Eye of the Storm.(Riot Plot)

Knock Knock.

...

He wasn't going to answer was he? How rude! Sure, he was likely hiding, considering his reputation as officer number 3 in two famous mutant beat down videos now. Unfortunately that also made him a witness to the second of the two.

Mister Samson really couldn't allow that, now could he?

"I-I've got a gun! If you try to come in here.... I'll... I'll shoot you!"

"Oh... You will, will you? What ever will I do, the brave police officer has a gun. Oh, that's right... I have four. Good night officer Berry."

BRRRAKARAKARAKARAKARAKATATAT!

The presented text couldn't properly describe the cacophony of four fully automatic weapons tearing through a door and the surrounding walls with any accuracy. Needless to say it was loud, and the muffled laughter that it covered did the best job it could to ring through.

"EEAAAH-RATATA-HAH-TATATA-HEEEEHEEE-TATATA-HAWHAW-TATATATAT!"

Oh, right, he was out of ammo. The four guns were dropped in place. He had no finger prints, nor easily accessible DNA, and the weapons were illegally produced without serial numbers, and bought anonymously; leaving them behind was no big deal. The giant bug walked though the nearly disintegrated door into the room, still giggling like a little school girl under his breath.

"Ohhhhh officerrr~ Where aaaaare you?" There was blood... Lots of it. It wasn't like he was going to miss. The giant bug danced a beautiful ballet as he followed the trail into the kitchen, and turned to open the fridge, tapping his mandibles with two giddy fingers as he made a selection- ohh, they had a cheese ball! He loved those!

Officer Donald Berry sat slumped in the corner, trying to raise his revolver with little success, having been filled with bullets.

"Y-you... monster."

"Oh, now, stop with the flattery, good sir, I'm going to kill you, either way."

He grabbed the ball of cheese, and slammed the door shut, pulling up a chair and sitting in it backwards right in front of the dying man. "It's a little too late to try and get on my good side."

"They... They won't let you get away with this you.... you #@$%ing freak!"

"Who? Your friends? Your partner... You really don't think you're the first house I've visited today... Give me some credit!"

"No..."

"Yes! Your partner is dead! I ate his kids! They were tasty-" BLAM!

". . ." The man had managed to raise his gun; a superhuman feat, considering he'd taken four bullets to that arm. Roach looked down intensely at his fallen antennae on the floor. "I suppose this means our conversation is over..."

Roach then proceeded to beat the man the rest of the way to the pearly gates with a ball of cheese.