The Raging Bull

The Raging Bull

There once was a bull that would always go on a rage. Every afternoon like clockwork he would run into the town square and go on a rampage. Except he was no ordinary bull because right after the rampage the bull would disappear. No one has a clue how he disappears or where he goes.

My name is Miguel and I work for the town’s police as a physic helper. The police deemed it necessary for me to come in because the bull situation wasn’t making sense. They decided it was probably a supernatural problem. I had witnessed one of the mysterious bulls rages and felt a chill in the air while he was around. I knew it was only a matter of time before the police called for my help.

I had begun my own research on the town’s history and came up with a few possibilities. This was a spirit of a bull trying to tell us something or this was a curse put on the town by someone. There were no negative stories in the town’s history involving a bull, so I came to the conclusion that it was a curse casted by a curse user.

A curse user is a person who uses dark magic to manipulate wondering spirits. Now the big question is who? Who would use a wondering bulls spirit and enrage it to attack a town every afternoon?

My questions brought me to the local bull-riding arena. I thought where else would a curse user find a bull spirit to manipulate?

I wondered around asking the staff and regulars if any famous bulls had passed away recently. A long time worker told me that one of their oldest bulls had died about two months prior. This had to be the bull that the curse user was manipulating. I asked what I could about the bull and continued to ask if there were any out of the ordinary people hanging around the rodeo as well. Turns out there was a guy that no one seemed to know poking around the stalls not too long ago. They gave me a description and I made my way back to the police station so I could get a sketch artist to draw down the description of the man.

Once I had the sketch made, I kept it on my person until the next afternoon. Tomorrow afternoon will be the time I go to the square looking for the curse user. Curse users need to be near the spirit to manipulate it the way they want. My plan was the stalk the area until the time of the bulls rampage and identify the curse user in action.

The town square is a major area for businesses, so the police couldn’t get the area closed off. Citizens are just advised to leave the square during the afternoon times. Seems that people don’t listen though because there are plenty of people in the square eating and shopping. It’s very close to the time for the bull’s spirit to appear. I hope no one gets hurt but I’m sure they will run once he appears. I’m here to find one person.

Looking around I saw someone that was pretty close to my sketch but I had to get closer to make sure. But then suddenly, the bull appeared. This was no ordinary bull and he didn’t match the photos that I was shown of the long time rodeo bull. This bull was twice the size of a normal bull and its fur was as black as coal. Smoke was coming out of his nostrils as if he was burning on the inside. My heart broke for this beast that should have found peace in his death but instead was taken for granted by a curse user.

My gaze locked on to the curse user because I knew exactly who he was after the bull started to rage. Curse users must stay in eye contact with the spirit they are manipulating or they lose control. The guy I suspected earlier showed no fear when the bull appeared and hasn’t taken his eyes off the bull since appearing. Before the curse user can notice I am on to him, I leap on his back. We wrestle for a little bit but I got the upper hand on him and cuffed him.

I had called backup once I had a positive ID, so they were right on time to load him into a car after I cuffed him. The police read him his rights and it was off to the station.

Back at the station the arresting police put the suspect into an interrogating room for me. Apparently his legal name is Lenard Smith. He had no prior felonies.

“So Lenard,” I began my questioning, “why did use a bull to terrorize the town?”

“I didn’t set any bull on anyone, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” replied Lenard.

“Oh I think you do know what I’m talking about. I happen to be the physic for this police department and I know that you manipulated that dead bulls spirit. I also had a cop search your apartment once we had you in custody and we found enough evidence to prove you were behind these spiritual attacks. So how about we skip the witty banter and get to your explanation,” I said back to him.

Lenard seemed to give up his untouchable demeanor once he learned I was a physic and that his place was already searched.

“Okay okay,” Lenard began, “This all began a few months ago. I lost my job and had to start working in the square as a busser for one of the restaurants. I began to see how the rich lived and treated all the people around them and it made me sick. But I would always hear them talking about the rodeo this and the rodeo that. And that’s when I came up with the idea to use a creature they exploited for entertainment to scare them into place. I wanted to bring them down to everyone else’s level, because everyone gets scared the same. It doesn’t matter how much money you make, we’re all mortal.”

“So you exploited that same creature the same way the rich did but not for entertainment. It was to teach people a lesson?” I asked confused. “Doesn’t that make you just as bad as them? Your plan to bring the rich down to your level didn’t work though because they would still come day after day. Putting people in danger is not how you teach a lesson. You teach by example. You needed to be better than the nasty people and not bunch everyone up into the same lump of despicable. That just makes you despicable as well.”

I left him in the interrogation room to his thoughts. My job was done at that point. The police and the attorneys would take care of the rest. It didn’t sit well with me that one person would put so many in harms way because of his point of view on all the rich. The majority of a class cannot be judged because the indiscretions of a few. My hope is that everyone could get along with each other and learn to grow through differences. I head home with that hope and that hope fills me with strength to push forward day by day.