A smirk rose upon Clay's bored lips as from his tired position behind the sturdy bars of a small lockup cell he eyes a police car hastily pull up to a sudden halt just outside the small old station. 
He rises quickly, nearing as close to the entrance as his confinement would allow.
He eagerly awaited any kind of interaction or update.

It had been hours now since Clay found himself left alone. Just him and the still silence of his own company in an otherwise empty office, not a single officer nearby, surely that was against protocol. 
Judging by the commotion and the urgency in which they all vacated earlier after heavily loading up with weapons, Clay knew something big was defiantly up, and he wanted to know exactly what.

Clay spots two cops hop out either side of the car. They looked the privileged sort, tall, muscular jocks. Probably had rich parents and became law enforces just to pull chicks with the uniform. 
One strode with a tense angry purpose, opening the rear door of the car, reaching in and pulling out an odd looking, short, balding middle aged man wrapped in excess dark material. The other officer went to the boot where he removed a large ninja sword.

Clay couldn't help but break out into a soft chuckle as he pieced the two together, this man had obviously been watching too many ninja action Hollywood movies. Clay's laugh ended when he saw blood on the blade, lots of it.

The cops bring the man and his murder weapon inside. 
Whatever this odd man had done it was clear that these two cops were not happy about it. Clay noticed the handcuffs digging into the mans hands so tight his skin had began turning blue. The bruises on his face and split skin on his forehead, judging from the way they violently pushed him about, probably them too.
It became all too clear how he got those marks as the main behind him raised his knee and pushing off with a powerful malicious kick sent the bound defenseless man awkwardly sprawling belly first hard onto the floor, unable to stop the impact.

The cop stood over the helpless man, drawing his baton and raising it over his head. "She had a demon..." The man on the floor desperately muttered on sobbing breaths having noticed the raised baton. 

'Thwack!' Something blurred off to the side in Clays peripheral vision coming from between some tall cabinets. The threatening cop stood dumbfound in shock, unable to move, then collapsed lifelessly before them. Before Clay knew what was going on gun fire loudly echoed out, thundering as the other cop shot wildly at something just outside of Clay's vision. 

Then he saw it, a sleek deadly monster, slick haunting skin and spiked features. It was made from nightmares. It screamed a horrible hiss at the cop who continued to pull the trigger of the gun that was now only clicking on empty chambers.
 
Clay saw the fear in the cops eyes as he looked down the beasts screaming mouth. He could smell it too as the running dripping of liquid fell from his uniform pants to the floor.
  
Suddenly something punched out of its mouth and right through the cops head. Then the creature turned towards Clay. The cops body thumped as it hit the floor. Frantically, wide-eyed a fearful Clay stumbled back against the wall, he was shaking, adrenaline burning through his veins like rocket fuel he could feel his heart beating madly, he continued to push himself against the wall.

Suddenly the alien stopped. The arrested man on the floor had stood himself up, both hands now in front of him and held the hilt of his bloody sword. Clay couldn't watch. He closed his eyes tight as the alien monster raised a strong claw-like hand. Clay could do nothing from his confinement and fear except wait for the bone shattering squelch and tear... Only it never came.

Clay opened his eyes.
The guy wasn't all Hollywood fantasy, he had moved quick, quicker then Clay thought possible for him. He had ducked the swing, swept up under the alien and pierced his blade up through the creatures skull. Clay had little time to rejoice in this hero's victory. He heard it the same time as the smell reached his nose. The sizzling of melting flesh. Clay watched on horrified as the monsters blood melted through the mans skin and face. Flesh falling away as he moaned in an awkward agonising pain.

The moment didn't last long, before the duo collapsed in a heap, the image however was burnt into his mind forever and would come back to haunt all his senses at the fall of every night, for the rest of his life, however long that would be.

The alien was dead, the cops were dead, the hero was dying and Clay could only curl up in a ball and lay in the corner of his cell awaiting a rescue or his death. Whichever would come first.