Jerry's Story: A Narrative Fiction

The two detectives were patiently waiting at their desks for their new assignments. Jerry had been with the police department for over twenty years starting out as a beat cop working his way up to detective in four and a Sergeant in ten. Soon after his promotion, Jerry became ill. The doctor informed him he needed to find a less stressful job if he didn't want his health to decline any further." Since police work was the only thing he knew, he decided to step down from the position instead of completely giving up his career.
Kirk started out as a beat cop as he was working his way through forensics. He worked in the lab for ten years before deciding he needed a change. Jerry suggested he become a detective, work alongside him in the field.
Rachel, she's always getting on to me about my eating habits but without those two, I wouldn't have had the courage to take a chance on love again,” he thinks, remembering how he and Sharon gracefully waltzed across the ballroom floor.
"I hope we have more dates like tonight," he thinks, picturing Sharon's beautiful face smiling at him." His cell phone interrupts his thoughts.
"Just checking in with you, bud."
"Hi captain, I'm still cruising the south side of town, but haven't noticed anything suspicious yet."
"The others haven't either. I'm thinking we should call it a night, try again tomorrow."
"Whatever you say, boss."
"How was your date, lover boy?"
"It was wonderful until you called and interrupted me."
"Maybe you can pick up where you left off."
"She's probably asleep by now,” he says glancing towards the digital clock.
"Sharon, I doubt that. She's probably sitting on her couch watching a stupid chick flick or something."
"You think so?"
"There’s only one way to find out."
"Do you really think I should go over there? I mean it's only been a couple of hours since I saw her last."
"You've got to strike while the fire is hot,
He was the one who convinced the entire tribe that his family was witches and it wasn't safe to be around them. The creature could understand why most believed him. He was the wisest, the most powerful man in the village, but Little Hawk? The one who he grew up with, his best friend, his blood brother? He should've known the creature would never dream of hurting him. Yet it was Little Hawk who lured his family into the deadly trap, the one who cheered the loudest when his family's home went up in flames. He was also the first to run when the creature walk out of the fire engulfed house.
He’ll never forget the shock on the citizens faces as he emerged out of the fire. He stood on the porch steps, his clothes completely immersed in flames. Looking out in the crowd with tears rolling down his soot-smudged face the beast angrily screamed.
"I'll come back and kill every one of you if it's the last thing I do." Brushing the tears off his face, he looks back towards town. His friend was whistling as he strolled down the sidewalk towards his house. Imitating the medicine's man's voice, the beast calls out to him.
"Little Hawk, come quick!"
"Where are you?"
"Over here, I need your help." Little Hawk dashes towards the voice.
"What is it?" he asks running through the dense forest."
"Over here." The beast replies.
"Where?"
"Over here, by the creek." Not seeing anyone at the creek, he starts looking around. Pouncing on top of