Denise cackles at the look on Kenneth's face as his eyes go wide. The long blade of the Swiss Army knife cuts through his hair, deep through his neck, and out through his locks of gold on the other side. The eight-year old grins to himself as he watches the lion man die like in some bad horror movie, reaching for his throat, gurgling as he hit the tile of the shower almost immediately.
Stephanie grins and wipes the blade off, washing it in the hot shower water as she steps to one side to make sure none of Ken's blood touches her furry and clawed feet. "Oh my god," she said sweetly, "I've killed Kenny." You bastard, she added mentally.
She raised up her hair a bit, and reached to the back of the ring around her neck that held up her swimsuit. Finding a good location, she clipped the knife there out of view, hidden by her hair. She kicked Kenneth once, and said, "Didn't see that one coming, did you? I'll see you in the afterlife," she giggled and closed the shower curtain behind her, it already splatter with blood.
She looked over her swimsuit to make sure none of his blood had gotten on her, cupped her breasts as a reflex of some kind from them being a bit in the way, and stepped over to the front opening to the lockers. She took a deep breath and considered that for once she would have to scream like a girl.
Reaching her head back, she let loose what she thought would be a scream… but being humanoid didn't change too much what a skunk sounds like when it screams. It's a strange noise, to be sure, but it was at least a note of danger for humans and part-humans alike all around the beach. It ended on a higher, human-note, as she ran outside the locker rooms stopped to look around.
Everyone on the beach stopped to look over at her, and she did her best to put tears in her eyes, "Someone's killed him!" she said, turning and running around the building to the cops.
As she nearly got hit by one car as she wasn't looking she ran up to the police officer in the booth. Only one of the two cars was still parked outside, she noted, and she began bagging on the window, "You gotta help! There's a man dead in the women's showers!" she yelled.
The cop gave her a look like she was crazy, but additional screams of horror and calls for police came from behind her at the lockers. Quick, she thought, If that woman with the little girl gets interviewed, this idea's going to fall flat quick, she thought.
The cop in the car pulled out into the intersection and pulled up over the curb onto the sand. Stephanie looked at the man behind the glass in the police kiosk and said, "Aren't you going to help?"
The man looked at her, and quickly stepped over to the side of the room. He unlocked the door and stepped just into the doorway. He looked at her, the across the street. Giving her a look, he said, "Serve and protect," he nodded as the other police officer waved at him to come forward.
She gave him a hug, her breasts against him, and gave him a kiss. She stepped back towards the building, and out of his way, "Thank you," she said. "Please, you gotta help."
The officer tipped his had to her and hurried off in the direction of the crime. As he left, the door to the police kiosk quickly began to close. Stephanie slid her foot in so the door wouldn't shut and lock, then looked around to make sure no one was watching. Everyone seemed distracted enough, so she ducked her head, and slipped inside to get geared up.