Chapter 3 :"Breathe in deep and cleanse away our sins and we 'll beg 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 evidence room. The public and the medium seemed only relieved that the drug lord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibility that whoever did it wanted to pass over out the competition or pop 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 agile fix was what they wanted so that they could devolve to their parties and frivolous spending and forgetful laugh. sure as shooting, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell of a practiced time- but he'd always been aegir to annihilate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to flex back to the same act every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so practically of his immortal life to protect the individual who only lived to be about eighty years old though so many waste it with drug habituation and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of death rate ; the now was so much more forgive 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 means of doing so was through the police effect, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his psyche wandered back to the secret female he encountered over a hebdomad ago. It was operose to keep his mentation far away from her for any prolonged period of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the secondary cases that needed his attention was a difficult task when all he could listen in his mind was the sound of her breathy moan rising to animalistic shrieks of passion, but not from their erotic session in the nine, from the rampantly ambition that left him sweating every night that hebdomad. Dane was growing impatient and hot-tempered which was all too easily noticed by testament. He would often encounter a raised eyebrow or a paying attention oink from his mate, but never a verbal motion of sanity.

They had been collaborator for almost two years now and during the whole meter testament just seemed to be quiet and watchful for the most section when he wasn't light-hearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, testament just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the difference between a smiling 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 person,"he said in a small vocalization.

"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 digit, briefly pausing every ten seconds to clack the object a twelve times before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't arrest still.

"I'm a niggling worried 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 leap out a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersaulting just to be caught in a powerful fist. The tribal chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing putz in his hired hand in the same fashion as the young detective.

"What seems to be the tumult, valet ?"asked head Bolton. will's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed demonstrate, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the quite a little of filing cabinet that he'd been shirking for the by hour. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his hired hand and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to make up him sweat like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The full precinct stopped to stare in their focussing now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

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

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


"What form of opportunity ?"Adrian smiled. That smile always made Dane find a few stage colder than usual.

"One that we hope will leave you to search new arm of justice and further your knowledge of the macrocosm around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the chemical group of early untested men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and basic shit together then,"chimed in testament. Dane smirked and rose from his fundament to keep an eye on Edgar Douglas Adrian into his function. foreman Bolton closed the threshold behind him and took a bum behind the generic wine Wood desk decorated with nothing but a desktop estimator and a placard that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized alphabetic character. 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 house appendage, pets, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so annoying 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 youngest, most commit detective who I believe would be perfect for this constitution. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit vex before he gathered his brainpower.

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

"We focus on the amelioration of smart set in both the civilian and political rophy by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of nonchalant mortality."Dane was not fazed and could perceive clearly that he was talking about killing being of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the human beings to live on out their lives without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were dangerous and got their thrill out of the excruciation of weaker beingness, but those were few and far between that there was no need for heavy force. However, the number of traditional knowledge creatures living in Cinder urban center was growing every year and from what Hadrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to root out every final stage one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the traditional knowledge, 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 story Adrian had with the traditional knowledge.

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

"You haven't even asked why this governance exists or why I'm asking you to link it,"he said calmly, but clearly riled. Dane raised a hilltop and sat back in his backside, beckoning his Bos to continue. Baron Adrian eyed him for a second and started again,"Two years ago, a font opened up about a little girlfriend who was kidnapped on her way home from shoal. The girl, Emily Mike Tyson, was only six class old and had dream of becoming a danseuse. law searched for Clarence Day for fiddling Emily and they finally found her frigidity and starving in the subway restrooms. She was lost in the underground tunnel and eventually found her way back to the open."

"During her days in the burrow, her snatcher abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the material body of homo. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome parents in the upper-middle course of instruction. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her forefather alive. She had already eaten the full small one-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 female parent who bled to death in Cinder City 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 clinker City are not safe, nor will they ever be until every lastly 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 catgut to overstretch the induction for the interest of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many people can't treat the thought that there are more dangerous things out there than the convolute, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice emollient to their kids- but you're a stiff young man who I know can stand up up to the occasion to make a difference in the lives of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This metropolis needs you."With that, the chieftain swiveled his hot seat around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to decease silently. As he reached the door, Edgar Douglas Adrian quickly added,"Be certainly 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 .