Mike Story

Author: Centuries of History.

"Hey Devil Mike, Come here for a second".
The police Cheif Jerom shouted from his office desk.

Mike Ferguson was also known as Devil Mike from when he was in the police academy,. He stood up from his chair, accidentally hitting his desk with his legs, and he could see how some coffee poured out from the mug, dropping down its side, staining the tissue that the mug was standing on.

But he did not bother with it and walked into Cheif Jeroms office.

"Look at this Mike" Jerom said before Mike even made it to Jerom's desk.
He was pointing at a bunch of pictures.
Mike looked down at the photos that were taken in the autopsy room. It was a man lying on the cold stainless steel table, but that is not what shocked Mike as he has seen many photos from the autopsy department but unfortunately, half of the man´s face was missing.

"Are those teeth marks?" Mike asked while trying to look closer at the man's face.
Chief Jerom just nodded and let out a small "mhm" and continued,

"We found him early this morning, but no suspects so far.
I am guessing some new drugs are in the works. We need to keep this investigation on the low to not cause panic".

Mike agreed, panic is the last thing they need, however they needed to find out what new drug caused this and stop it before anyone else gets hurt. If he just could have seen into the near future, maybe he could have done something more to protect people, instead of investigating a drug that did not exist.

The day went by, as he read the daily reports while trying to get ahold of some informers that were on the drug market, to no avail. The night was creeping in, and most investigators had gone home to their families.

Mike was married to his work, he did not have a family, and he was raised by a single mom that passed away a couple of years ago. His father was sent to prison when Mike was a small boy, and he died there a couple of years later. He ever since wanted to protect and serve, as he witnessed how cruel the world and some people in the world could be.

The clock showed midnight, and he was now all alone in his department. The only ones working in the building were the officers that worked the graveyard shift a level below, it was also the one level where the kitchen was, where you could get yourself some coffee and maybe a snack.

Mike took the stairs down, and he could only hear the echo of his steps in the stairway. The night shift seemed busy and must have been called out because there was not a soul on the whole level. He could hear sirens in the distance while he was pouring some lukewarm coffee.

He could not stop thinking of his case, he usually never got this attached to a case, but this stuck with him. Who was so sick-minded to make a drug that caused people to eat each other, or was it just a side effect of the drug they did not anticipate?

He took his coffee and went upstairs again, accidentally putting down his cup on the police report, staining it with a perfect circle around the words "no common drugs detected". Then the whole room went black, the computer in front of him turned off until the generator kicked in and the lights came back on.

Mike went to the window, and noticed that most of the city was blacked out, probably the ones that did not have a generator as the police station did. A blackout is never good, it usually means panic and maybe even plundering. Maybe he should head out, and help his fellow officers, it is not like he is coming closer to finding the drug at the moment. And they may need him more out there now.

He put on his protective gear, just in case. Nothing can be more dangerous than people fearing for their own life, and some people could not just handle a simple blackout. Hopefully, the blackout would be fixed very soon.

Mike stepped outside and heard a crunch of broken glass under his right shoe. He looked down as he lifted his foot, he had accidentally trampled on a pair of glasses. He could hear people screaming and shouting, cars driving away fast and honking, and even the sound of crashed cars filling the atmosphere, but the most disturbing thing is that he could no longer hear the sirens.

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