the figure

a dark figure searches for a lost little girl... and finds her.

Writing prompt: What is a monster? And angel? Use them in the same scene.

The door busted open, a figure in a trench coat and a hat walked in. The room was dark and musty, it was obvious no one had been in there for a long time.
“Hello?” the figure said in a deep voice.
The only answer that was returned was a deep still silence. The figure began to look around slowly and carefully as it walked around the room. It Paused to opened drawers in a dresser stored there, turned couch cushions over, opened any and all cabinets.
“Where are you?” the figure said softly in a tone slightly above a whisper,” I know your here.”
Slowly and meticulously the figure made its way around the room, and obviously frustrated in not finding what it was looking for in this room it then moved out of this room into another. This figure was not being neat or nice about its quest, but in fact was being quick.
After a few minutes of going from room to room, it made its way to what looked like a kitchen. As he was looking through the cabinets, it was definitely getting more and more frustrated as whatever it was looking for could not be found. Being quiet for this thing was getting harder and harder to do, yet the thing knew it had to be quiet, if it got discovered before it four the object, it would be over and done with.
The sound of a couple of dogs outside caught its attention and it froze. The sound only made the figure pause for but a moment as it looked outside of the window a second or two before he continued his search. A few short minutes after the figure finished its search of this place. The figure stood in the center of the living room, with one hand upon its hips, and the other stroked its chin.
“I thought you were here,” It remarked softly to itsself,” I guess I was wrong.”
The figure turned to leave out the door he entered this place through, and just before he left It paused in the doorway of the room. Something had caught his eye, for what ever the reason was he didn’t know, but in his line of work it had learned never overlook a hunch.
The figure turned its head and looked at a pot belly stove in the corner of what looked like the living room. It sat there for what had seemed forever, obvious not having been touched since someone lived in this dump a long time ago. Slowly, the figure walked over to it, reached down and opened the door on the front door.
“Ok, what secrets are you hiding?” it asked as the figure bent over and looked inside.
The air got even more still and silent, no sounds were being made from inside the apartment. The only sound heard was the dogs that it heard earlier. It had no light with him, but it didn’t need it, it had good night vision, the best. He looked around inside, but had to take a knee to get a really good look inside.
“There you are,” it said as it reached inside the stove and pulled out what was left of a pair of partially burnt piece of cloth,” now what are you doing in here. The figure examined the piece of cloth for a second more before it realized exactly what he was holding.
“Oh my God!” he said out loud as he realized he was in a bad place right then.
But that was just before the sound of someone approaching the front door attracted his attention.
having no plan for this, it had to move quickly as the figure ducked behind the couch and then silently crawled on the dusty dirty floor into the kitchen.
Once he was in there, he stood up again and caught sight of the dogs playing in the yard, not too strange other than the fact that it was late at night and most dogs sleep the night through, not play games with each others in the yard.
It was becoming more bothersome that they were playing tug-o-war in the back yard with something then the time of day, while it was still a concern as they weren’t paying it earlier. He felt the need to stop and look at the dogs, he slipped quietly out the back door and stood in the shadow of the building and watched only to find out that they were playing tug-o-war with what looked like, in the darkness, a leg bone of some type, then the shiny back object at the end of the leg was what did it for him. It was a child’s patent leather shoe, a young girl’s shoe to be honest.
“What the hell?” a voice stated from behind the creature.
Its voice filled with anger and fear. But before it could react, the creature was hit from behind. It’s body went tumbling down the three steps, landing on its stomach face down in the cold wet thick mud of the back yard. It must have lost consciousness for a second or two before it became aware the he was laying there, face down in the mud. As he laid there a second figuring everything out, he rolled over onto his back, he wiped the mud out of its eyes as he saw the guy in the kitchen.
He was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, muttering to himself, actually almost having someform of a conversation with himself about finding this thing in its kitchen.
This figure had gotten back up to its feet unnoticed by the talking man inside, and moved out of sight in the yard. He took refuge in the shadow of the old house. It knew the shadow of the house would make it hard for hi to see him through the kitchen back door.
After a few second the man stepped outside onto the porch again he noticed that the body of the intruder was gone. He looked around to see of he could see any trace of the intruder, and because of the rain, that was really impossible.
