text: [Themes: horror, horror]
  
  Drew stumbled as he walked into the workplace. A few people in cubicles looked up at him, but they quickly looked away. Why did they look away? Was there something on his face, still? Could people see the blood? Drew looked at his hands – there was nothing there. He rubbed his hands together, just to make sure there was no trace of blood on his hands. Whose blood? Drew looked around to see if anyone noticed him wiping off his hands. It didn't appear anyone was watching. He slipped around the corner and into his seat.
  He sat down as his computer and started to log into his account. He typed his password wrong. He went to type it again and noticed his hands were still shaking. What was going on? He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He carefully typed his password and logged into his work computer. He jumped and almost fell out of his chair when a co-worker walked behind him. She asked, "Hey, Drew, you okay?"
  He replied, "Yeah, sure, I'm fine. Nothing to see here."
  She looked at him with a confused look, then walked away. Drew looked after her and wondered if she knew. Was it possible that she had seen him after work? Did she see him leave the bar last night to do whatever it was he did after he left? Does she know what he did? He watched her until she turned the corner and moved out of sight. This was crazy. If anyone from work knew what he did, they'd either talk to him or call the police.
  He tried to focus on the screen but was startled when the phone rang in the next cubicle. Could that be the police calling for him? Were they calling other people in the office to warn them away from him? He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of such thoughts. He told himself, "You don't even know for sure that you did anything last night." He knew he was trying to convince himself and he was failing. He was sure the police knew something now, and they were going to come for him. He had to get out of this place before they found him.
  
  > Drew should just head for the police department now before someone else gets hurt.
  Drew's mind continued to wander as he mindlessly walked towards the police station. He knew about where it was, though he had never been inside. He wasn't really sure what he was going to tell them. He didn't have any evidence at all. He supposed that he could stop by his apartment on the way to get some of the bloody clothes, but at this point, did that even matter? He looked at his hands. Were these the hands that had killed those people? Would he ever know? He looked up and realized that his feet had led him to the police station. He walked inside.
  Inside was just a small room with a couple doors and a large plastic window of some kind. Drew assumed it was bulletproof because obviously if people were to go nuts with a gun, the first place they would attack was the dispatcher at the police station. He walked up to the window and the uniformed officer behind it said through a small hole in the window, "Yes, may I help you sir?"
  Drew looked at the officer, then looked away. He took a deep breath and finally said, "It was me. I did it."
  "Yes, you did it sir. Thank you. Might I ask what in the world you're talking about?"
  "The murders. On Park Street. It was me."
  That got the officer's attention. He looked Drew over, then mumbled something into his shoulder radio microphone. He nodded to Drew and said, "Are you sure it was you?"
  Drew replied, "Well, I'm pretty sure. I kind of blacked out, but I woke up covered with blood. I still have the clothes you can use for evidence."
  At that moment, both of the side doors in the small room burst open. Two officers were approaching him from different sides. They had their hands up and one of them had a taser pointed at Drew. "Place your hands on your head. Now!"
  Drew looked down and put his hands on his head. As soon as he did, he was rushed by the four officers. They grabbed his hands, yanked his arms down behind him, then someone took his feet out from under him. He crashed into the ground and the wind was knocked from him. His arms were yanked around and he felt metal handcuffs close around his wrists. He arms were pulled once again as they dragged him to his feet. He didn't resist.
  One of the officers said, "So, you're a murderer, eh? What's your name, son, and where do you live?"
  Drew mumbled his name and address and had to repeat them as another officer wrote them down. The one behind the plastic called out, "And this is the address where we're going to find this evidence you have?"
  Drew said, "Yes," and then was quickly yanked through the door and led to a jail cell. He was unceremoniously tossed into the cell where he struggled to not fall to the ground again. The police left the handcuffs on.
  As the officer closed the jail cell he said, "We're going to check out this address now. We'll be back after we search the place."
  Drew just sat down on the small metal bed to wait.
  
  "This is Josh Broden, reporting live from the police station on Seventh Avenue, downtown.
  "There is breaking news from the police. They are reporting some kind of beast, or animal, or something was trapped in a jail cell. The thing tried to escape and the police had to kill it. Some have described it as a very large wolf, others said it was more like a bear.
  "Sources have revealed that no one seems to know how the creature go into the jail cell. One anonymous source told this reported that it was just suddenly there, snarling and biting. A guard shot the creature, but it didn't seem to slow down. Eventually it was killed by a combination of bullets, electrocution from tasers, and by simply beating it to death.
  "It was described as incredibly strong and dangerous. Other sources report that two police officers have been taken to the local hospital with non-life threatening injuries. Officially the police have not issued a statement about what the animal could have been, but this reporter has heard speculation that it may have been a werewolf?"