Chapter 3 :"Breathe in deep and cleanse away our sins and we 'll pray that there 's no God…"

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a hebdomad of investigation the case was all but forgotten, the grounds lost somewhere in the evidence room. The public and the sensitive seemed only relieved that the drug lord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibility that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or start a drug war. Immediate danger 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 political party and frivolous spending and oblivious laugh. Sure, Dane enjoyed a goodness time as well –a hell of a good time- but he'd always been bore to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to flex back to the Saami bit every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his immortal lifespan to protect the someone who only lived to be about lxxx years old though so many waste it with drug addictions and Cupid's itch. He sighed. It was because that was the ravisher of deathrate ; the now was so much more forgiving than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one rage, and that was to make sure they could exist as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force personnel, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his creative thinker wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a workweek ago. It was hard to save his thoughts far away from her for any keep up menstruum of metre, and admittedly, he thought of her every mo of every day spent without her. Focusing on the secondary cases that needed his tending was a unmanageable job when all he could see in his mind was the sound of her breathy groan rising to animalistic shrieks of passion, but not from their erotic session in the club, from the wild pipe dream that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing impatient and hotheaded which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often receive a lift eyebrow or a thoughtful oink from his partner, but never a verbal motion of sanity.

They had been mate for almost two years now and during the whole time Will just seemed to be restrained and insomniac for the near part when he wasn't lighthearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, volition just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the remainder between a smiling and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, Will cleared his throat to imply the query"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

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

"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"will responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting hands spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to sink in the physical object a twelve times before repeating the natural process. 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 laugh exploded from his chest, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to leap out a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a serial publication of flip just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Hadrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his deal in the Lapplander style as the new police detective.

"What seems to be the katzenjammer, gentleman's gentleman ?"asked Chief Bolton. Will's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the stack of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The tribal chief kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sudate like a sinner in church building !"He bellowed again. The full precinct stopped to gaze in their direction now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

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

"Well Dane if you're through fantasizing about your new playmate, I'd like to verbalise to you in my power about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


"What kind of opportunity ?"Adrian smiled. That grin always made Dane sense a few degrees colder than usual.

"One that we hope will allow you to explore new limb of justness and further your knowledge of the creation around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the group of former young men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and basic shit together then,"chimed in volition. Dane smirked and rose from his ass to follow Adrian into his office. Chief Bolton closed the door behind him and took a seat behind the generic woods desk decorated with naught but a desktop information processing system and a notice that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letter of the alphabet. Dane sat across from him and tried not to know the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of mob phallus, pets, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so pesky if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five years. volition 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 detective who I believe would be pure for this organization. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit flummox before he gathered his wittiness.

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

"We focus on the betterment of society in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of free-and-easy 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 aliveness without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were unsafe and got their kicks out of the woe of unaccented beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for grave forces. However, the number of lore creatures living in clinker urban center was growing every year and from what Hadrian Bolton was implementing, this formation was looking to eradicate every final stage one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the lore, but even he couldn't figure out what he was, or find any animate being like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what kind of story Adrian had with the lore.

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

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to conjoin it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a supercilium and sat back in his derriere, beckoning his hirer to continue. Adrian eyed him for a mo and started again,"Two geezerhood ago, a causa opened up about a little girl who was kidnapped on her way home from school. The miss, Emily Tyson, was only six old age old and had dream of becoming a ballerina. Police searched for days for fiddling Emily and they finally found her frigidness and starving in the subway public convenience. She was lost in the underpass tunnel and eventually found her way back to the control surface."

"During her daytime in the tunnels, her abductor abandoned her and left her in the burrow to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the build of human. She escaped from them and was returned to her disturbing parents in the upper-middle social class. Within a day of her return, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her father alive. She had already eaten the full lower one-half and the branch of her mother's live body when the constabulary raided the house. The men opened fire but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to demise in cinder City full general hospital. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the people of Cinder City are not safe, nor will they ever be until every finish freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to shoot down a esurient wendigo before it killed its parents and men with phratry. This city needs someone who has the guts to pull the trigger for the sake of those unable to fight back themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to adopt in –many people can't treat the idea that there are more dangerous things out there than the twist, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can rise up to the occasion to make a difference of opinion in the lives of the inexperienced person. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the tribal chief swiveled his chair around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to cash in one's chips silently. As he reached the threshold, Hadrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone know of the conversation we had here, and close the room access on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .