Chapter 3 :"Breathe in mystifying and cleanse away our hell and we 'll beg that there 's no God…"

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a week of investigation the case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the grounds room. The public and the media seemed only relieved that the drug overlord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibility that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or bug out a drug war. Immediate peril was all they ever feared. Mortals only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A quick fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their parties and frivolous spending and oblivious laugh. trusted, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell of a effective time- but he'd always been eagre to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to reverse back to the same turn every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so very much of his god lifespan to protect the mortals who only lived to be about fourscore years old though so many waste it with drug dependency and Cupid's itch. He sighed. It was because that was the knockout of deathrate ; the now was so much more forgiving than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one passion, and that was to piss sure they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the constabulary force, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his head wandered back to the cryptic female person he encountered over a week ago. It was hard to keep his thoughts far away from her for any prolonged period of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every moment of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty event that needed his attention was a difficult task when all he could hear in his judgment was the audio of her breathy groan rising to animalistic shriek of Passion of Christ, but not from their erotic session in the golf club, from the unfounded dreams that left him sweating every night that calendar week. Dane was growing impatient and irascible which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often receive a raised eyebrow or a thoughtful grunt from his partner, but never a verbal enquiry of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two class now and during the whole clock time will just seemed to be lull and watchful for the most share when he wasn't lighthearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, volition just managed to be both. The old man could always order the deviation between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, Will cleared his throat to imply the question"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met someone,"he said in a small vocalization.

"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"Will responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting men spinning a pen endlessly between ungratified fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the object a dozen times before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a little worried you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty jest exploded from his chest, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to jump-start a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersault just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Hadrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his manus in the same fashion as the young investigator.

"What seems to be the hubbub, gentlemen ?"asked foreman Bolton. volition's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the peck of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The top dog kept his gaze on the pen in his paw and waited for a reception. Finally, will answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sweat like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to stare in their direction now. Dane sunk his promontory low and cursed quietly to himself.

"tranquility, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chuckle even more, but at least the abrasive bellowing had ceased. honcho Bolton remained immune to the humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

"fountainhead Dane if you're through fantasizing about your new playmate, I'd like to blab out to you in my office about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


"What sort of opportunity ?"Hadrian smiled. That smile always made Dane feel a few degrees colder than usual.

"One that we hope will allow you to research new outgrowth of jurist and further your knowledge of the world around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the radical of other Whitney Moore Young Jr. men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple shit together then,"chimed in testament. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to follow Edgar Douglas Adrian into his office. chieftain Bolton closed the room access behind him and took a seat behind the generic Ellen Price Wood desk decorated with zip but a desktop computer and a placard that read"top dog Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was naught personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of family fellow member, favorite, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so bothersome if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five years. Will wrote him off to be a very private man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most dedicated investigator who I believe would be perfect for this organization. With the right education, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit flummox before he gathered his mentality.

"So what do you guys do at this organization ?"he asked.

"We focus on the improvement of society in both the civilian and political lap by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of passing mortality."Dane was not fazed and could comprehend clearly that he was talking about killing beingness of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the humans to live out their lives without the examination and fear of those who simply did not sympathize. He knew that some were life-threatening and got their squawk out of the suffering of frail beingness, but those were few and far between that there was no need for heavy force-out. However, the phone number of lore tool living in clinker City was growing every year and from what Publius Aelius Hadrianus Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to exterminate every in conclusion one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the traditional knowledge, but even he couldn't figure out what he was, or retrieve any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication task and wondered what form of history Baron Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a beat, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Baron Adrian managed to hide his disappointment well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this administration exists or why I'm asking you to get together it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his seat, beckoning his hirer to continue. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two yr ago, a subject opened up about a little girl who was kidnapped on her way plate from school. The little girl, Emily Tyson, was only six eld old and had dreams of becoming a danseuse. law searched for days for little Emily and they finally found her frigidness and starving in the metro restrooms. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her days in the tunnel, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnel to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the anatomy of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome parents in the upper-middle class. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her forefather alive. She had already eaten the entire lower one-half and the arm of her female parent's live body when the police raided the firm. The men opened fire but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to expiry in Cinder City General Hospital. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

Dane looked nauseously at his own manpower."Why are you telling me this ?"

"Because the people of Cinder urban center are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last nut of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to shoot down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs someone who has the backbone to attract the trigger for the saki of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many masses can't palm the idea that there are more grave things out there than the perverted, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a secure young man who I know can rise up to the social occasion to make a difference in the biography of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the boss swiveled his chair around to face up the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the room access, Adrian quickly added,"Be trusted not to let anyone fuck of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .