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 calendar week of probe the case was all but forgotten, the grounds lost somewhere in the evidence room. The world and the media seemed only relieved that the drug noble wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibility that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or part 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 promptly fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their party and frivolous disbursement and unmindful laughter. Sure, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell of a goodness time- but he'd always been eager to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the same turn every hebdomad. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his god life sentence to protect the mortals who only lived to be about eighty years old though so many waste it with drug addiction 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, and that was to make sure they could hold out as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force strength, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his psyche wandered back to the mysterious female person he encountered over a week ago. It was heavily to prevent his thoughts far away from her for any draw out period of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every moment of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty character that needed his care was a difficult task when all he could hear in his psyche was the audio of her breathy moans rising to animalistic shrieks of cacoethes, but not from their titillating school term in the club, from the uncivilized 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 find a prove eyebrow or a thoughtful grunt from his partner, but never a verbal head of sanity.

They had been cooperator for almost two years now and during the whole sentence Will just seemed to be tranquillity and watchful for the most part when he wasn't lightsome and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the difference 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 doubtfulness"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

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

"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"volition responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting hands spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to get through the aim a dozen metre before repeating the military action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't hitch still.

"I'm a fiddling worried you'll leap out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty jest exploded from his breast, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to stand out a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of flip just to be caught in a potent fist. The gaffer, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his mitt in the same fashion as the young detective.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentlemen ?"asked head Bolton. Will's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed acquaint, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the stack of files that he'd been shirking for the by hour. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his paw 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 perspire like a evildoer in church building !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to gaze in their direction now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

"silence, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chortle even more, but at least the coarse holler had ceased. tribal chief Bolton remained immune to the humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


"What kind of chance ?"Adrian smiled. That smiling always made Dane experience a few level colder than usual.

"One that we hope will allow for you to explore new branches of justice and further your knowledge of the world 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 staple shit together then,"chimed in Will. Dane smirked and rose from his arse to fall out Adrian into his office. honcho Bolton closed the threshold behind him and took a seat behind the generic Natalie Wood desk decorated with nothing but a background computer and a placard that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all take advantage letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to recognise the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of family phallus, pets, or even International destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so plaguy if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five geezerhood. volition 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 dedicated detective who I believe would be perfect for this arrangement. With the right training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his mental capacity.

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

"We focus on the betterment of company in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the danger that lurk behind the façade of casual mortality."Dane was not fazed and could perceive clearly that he was talking about killing existence of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the humans to last out their biography without the scrutiny and concern of those who simply did not see. He knew that some were grave and got their kick out of the woe of feeble beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for heavy strength. However, the phone number of lore creatures living in clinker City was growing every year and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to exterminate every death 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 creature 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 rhythm, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Adrian managed to veil his disappointment well but a musculus in his jaw ticked slightly in answer.

"You haven't even asked why this governance exists or why I'm asking you to bring together it,"he said calmly, but clearly annoyed. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his tail, beckoning his boss to continue. Adrian eyed him for a second and started again,"Two years ago, a pillowcase opened up about a trivial girl who was kidnapped on her way home base from school. The girl, Emily Michael Gerald Tyson, was only six old age old and had dreams of becoming a ballerina. constabulary searched for mean solar day for piffling Emily and they finally found her common cold and starvation in the underpass comfort station. She was lost in the subway burrow and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her days in the tunnel, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the flesh of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her troubling 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 down half and the weapon of her mother's live body when the law raided the theatre. The men opened fire but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her female parent who bled to last 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 mass of clinker urban center are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper education to bourgeon down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with phratry. This city needs someone who has the guts to pull the trigger for the rice beer of those unable to fight back themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to claim in –many people can't wield the idea that there are more grave things out there than the vitiate, psychotic person ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a potent young man who I know can rise up to the occasion to hold a remainder in the spirit of the inexperienced person. Think about it, kid. This metropolis needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chair around to look the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to drop dead silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone have it off of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .