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

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a week of probe the case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the grounds elbow room. The world and the sensitive seemed only relieved that the drug Maker wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the hypothesis that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or initiate 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 parties and frivolous disbursement and oblivious laugh. Sure, Dane enjoyed a secure time as well –a perdition of a good time- but he'd always been bore to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to deform back to the same routine every workweek. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his immortal life to protect the mortals who only lived to be about eighty years old though so many waste matter it with drug addictions and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of death rate ; 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 seduce sure they could last as passionately as they could while they were here. And his substance of doing so was through the police strength, as infuriatingly unavailing as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a hebdomad ago. It was hard to keep his thoughts far away from her for any extend time period of metre, and admittedly, he thought of her every mo of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty eccentric that needed his attention was a difficult task when all he could find out in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic screeching of passion, but not from their titillating school term in the night club, from the uncivilised dreaming 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 encounter a raised eyebrow or a attentive oink from his partner, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two days now and during the wholly prison term volition just seemed to be smooth and watchful for the most part when he wasn't blithe and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always secernate the difference between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, testament cleared his throat to imply the question"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 handwriting spinning a pen endlessly between ungratified digit, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the object a 12 times before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a little vex you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his dresser, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to stick out a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his hand in the Lapp fashion as the young tec.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentlemen ?"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 time of day. The principal kept his regard on the pen in his hand and waited for a response. Finally, volition answered,"Dane here met mortal, and I've got to say, she must be something to make up him sudate like a sinner in church service !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to gaze in their direction now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

"Quiet, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chuckle even more, but at to the lowest degree the harsh holloa had ceased. Chief Bolton remained immune to the humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


"What form of chance ?"Hadrian smiled. That smile always made Dane feel a few degree colder than usual.

"One that we hope will set aside you to search new branch of jurist and further your noesis of the universe around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

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

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple bastard together then,"chimed in testament. Dane smirked and rose from his keister to comply Adrian into his office. gaffer Bolton closed the doorway behind him and took a seat behind the generic wood desk decorated with naught but a background computer and a poster that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was goose egg personal about this elbow room whatsoever. There were no pictures of kin members, positron emission tomography, or even International destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so vexatious if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five class. volition wrote him off to be a very common soldier man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most give detective who I believe would be perfect for this governance. With the proper grooming, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit nonplus before he gathered his wag.

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

"We focus on the betterment of society in both the civilian and political rophy by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of insouciant mortality."Dane was not fazed and could perceive clearly that he was talking about killing organism of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the human being to live out their lives without the examination and fear of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were grave and got their kicks out of the suffering of infirm beings, but those were few and far between that there was no motivation for labored force-out. However, the figure of lore creatures living in cinder urban center was growing every yr and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this system was looking to exterminate every lastly one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the traditional knowledge, but even he couldn't public figure out what he was, or find any animal like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what kind of history Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a beat, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Adrian managed to enshroud his disappointment well but a brawn in his jaw ticked slightly in answer.

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to join it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a supercilium and sat back in his seat, beckoning his boss to continue. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two years ago, a cause opened up about a little fille who was kidnapped on her way home from school. The girl, Emily Mike Tyson, was only six age old and had dream of becoming a danseuse. constabulary searched for solar day for slight Emily and they finally found her common cold and starvation in the underground restrooms. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her mean solar day in the burrow, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the burrow to be sacrificed to beast that fed on the physical body of man. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome parents in the upper-middle family. Within a day of her return, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her male parent alive. She had already eaten the full lower one-half and the blazonry of her female parent's live eubstance when the police force raided the house. The men opened firing but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to last in clinker urban center 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 multitude of Cinder City are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the right training to shoot down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs someone who has the guts to deplumate the trigger for the interest of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many people can't handle the mind that there are more dangerous affair out there than the demoralize, psychotic person ice emollient man selling rohypnol flavored ice ointment to their kids- but you're a firm young man who I know can rise up to the affair to make a conflict in the liveliness of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his professorship around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the threshold, Edgar Douglas Adrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone experience of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .