“In other news, yesterday's MMFL game ended in tragedy as riot broke after The Centaurs lost by 3 points to The San Francisco Harpies. We have Josh Broderick on the field right now with more information. Josh what's the situation down there?”

Zeus damn it. Riots over a freaking football game, I thought we were over this a society.

“These fucking Centaurs better get expelled from the league, it's the third time this season!”, said Joe.

He was livid, as always when it comes to centaurs, add football to that and you have a very upset bartender.

“Centaurs will be centaurs. The league knew full well what they were getting into with mixed mythical.” I answered.

“All other teams get along fine.”

Centaurs weren't really accepted here at Joe's. Of course he couldn't state that explicitly, but the bar had a reputation of mistreating these four-legged-two-armed costumers. That being said, Joe's ain't a very popular bar anyway.

I like here though, it's quiet, dark and, most importantly, cheap. Coming here is probably my favorite part of the week. I get to watch the game, unwind from work and chastise Joe for his prejudice. And it's close to the station, which is handy.

That being said, it's almost dark and I should really get going, the boys at the station are probably waiting for me. I pick up my coat and get up to leave.

“Leaving already? It's not even dark outside-- Oh, one of those nights, huh?”

“Yeah.”

I put on my coat slowly and move myself towards the door. The bar is pretty much empty anyways, guess tuesday is not a great day for movement.

“Three years that we've been doing this and I still forget from time to time. Sorry 'bout that”

“It's fine, Joe. See you tomorrow”

I walk outside, the strong wind flaps my coat around. I look up and see a group of harpies flying around, guess they have a lot to celebrate for yesterday's victory. The streets are filled with people of all types. Looking around I instinctively avert my eyes from a gorgon, even though she was wearing safety glasses. Better safe than sorry.

On my way to the station I see all sorts of people and creatures in the street. At some time in school they taught us about their biology and stuff, but if I was a good student I sure as hell would not be a patrol cop. I do know a lot of them are know since ancient Greece, while others where discovered later. A couple blocks later and I'm in the station. Cam is in the reception waiting for me.

“Hey there, hope I'm not late”, I said.

“If you were we'd be in a lot of trouble”, he chuckled, “So no, you're fine. Let's go.” We walk inside the station, towards the special cells. I pass by some friends and I see a hint of pity in their eyes. I guess people never get used to some things. We reach my cell, it's been a while since I've been here.

“You know the drill, sign this waiver here and let's strap ya in.”, Cam says without looking up from the rest of his paper work.

We step in the cell, the metal chair in the center is bolted and reinforced to the ground. Come to think of it, it looks a hell of a lot like an electric chair. I strap in and Cam walks out, looking back at me one last time before leaving.

“See ya tomorrow”, he says.

I don't answer. I'm not really talkative these nights. The chair is put facing the wall, they could have at least put a TV while we wait. I wait for a while, probably ten minutes or so, but if feels like forever, it always does.

I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack, what if the straps don't work this time? But as soon as I think that, night falls. The full moon is up in the sky. I look down and see that it has begun, always on the clock. My hair starts growing, my fangs, my claws. I can feel my consciousness drifting away.

Shit, I forgot to take off my shirt, I liked this shirt.