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Howling at a concrete jungle Started by: IShotTheSheriff on Nov 09, '08 19:15
Sheriff leaned over the building's roof and peared down at the street. The distance from her to the ground was about seven stories. It was a little mind dizzying and she ended up falling back on the hard concrete after a little bit. Heights were never her thing, but this job was special.

After trying the ledge again she was able to get a plan together as Sheriff sat against one of the roofs many ceiling windows. Currently she was on top of the Detroit's city bank which was directly across from town hall.

There were rumors spreading that the Sheriff of detroit was not of this world. Back alleys and street corners were full of whispers that Detroit's head of police, Sheriff Jake Gallop was a little bit less human then the rest of us. This never bothered Sheriff, she continued on with her 7-11 busts like nothing had changed, but things became very personal last night.

Her boss and left hand were caught by this mysterious new Sheriff and thrown in the slammer. Usually when this happens Marietta pays the cops off and they let her free, not this time. When the first rescue party went in they came back with nothing, saying Marietta and Tatiana were not in the regular holding cells.

So where were they?

The thought puzzled Sheriff as she talked it over with Zoey. Zoey had sent out her own team to see if they could hunt down the missing mob boss and left hand. Sheriff took her own route. She listened to the street gossip, rumors and drunken bums until she thought she had figured it out.

She was able to put together that Detroit's Sheriff had a secret lair underneath city hall where he took his prized possesions, which were usually people. His new favorites seemed to be Marietta and Tatiana. Sheriff was furuious when she found out this news. That's when she decided to do something about it.

Which brings her to sitting on a roof, looking over a building and haveing feelings of plummiting to her death if she doesn't do everything perfectly. It was common knowledge that every sunday night the police force would kick of the week with some erotic dancing. Tonight they'd have a treat of having Sheriff in their faces.

After getting to the ground Sheriff walked out of the back alley and over to the back door of town hall in a long black trench coat and high heals. The cool wind blew through her hair making her look even wilder. She moved her lips into a slow smile, showing off her pearly white teath when Sheriff approached the door. She winked and the door man let her in and escourted down the hall and into a room where a few other girls were.

Sheriff recognized some of the girls, she had stolen money from some of them when their pimp wasn't around. There was Jiller Kane and H. Cab trying to seduce one police officer, but he looked as if he was falling asleep. Sheriff was dissapointed in the quality the police men bought. Honestly, they could find so much better.

There were only about five men in the room and Sheriff told herself this would be easy, of course the two other prostitues would run away as soon as the blood started gushing in such an erotic way!

Sheriff's hand was pulled towards one of the men and he started to unbuttong her jacket, she quickly kicked him in the face and karate chopped the rest. If these men had been vampires she would have called herself Sheriff the vampire slayer.

Just like she thought the girls ran like the wind out of the room and down the hall. Sheriff made her way out of the room also, but when the oppisite way, towards the basement stairs. Sheriff took each step slowly as she entered the pit of doom. Finally reaching the bottom she looked into the large basement and there standing in the middle was the sheriff of Detroit. He stood in a circle and above the window let in the moonlight.

Sheriff moved farther into the room to see if she could find Marietta and Tatianna, but suddenly a loud growl came from the direction of Detroit's sheriff. As the mood light scattered across the sheriff's body his skin started to stretch and his body started to shake. Hair was quickly growing in places it shouldn't grow, thick fur and his teeth started to sharpen.

Sheriff watched the site and just as she thought it wouldn't get any worse she saw her boss and left hand tied to a poll in the middle of the room. The sheriff looked at the young ladys as if they were dinner and he quickly turned into a werewolf!

She grabbed her gun out of her purse and thanked the stars that she just so happened to bring silver bullets with her tonight. The sheriff had made his full transformation, but he still hadn't noticed that Sheriff was in the room with them. The sheriff started to make his way towards Sheriff's friends so she shot him in the head. The sheriff fell to the ground, Sheriff had rid the world of the mystical evil and saved her friends.


I Shot The Sheriff!
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swims near the docks in the ocean


Ishottheshierff usally came here to dump off bodies


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smells blood in the water as IShotTheSheirff dumpe da fresh werewolf body in the ocean


shark rams it to make sure its tender then gulps it down


Thanks IshotTheShierff!
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