Wolf Hearts

Why did I do that, why the hell did I do that? Grabbing her cheek like that, this isn't some chick flick Frank! I pulled my hand down and started scratching the back of my head. I noticed there was a crimson liquid dripping around Sally's feet. I went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a rag and some Neosporin
"What are you doing?" She asked
"You need to clean that out, if you don't, it could fester and give you an infection" I explained as I gestured to the stool in front of the counter
"Oh, thank you then" Sally whispered as she sat down
"No problem, I've dealt with this kind of thing for a while now"
I started putting the Neosporin into the wound, she flinched at first contact, but generally got used to the light sting of it
"What do you mean, you're used to dealing with this?" She interrogated
"There's a couple of bullies at school who throw me against lockers, so I tend to get a bloody head once in a while"
"Have you ever hit back?"
"What? No, never"
"Then you need to hit back, they'll only leave you alone if you hit back"
"But, there's three of them"
"Then you hit back even harder, you've got that knife, as long as you're smart, you can fight with that if need be"
"What if they try to kill me? What then?"
"Then I'll be there, I will help you"
The bleeding stopped, I took the rag off her head and threw it down the laundry shoot. When I walked around the corner, she was feeling the back of her head, and picking at it.
"Sally don't touch it, it'll open and I'll have to do it all over again"
She moved her hands down to her side, before standing up and looking at me. Crap, what do we do now?
"So, are you tired?"
She shook her head and looked around, her eyes landing on the tv.
"Could we watch a movie?"
"Sure, can you eat popcorn?"
"As long as it doesn't have salt on it, I'm fine"
"Cool, I'll go make some and ,if you want, you can borrow some pajamas from my room"
"Thank you, I'll go get some then"
Once she turned the corner, I put the popcorn in the microwave. The beep of the microwave went off as I pulled out two bowls, I poured the bag into the bowls and turned around. There she was, wearing a blue t-shirt and black pajama pants with little stars all over them. She walked over as I was holding out her bowl, I told her I didn't put anything on it and she thanked me, then we both sat down on the couch.
"So what are we watching?"
"I don't know if you've heard of it or not, but it's called The Wolfman, it's a werewolf movie, it's pretty old, but I think you'd like it"
She smiled as I placed the movie in the VCR, I turned off all the lights as the ads began to play. When the movie started, she seemed a little distant, she was watching the movie, but her mind was in another place. I really ignored what just happened to her ten minutes ago, I didn't want to cause her to freak out about it, so instead of confronting her about it, I let it be. Around the time when people really started dying, she was brought back to the living room, she was holding her hand up to her mouth. Not because she was shocked, I heard giggles from behind her hand, I started smiling like an idiot, just by watching her. Her little quirks made her fun to be around, Mom said that when you have a big crush on someone, you know that you do when you notice all the little things they do that make you happy. The movie ended and she really started laughing like a maniac, like I said before, her laughter is contagious. When she calmed down, she looked over at me and smiled like the Cheshire Cat
"I liked that movie, it was the funniest thing I've seen in a while"
"I'm glad you liked it, you psychopath"
"What did I do?"
"You were laughing when people were dying"
"Says the person who stabbed a tree"
"Says the person who said we couldn't be friends"
"Alright you win, I'm the psychopath"
We started laughing again, she grabbed her stomach and I was slapping my knee. Yet again, we calmed down, but this time her smile was replaced with a frown
"I have to go home"
"What?"
"It's getting late, I can't stay, my dad is probably worried about me"
She started to get up but I grabbed her arm, pulling her back down
"Please stay, I don't want you getting hurt again Sally"
"Frank, let go-"
"I don't really care if he's your dad or not, I'm not letting you go back to that place tonight"
She stopped trying to pull away, she just stood there staring at me, she agreed she'd stay for tonight, but in the condition that she could go to sleep now. I told her she could sleep in my bed, she didn't argue, she just nodded and headed towards my room. I pulled out a blanket and fluffed the pillows, setting up the couch for me
*************************SALLY'S POV*****************************
Why didn't he let me go? Why does he care so much? I've only known him for two days, why is he not afraid? I kept pondering as I walked into his room, his room smelled good, like cologne or something the likes of that. I pulled the sedatives from under my dress, I placed it by the window, so I wouldn't smell it. I reached in the bag, grabbing the needle, filling it with the green liquid. I stuck it into my neck and injected all of it in, placing the needle back in the bag and putting the bag underneath my dress. I fell backwards onto the bed as darkness swallowed me, consuming me in a blanket of sleep. The last thought in my mind was I'm in love with someone who is going to die.
*****************CAPTAIN BIERSACK'S POV********************
I rubbed my tired eyes, the same pictures laughing at me, the way they've been laughing at me for two years. The Cold Cases of all Cold Cases, all victims completely stripped of anything organic, no known weapon for usage of murder, no suspects or witnesses, no fingerprints, and signs of any patterns. I threw the Manila folder to the desk and leaned back in my chair, ninety years, this case has been around for ninety years, all different states, no specific order. Nothing but dead ends and unexplainable incidents
"Andy?" A familiar female voice asks
"In here, Juliet"
Her brown eyes come through the door, she's holding a white folder and two Ziplock bags with things inside. I stand up and take them from her
"What are these?"
"Evidence from both the crime scenes"
I kissed her on the forehead and thanked her, she smiled and left as I opened the folder, two pictures fell to the floor and as I picked them up, I nearly dropped them again. Claw marks, it was unmistakeable, they were huge, wolves aren't common in New Jersey, so there's no way it was a normal wolf. I picked up my notebook, flipping to the page with my suspects for this particular case. I crossed off Satanism and began to write down two more possibilities, the second one was a bit ridiculous, but I wanted to investigate anyway. I wrote down
Long, Wolverine-like claws
Werewolves

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