As night fell, there was a knock on the door.
Two knocks.
"Mary, this is the police. Open up"
The raccoon scampered out from under the bed, and scurried over to the ledge above the main door. The odd sounds were interesting, but she didn't want to get close enough.
The door slammed open, and a single police officer walked cautiously through the door. Mary stayed still, too scared to move. He flipped on the light, and walked over to the table that the vials were on.
"My vials! My shines!" She thought, and immediately sprung into action. She let out a ear bleeding screech, causing the officer to turn around at the sound of the noise. Using her strong haunches, she launched herself at the young man's face.
Her claws landed in his scalp, causing him to flail his arms wildly. He knocked over the box, causing the juices of several vials to spill on the floor. He fell down with them, getting some of the liquid in his hair. Mary let go, and scampered away.
"What the hell was that?" The officer asked himself as he got up, the juices from the vials dripping in his scalp.
Mary stood in the corner, studying the man. She slowly scampered to the man, her paws stepping through the puddle. The two of them stared down each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.