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

Javier's manslayer could not be found. After a calendar week of investigation the case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence room. The world and the media seemed only relieved that the drug lord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the hypothesis that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the rival or start a drug war. Immediate danger was all they ever feared. person only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A spry fix was what they wanted so that they could render to their parties and frivolous spending and unmindful laugh. sure enough, Dane enjoyed a good metre as well –a snake pit of a good time- but he'd always been tidal bore to excrete the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the Sami routine every calendar week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his immortal liveliness to protect the mortals who only lived to be about 80 years old though so many waste it with drug dependency and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of mortality ; the now was so much more forgiving than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one Passion of Christ, and that was to make sure they could endure as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a week ago. It was hard to stay fresh his thoughts far away from her for any elongated period of meter, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty cases that needed his attention was a unmanageable task when all he could hear in his mind was the phone of her breathy moan rising to animalistic shrieks of love, but not from their erotic school term in the club, from the wild dreams that left him sweating every Nox that week. Dane was growing impatient and hotheaded which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often receive a invoke eyebrow or a attentive grunt from his spouse, but never a verbal enquiry of saneness.

They had been cooperator for almost two years now and during the whole metre will just seemed to be quiet and alert for the most part when he wasn't blithesome and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the difference between a smile and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, Will cleared his throat to imply the head"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met person,"he said in a lowly utterance.

"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"will responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting script spinning a pen endlessly between unsatisfied finger's breadth, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the object a 12 time before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't halt still.

"I'm a little disturbed 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 jump a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series 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 mitt in the same fashion as the untried detective.

"What seems to be the garboil, gentleman's gentleman ?"asked top dog Bolton. testament's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the muckle of files that he'd been shirking for the past minute. The chief kept his regard on the pen in his hand and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met person, and I've got to say, she must be something to micturate him perspire like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to stare in their direction now. Dane sunk his capitulum low and cursed quietly to himself.

"placidity, old man !"he hissed. This made the man laugh softly even more, but at least the coarse roar had ceased. chieftain Bolton remained immune to the liquid body substance in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


"What kind of opportunity ?"Publius Aelius Hadrianus smiled. That smile always made Dane feel a few arcdegree colder than usual.

"One that we hope will take into account you to search new offset of jurist and further your knowledge of the world around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the group of other offspring men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple shit together then,"chimed in Will. Dane smirked and rose from his ass to be Edgar Douglas Adrian into his office. headman Bolton closed the door behind him and took a ass behind the generic Wood desk decorated with nothing but a desktop computer and a placard that read"Chief Publius Aelius Hadrianus Bolton"in all capitalize letter. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of category phallus, favorite, or even external goal 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 to the lowest degree five long time. testament wrote him off to be a very individual man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most consecrate detective who I believe would be perfect for this organization. With the right grooming, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit vex before he gathered his wits.

"So what do you ridicule do at this governing body ?"he asked.

"We focus on the improvement of club in both the civilian and political forget me drug by eradicating the risk that lurk behind the façade of casual mortality."Dane was not fazed and could comprehend clearly that he was talking about killing being of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the human being to live out their life without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not empathize. He knew that some were dangerous and got their kicks out of the distress of weaker beings, but those were few and far between that there was no indigence for heavy effect. However, the issue of lore creatures living in Cinder metropolis was growing every year and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to exterminate every hold up one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the traditional knowledge, but even he couldn't number out what he was, or find any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what kind of history Hadrian had with the lore.

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

"You haven't even asked why this constitution exists or why I'm asking you to join it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritate. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his tail, beckoning his boss to continue. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two years ago, a guinea pig opened up about a short missy who was kidnapped on her way home from school day. The girl, Emily Michael Gerald Tyson, was only six years old and had dreams of becoming a danseuse. police force searched for days for piddling Emily and they finally found her coldness and starving in the underground public lavatory. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her daytime in the tunnels, her snatcher abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the flesh of human. She escaped from them and was returned to her perturbing parents in the upper-middle course of study. Within a day of her return, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her begetter alive. She had already eaten the intact lower one-half and the implements of war of her mother's live organic structure when the police 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 Death in cinder City superior general infirmary. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the people of Cinder urban center are not safe, nor will they ever be until every terminal freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to buck down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs mortal who has the intestine to pull the trigger for the sake of those ineffective to support themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many multitude can't plow the estimate that there are more dangerous things out there than the perverted, psychotic ice cream man selling flunitrazepan flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can lift up to the social occasion to cause a divergence in the lives of the inexperienced person. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his professorship around to face the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the doorway, Hadrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone bed of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .