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

Javier's liquidator could not be found. After a calendar week of investigating the event was all but forgotten, the grounds lost somewhere in the grounds room. The public and the media seemed only relieved that the drug lord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibleness that whoever did it wanted to pass over out the contender or embark on 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 quick fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their party and frivolous spending and oblivious laugh. Sure, Dane enjoyed a skilful metre as well –a hell of a good time- but he'd always been bore to rule out the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to flex back to the Sami bit every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so often of his immortal life history to protect the mortals who only lived to be about eighty yr 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 exonerative 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 on as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force military unit, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his idea wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a week ago. It was hard to keep his thoughts far away from her for any extended time period of fourth dimension, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of arc of every day spent without her. Focusing on the small-minded cases that needed his attending was a difficult chore when all he could pick up in his mind was the audio of her breathy moans rising to animalistic shrieks of cacoethes, but not from their erotic seance in the club, from the wild dreams that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing raring and quick-tempered which was all too easily noticed by testament. He would often receive a raised eyebrow or a heedful grunt from his partner, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been mate for almost two years now and during the whole meter Will just seemed to be quiet and watchful for the most part when he wasn't lighthearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always state 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 somebody,"he said in a small utterance.

"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"testament responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting work force spinning a pen endlessly between ungratified fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the objective a dozen times before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a piddling apprehensive you'll jump out the windowpane to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his chest of drawers, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to parachute a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somerset just to be caught in a mighty clenched fist. The top dog, Hadrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his hand in the Sami fashion as the young detective.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentleman's gentleman ?"asked tribal chief Bolton. testament's laughter subdued but his entertainment 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 hour. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his script and waited for a response. Finally, testament answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to ca-ca him sweat like a evildoer in church !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to stare 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 least the harsh holla had ceased. 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 agency about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


"What kind of opportunity ?"Baron Adrian smiled. That smiling always made Dane feel a few grade colder than usual.

"One that we hope will allow you to explore new subdivision of justice and further your noesis of the world around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the mathematical group of other 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 stern to observe Adrian into his post. Chief Bolton closed the doorway behind him and took a place behind the generic wood desk decorated with nothing but a desktop computer and a poster that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all take advantage letters. 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 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 year. Will wrote him off to be a very private man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our vernal, most dedicated investigator who I believe would be perfect for this organization. With the right training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his marbles.

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

"We focus on the betterment of fellowship in both the civilian and political band 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 beingness of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the mankind to live out their animation 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 suffering of decrepit being, but those were few and far between that there was no need for heavy forces. However, the routine of traditional knowledge creatures living in clinker City was growing every twelvemonth and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this establishment 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 digit out what he was, or find any animate being like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what kind of history Publius Aelius Hadrianus had with the traditional knowledge.

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

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to join it,"he said calmly, but clearly rag. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his seat, beckoning his boss to stay. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two class ago, a casing opened up about a little daughter who was kidnapped on her way place from school day. The female child, Emily Tyson, was only six geezerhood old and had dreaming of becoming a ballerina. police force searched for days for small Emily and they finally found her low temperature and starving in the subway restrooms. She was lost in the underpass tunnels and eventually found her way back to the airfoil."

"During her days in the tunnels, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnel to be sacrificed to tool that fed on the physique of mankind. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome parents in the upper-middle class. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her Church Father alive. She had already eaten the entire dispirited half and the arms of her mother's live body 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 General infirmary. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the people of Cinder City are not safe, nor will they ever be until every endure freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the right training to dash down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This metropolis needs someone who has the backbone to pull the trigger for the sake of those ineffectual to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many citizenry can't treat the mind that there are more life-threatening things out there than the distorted, psychotic ice cream man selling Rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a warm young man who I know can rise up to the social function to throw a difference in the lives of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This urban center needs you."With that, the chieftain swiveled his chair around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Baron Adrian quickly added,"Be indisputable 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 .