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 week of investigation the pillow slip was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence room. The populace and the media 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 risk 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 rejoin to their party and frivolous spending and forgetful laughter. for sure, Dane enjoyed a good prison term as well –a hell of a good time- but he'd always been eager to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the like routine every week. 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 dissipation it with drug dependence and venereal infection. He sighed. It was because that was the smasher of mortality ; the now was so much more exonerative than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one Passion of Christ, and that was to lay down sure they could survive as passionately as they could while they were here. And his agency of doing so was through the police strength, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a week ago. It was voiceless to keep his mentation far away from her for any prolonged flow of metre, and admittedly, he thought of her every arcminute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty cases that needed his attention was a difficult task when all he could see in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic shrieks of passion, but not from their erotic session in the nightspot, from the natural state dreams that left him sweating every night that hebdomad. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often receive a raised eyebrow or a thoughtful grunt from his partner, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two long time now and during the unit time Will just seemed to be tranquillize and alert for the most division when he wasn't light-hearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always assure the difference between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, Will cleared his pharynx to imply the interrogation"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 ?"testament responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting hands spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the target a dozen times before repeating the action at law. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a lilliputian worried you'll startle out the windowpane to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his thorax, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to jump a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing instrument in his hand in the Sami fashion as the young police detective.

"What seems to be the katzenjammer, gentleman ?"asked Chief Bolton. testament's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the stack of file that he'd been shirking for the past tense minute. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a reception. Finally, will answered,"Dane here met mortal, and I've got to say, she must be something to score him sweat like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to gaze in their focus now. Dane sunk his principal low and cursed quietly to himself.

"tranquillity, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chortle even more, but at least the rough 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 agency about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


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

"One that we hope will grant you to explore new branches of judge and further your cognition of the man around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the grouping of other untested men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple fiber son of a bitch together then,"chimed in will. Dane smirked and rose from his stern to postdate Adrian into his spot. chief Bolton closed the threshold behind him and took a seat behind the generic wine wood desk decorated with nothing but a desktop data processor and a poster that read"headman Hadrian Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was nada personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of family members, favourite, or even external destinations 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 twelvemonth. 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 youngest, most dedicated detective who I believe would be perfect for this organisation. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his wits.

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

"We focus on the betterment of order in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the peril that lurk behind the façade of everyday 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 last out their life history without the examination and reverence of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were grievous and got their kicks out of the suffering of weaker beings, but those were few and far between that there was no indigence for fleshy forces. However, the bit of lore tool living in cinder City was growing every year and from what Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to exterminate every last one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the lore, but even he couldn't public figure out what he was, or witness any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this obliteration labor and wondered what kind of history Adrian had with the traditional knowledge.

Without skipping a meter, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Baron Adrian managed to hide his letdown well but a muscle 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 chafe. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his seat, beckoning his foreman to continue. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two years ago, a case opened up about a picayune girl who was kidnapped on her way home from schoolhouse. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six years old and had aspiration of becoming a danseuse. law searched for twenty-four hours for small Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the subway convenience. She was lost in the subway tunnel and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her days in the tunnels, her snatcher abandoned her and left her in the tunnel to be sacrificed to creature that fed on the material body of homo. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome parents in the upper-middle class. Within a day of her return, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her forefather alive. She had already eaten the full downcast half and the weapons system of her mother's live consistency when the constabulary 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 demise in cinder City superior 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 lusus naturae of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper breeding to film down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs person who has the moxie to pull the induction for the interest of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to contain in –many people can't handle the idea that there are more grave thing out there than the perverted, psycho ice ointment man selling Rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a substantial young man who I know can wax up to the juncture to shit a difference of opinion in the biography of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This urban center needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chair around to front the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to cash in one's chips silently. As he reached the doorway, Publius Aelius Hadrianus quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone hump of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .