Others think he left the country altogether. Now, no one has really heard from him since. His reputation as a scientist dwindled into nothing. Beauregarde had published a paper about these various claims, but no one really took it seriously. He hypothesized that dinosaurs were active rather than sluggish, and some could be as smart as crows, as well as other avians. A while back, he had a theory about dinosaurs. He was an oddball to say the least, as the scientific community had disregarded many of his contributions. Perri Beauregarde, was an independent scientist. He blew his whistle madly, calling out to other officers in the area. The officer nearly passed out from the horrible sight. His eyes bulging out, in a forever shocked expression. His abdominal area was hollowed out, leaving nothing inside. Large chunks of his flesh were missing revealing muscle tissue, fragmented skin, and blood stained bones underneath. His body was covered in deep cuts revealing some muscle and bone underneath. It was a bloody mess of torn clothing and disembodied limbs. He soon came across the dead body of the officer. An animal from some other world - or rather, some other time.Ī long while later, nearly three in the morning, another officer was walking down the same empty street. The attacker lowered its head - and snorted. Blood drizzled from his neck, mouth and nose. The officer’s mouth hung open, in a gaping, frozen expression of terror. With a loud CRACK and CRUNCH! - he was dead. He felt the flesh on his neck tear apart as it sunk deeper. Then, something sharp dung into the back of his neck. He darted around to face whatever made that horrible noise - when he was tackled from behind. It was a loud shriek, it was so close, it hurt his ears. It wasn’t human, nor sounded like any animal he ever heard before. As the officer was minding his own business, he heard what sounded like the scream of a… of a… He didn’t know what it was. He lowered his nightstick and continued on. “As an officer, I have the power to use this nightstick, if you continue to joke around.” He stood his ground. He raised his nightstick up high as a warning. He, without a single worry in his head, walked over to the source of the sound. He spoke in a rather thick English accent. Then, an uneasy feeling came over the constable, as he turned around and saw something vanish out of his sight. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to see that someone - or rather, something was following him. He wandered down the streets with only a nightstick as a means of a weapon. Click, clack, click, clack, click - it was a lonely officer on his rounds. The street posts illuminated sections of the street, with brief, dark areas in between, before the next street post. Trumpeting across all of London for all to hear. A tugboat could be heard blowing its foghorn. It was 11:59, when Big Ben, by the River Thames, chimed. Thunder rumbled as lightning lit up the night in many brief flashes of light. The night sky was hidden away by the storm clouds above.
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