“Dam!” he whispered to himself obviously not see the thing beside the porch in the shadows.
He said nothing more, just snapped his fingers, as if by complete control, the dogs stopped playing and relinquished control of the leg. With another snap of his fingers the dogs ran happily back into the house while the man took one more look around and followed them back inside.
The figure realizing that he was most probably hurt, by the amount of pain that wa coming from the bacisde of his head, he thought he should try and get out of there while the getting is good. After all he had what he came there for, proof.
Now the police could comeback and randsack his place and find the rest of the evidence they needed. The creature began to make his way to the back gate of the yard by trying to keep to the shadows of the fence, hoping he would not have been seen.
As he made his way through the darkness he was surprised when the darkness instantly disappeared replaced by the brightest of lights which seemed to light up the whole yard illeminatinfg all of the shadows that existed there, exposing the figure to being found out.
“I knew you were there,” the voice said once again,” I knew I had hurt you.”
The figure turned around and faced the man standing on the porch, hands on his hips a cigar in his mouth and a smile on his face.
“Dam!” the figure, now exposed as a man exclaimed,” you aren’t good enough to beat me.”
“Yes, I am,” he stated foolishly,” I just did.”
The man started laughing as he stood there not having the advantage any longer, but as he stood there, one of the two dogs this guy had came around behind him. The beasts growl was vicious enough but add to it the size of the teeth in its mouth and they had a taste for human flesh that made them even more scary.
“Deanna!” he called out to the dog,” Kill him.”
Without so much a muscle twitch the dog jumped off the porch and charged towards the figure, teeth bared and very upset that someone or something would enter their area. The figure moved like it was a simple reflex when the animal approached it was all to easy to dispatch the one dog from this life, its hot blood squirted out like a fountain as the man ripped its jaw from its skull in a single move. While the other one, kept out of sight of any window in the apartment.
“Cujo!” the man shouted its name but once, and the dog went right through the window towards this intruder, “Kill him.”
Taking a defensive stance once again, was not something that the figure wanted to do, but he really didn’t have much choice in the matter anymore. The dog leaped at the figure standing his ground without fear. This was a 100-pound dog at least, but he made a 30-foot leap without a further thought.
However, the figure, now the man, quickly produced a long knife from his coat pocket and thrust it deeply into the dog’s chest as the animal’s body came down. It must have killed it instantly as the dog made no further sound when its lifeless body crashed onto the floor. After both animals were put down, the figure approached the guy on the porch and stood nose to nose with a monster of a man.
“You can’t win this, “I stated.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the occupant of the house next door looking to see what or who was going on but saw nothing. And in reality, there was nothing to see.
It was quite obvious that this figure was upset, as he picked up on of the carcasses and tossed it through one window, and the other through another.
“What the hell,” the occupant said,” My dogs...”
As the occupant approached his house and looked around at the man still standing on the porch. the figure pushed him to the ground, then stepped on his chest.
“What are you doing in my place? ' he demanded.
“Looking!”
“Looking?” he demanded,” looking for what there is nothing here.”
“You are right, there is nothing here… now,” the figure said as he tossed the underwear at him, hitting him in the face,” Because, you know… I found something, I would say.”
“Hey I found those!” he said nervously as he knew that they would never understand, “I had nothing to do with the little girl’s disappearance.”
The figure stood there looking at him, and shook his head in disbelief.
“That's not proof of anything,” The unsightly man stated trying to refute what was being told to him.
“No,” the figure continued,” your right. It isn't.”
“Yeah!” the man started mocking the figure,” You got nothing.”
“I didn't until you let the dogs play with her leg and I found it.”
The smile left the man's face, as he knew he was caught and had no way of getting out of it.
“Ok,” he said, sorrowfully,” You got me. I did it. Take me in I am sick and need help.”
“Help?” the figure said angrily,” Oh, you need help alright.”
“Y-y-y-yes,” the man begged knowing he may never make it to jail as he was fearing for his life, “I need help.”
With a big burst of anger, and rage, the figure moved his hand and swung the cleaver at this man, hitting him squarely in the head. The man’s movements stopped instantly, yet the figure just began to swing, hitting this man in the same spot time and time again and again.
As the cleaver impacted with this man’s head, it shot a stream of hot blood out , splashing it up on the walls. Once the figure stopped swinging the cleaver, he dropped it and casually walked out of the apartment, leaving the door open for the authorities to find.
“Yes, you are not a monster,” he said as he walked away,” you are a dog, and dogs get put down.”