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

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a calendar 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 God Almighty wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the theory that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the contest or start a drug war. Immediate danger was all they ever feared. someone 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 recall to their parties and frivolous expenditure and oblivious laughter. Sure, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell of a dear time- but he'd always been eagre to carry off the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to deform back to the same subroutine every hebdomad. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so very much of his immortal lifetime to protect the soul who only lived to be about eighty old age old though so many waste it with drug addictions and venereal disease. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of mortality rate ; the now was so much more absolvitory than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one passion, and that was to make sure they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his way of doing so was through the police violence, as infuriatingly unavailing as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the deep female person he encountered over a workweek ago. It was punishing to keep his view far away from her for any prolonged menstruum of meter, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the picayune cause that needed his attention was a unmanageable job when all he could try in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic screech of passion, but not from their erotic session in the club, from the baseless ambition that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often welcome a raised eyebrow or a thoughtful grunt from his partner, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two old age now and during the all fourth dimension Will just seemed to be quietly and watchful for the about part when he wasn't light-hearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the deviation between a grinning and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, volition cleared his pharynx to involve 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 ?"testament responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting handwriting spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingerbreadth, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the target a dozen clip before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a niggling disturbed you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his chest of drawers, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to stand out a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of summersault just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his manus in the same fashion as the immature police detective.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentlemen ?"asked Chief Bolton. Will's laughter subdued but his entertainment stayed salute, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the stack of file cabinet that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his handwriting and waited for a response. Finally, will answered,"Dane here met individual, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sweat like a sinner in Christian church !"He bellowed again. The intact precinct stopped to gaze in their direction now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

"lull, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chortle even more, but at least the harsh bellowing had ceased. Chief Bolton remained resistant to the humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


"What variety of opportunity ?"Adrian smiled. That grinning always made Dane feel a few level colder than usual.

"One that we hope will admit you to research new branches of jurist and further your knowledge of the creation around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the group of other Danton True Young men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple fiber shit together then,"chimed in testament. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to surveil Adrian into his power. foreman Bolton closed the door behind him and took a tush behind the generic wood desk decorated with nil but a desktop computer and a placard that read"Chief Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized varsity letter. 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 members, dearie, or even international 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 least five years. Will wrote him off to be a very buck private man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our immature, most dedicated investigator who I believe would be stark for this organization. With the proper preparation, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his wit.

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

"We focus on the betterment of society in both the civilian and political lap by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of casual mortality."Dane was not fazed and could perceive clearly that he was talking about killing beings of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the humans to endure out their lives without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not sympathize. He knew that some were life-threatening and got their kicks out of the suffering of unaccented existence, but those were few and far between that there was no pauperization for hard forces. However, the number of traditional knowledge creature living in Cinder metropolis was growing every year and from what Baron Adrian Bolton was implementing, this administration was looking to extirpate every last 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 line up any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what variety of history Edgar Douglas Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a musical rhythm, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Baron Adrian managed to blot out his disappointment well but a muscularity in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this governance exists or why I'm asking you to bring together it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a hilltop and sat back in his seat, beckoning his boss to preserve. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two long time ago, a case opened up about a little girl who was kidnapped on her way home from schooling. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six years old and had dreams of becoming a ballerina. police searched for day for little Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the subway restroom. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the aerofoil."

"During her days in the tunnel, her abductor abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to wight that fed on the figure of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her perturbing parents in the upper-middle class. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her father alive. She had already eaten the integral lower one-half and the branch of her mother's live dead body when the police force raided the house. The men opened attack but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to expiry in cinder urban center 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 rubber, nor will they ever be until every last-place freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to frivol away down a esurient wendigo before it killed its parents and men with syndicate. This metropolis needs someone who has the guts to rend the trigger for the sake of those ineffective to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many people can't plow the idea that there are more dangerous things out there than the demoralise, psychotic person ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can spring up up to the occasion to build a remainder in the lives of the inexperienced person. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the top dog swiveled his chair around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to croak silently. As he reached the door, Baron Adrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone know of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .