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ictures while adults were dumbstrucked by the scenario before them. The minor town has already been surrounded by the authorities related to want happened last night in the motel, no one could describe what exactly happened but numerous same events has happened consecutively that got the town sheriff amazed and disturbed. Restraint yellow ropes were tied around the building to avoid citizens from entering the crime scene. Cops dressed in black and white outfits stood in the midst of the scene patrolling with shotguns and rifles in their hands while more cops dressed in overall black outfits walked out of the motel chattering. ZOOM! A red highlander zoomed in and halted rapidly before the scene, the chattering cops were attracted by the car and they walked towards it. Form the car he emerged. He was more like a remarkably built man, too muscular to be the sheriff. He was Scott Evans, a very bald man with narrow eyes and pointy nose, he also had a canine tattoo on his left shoulder that peeked through his white short sleeve t-shirt, he wore a brown trouser and white trainers. He was more like the Dwayne Johnson of the town. "Speak to me mate!" He ordered, his voice bossy and cold, almost dead emotionally. They were both his companions in his sheriff town, always keeping an eye out and Rapidfire has been not a major problem but one of their greatest problems. He at first never wanted to intrude in the deals Rapidfire is into because the vigilante was helping them in killing what he hates the most, vampires. But the sudden outburst that happened last night causing chaos in the middle of his town put peoples lives in danger, civilians could get attacked my the creatures or worst. "What did you find?" He asked again and this time, the duo cleared their throats. The first man was muscular but slender, he had a goatee beard and grey short hair. He was known as Dylan Dutch but many refer to him as D "Decayed bodies!" He answered. "Burnt into ashes!" The second added. He wasn't too slender nor muscular but averagely built with a large scar on his left cheek, named Matthew without a surname because many believed he grew up as an orphan. Scott frowned his face, probably confused "Burnt? By what exactly?" He asked to be precise. "Burnt without a trace of their presence left behind." Matthew emphasized thoughtfully and Scott heaved in pressure. Truthfully, It has been long since they've dealt with unnatural forces in his town, he has forgotten they still exists. "And you're sure it wasn't humans that were burnt alive." Scott asked again thoroughly. "Without the building completely burnt down, it would take approximately months for a human to decompose but with what we just saw back in there, those aren't humans." D added, speaking with disbelieve in his voice "and besides, we found this." He opened his right palm revealing in his palm a