my wounded leg that I stopped paying attention to the
fight, I’d been hurt bad, I took my phone out to make a call for
help, but it had been a casualty of the exploding rock as much as I
had, it was then that I started to get scared, the shock which had up
until now been numbing my system was starting to wear off, and I
could feel the pain in my leg building.
was then I heard a woman’s voice, it sounded way too polite for the
mixture of anger, curiosity and sadness I heard.
damn it!, you again, not exactly lucky are you”
got my first good look a her, almost the same height as me, with
flowing red hair framing an almost Irish pale face, then I noticed
her eyes, a shifting iridescent green surrounded by what appeared to
be a tattoo of a bird of some sort. Her lips were coloured almost
the same shade of red as her hair.
for what she was wearing, it appeared to be a green or was it blue,
figure hugging latex top, with a corset like midsection. Coupled with
black skin tight leather trousers and knee high shoes.
again? And just how am I unlucky?” I enquired through gritted teeth
as I felt as if I’d had a needle shoved into my leg.
first you get mugged by a Troll, and well…” the redhead replied
and then hesitated looking at me with pity.
was puzzled by her hesitation, though I did notice the pain in my leg
I don’t know how to say this, I’m not usually…” she continued
not usually what?” I asked, starting to get worried that I wouldn’t
get my leg seen to any time soon.
a deep breath, her iridescent eyes looked at me earnestly.
not usually someone who talks to ghosts”