The six policemen pointed their guns at Zehnder, a little unsure of what to do, as they were in the presence of this intimidating being.
“Hands where I can see ‘em!” One of them shouted out.
Zehnder snarled at them.
“Esther, stay behind me.” He said quietly to Esther, and stood in front of her.
“We can take them on, right?” Esther said back to him quietly, and took her hammer out of her bag, “They’re not so tough!”
“No. Stay behind me.” Zehnder took her hammer from her and tossed it to the side.
“Fine.” Esther grumbled, but obeyed.
“I said hands up! . . . You!” The cop yelled.
Zehnder growled. He reached up and pulled his bandanna down, revealing his blank face. The skin around where his mouth should be ripped open, baring his crimson teeth. Black blood poured from the ripped skin and down his face.
“W-what the fuck is that thing!?” One of the cops shouted, frightened.
Zehnder roared at them, little droplets of blood spraying from his bleeding mouth. He took a step forward, and several large barbed tendrils emerged from his back and swayed in the air.
“Just shoot it! Kill it! Kill it!” Another one of them shouted. All of the policemen began shooting at Zehnder, who roared again and took another step forward. Many bullets hit him, causing little to no effect of stopping him, and others flew past him.
The skin, around where Zehnder’s eyes should have been, ripped; not revealing his eyes, but causing more blood to cover his face.
“It’s not going down! What do we do!?” One of them shouted.
“Just keep shooting!” Another responded. They continued to shoot.
Esther crouched behind Zehnder, against the wall. Luckily, no bullets had hit her, but many of them had come close. She didn’t know what to do, only to try and wait it out. The police had not yet noticed her, as being distracted by Zehnder.
One of the bullets hit Zehnder in the abdomen, but went through him and hit the wall behind where Esther was. Zehnder had forgotten she was there in the excitement, but remembered and began walking backwards towards her.
He reached her, blocking the bullets with his body and large tendrils.
“Esther! Scream!” He shouted, barely audible under the sound of the guns firing.
“What?” Esther was confused and frightened.
“I said; scream!”
Zehnder’s skin on his face ripped more, revealing his bright yellow eyes.
“I said SCREAM DAMMIT!!!”
Two of the bullets flew past Zehnder and hit Esther in the side. She shrieked and fell over, blood pouring from her.
“Hey! Someone else is there!!” One of the cops shouted.
“Hold your fire; you don’t want to hit her!” Another commanded, thinking that she had screamed because of Zehnder.
Esther writhed in pain on the ground, a pool of blood forming around her. She gasped for air and looked up at Zehnder in agony.
“Z-Zehndy-! I-I-I got sho-!” She coughed, blood came from her mouth.
Zehnder turned towards the policemen, his piercing eyes made them freeze in terror. He roared savagely, more tendrils emerged from his back and swayed in the air maliciously. He stepped towards them, teeth bared ferociously. One of his tendrils shot forwards, its barbs large and sharp. It stuck one of them on the face, and lifted him into the air just by the fact that its barbs had impaled the side of his face.
He screamed as blood poured down his face and he dropped his gun.
“SHOOT IT! FOR FUCKS SAKE SHOOT IT!!!”
The others stared, horrified, but then realized their colleague’s plea for help and began shooting again.
Zehnder reached out with another tendril and wrapped it around the man’s waist. The barbs dug into him further, causing him to scream in pain. Zehnder roared again, furious; his bright yellow eyes glowing with anger. He pulled both of the tendrils away from each other, ripping the man in half. Blood and gore rained down on the others.
They kept shooting at him, several of them screaming as if they were the ones who got ripped apart. Zehnder reached forward and grabbed two of them, causing them to drop their guns. Instead of ripping them apart, he threw them behind him into the alley, where they fell; frozen by the shock of being thrown.
Picking up another one by the arm, he slammed them onto the hood of one of the police cars; breaking several of their bones and setting off the car’s alarm. The person was, surprisingly, still alive. But Zehnder left them to die slowly.
Zehnder turned towards the remaining two and hissed viciously.
“We can’t kill it! RUN!” One of them shouted, the other quickly agreed and they both began to run for their lives. Zehnder quickly grabbed one of the cars by the side before they could get too far, and flipped it. The car fell on top of one of them, killing him. The other one swore loudly, but continued running. Zehnder walked into the shadows, and then appeared in front of the fleeing man.
Esther was on the ground, trying to remain conscious. She heard that man that had tried to escape scream, and then the odd but gruesome sound of flesh and bone being ripped from a body. She tried to get up, but fell again.
The two policemen that Zehnder had thrown into the alley got up slowly.
“Shit!” One of them cried, when they saw Esther. They both ran over to her to try and help her.
Esther didn’t even notice them; she was looking at the entrance of the alley. She was waiting for Zehnder to come back.
“Zehn-” She broke into a fit of coughs and gasps, as more blood came from her mouth.
One of the policemen took out his phone and quickly began calling for an ambulance. Esther tried to get up, to go back to Zehnder. But one of the cops told her to not move, so she wouldn’t lose more blood.
Esther kept her eyes on the street, waiting for Zehnder to appear, calling out his name weakly as she slipped away from consciousness.
“Zehnder . . .”