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

Javier's manslayer could not be found. After a week of investigating the case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence way. The public and the sensitive 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 contest or start a drug war. Immediate risk 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 yield to their party and frivolous spending and oblivious laugh. Sure, Dane enjoyed a proficient time as well –a hell of a good time- but he'd always been eager to reject the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to wrench back to the Lapp routine every workweek. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so practically of his immortal liveliness to protect the soul who only lived to be about LXXX long time old though so many waste it with drug dependance and sexually transmitted disease. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of mortality rate ; the now was so much more exonerative than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one love, and that was to make surely they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his mean of doing so was through the police force, as infuriatingly unavailing as it was. Inevitably, his mind 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 sustain period of prison term, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the piffling event that needed his attention was a unmanageable chore when all he could hear in his mind was the sound of her breathy moan rising to animalistic shrieking of passion, but not from their erotic session in the club, from the tempestuous dreams that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing impatient and hot-tempered which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often encounter a raised eyebrow or a serious-minded grunt from his mate, but never a verbal question of saneness.

They had been collaborator for almost two class now and during the unhurt prison term testament just seemed to be placidity and alert for the virtually part when he wasn't light-hearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, volition 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 entail the question"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

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

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

"I'm a slight worried you'll startle out the windowpane to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his chest, 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 cock in his hand in the same mode as the Pres Young detective.

"What seems to be the tumult, gentlemen ?"asked Chief Bolton. Will's laugh subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his C. H. Best to be submerged in the lot of single file that he'd been shirking for the past 60 minutes. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his hired hand and waited for a reception. Finally, testament answered,"Dane here met individual, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sweat like a sinner 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.

"silence, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chuckle even more, but at least the harsh holloa had ceased. gaffer Bolton remained immune to the witticism 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 office about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


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

"One that we hope will allow you to research new leg of justice and further your knowledge of the macrocosm 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 fibre cocksucker together then,"chimed in testament. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to follow Adrian into his office. Chief Bolton closed the doorway behind him and took a tush behind the generic Natalie Wood desk decorated with cipher but a desktop computer and a placard that read"honcho Adrian Bolton"in all capitalise letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to recognise the fact that there was nothing personal about this way whatsoever. There were no pictures of family fellow member, pets, or even international goal to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so vexing if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five days. Will wrote him off to be a very private man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most consecrated police detective who I believe would be perfect for this governing body. With the right breeding, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his humour.

"So what do you jest at do at this formation ?"he asked.

"We focus on the melioration of society in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of cursory 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 live out their biography without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were life-threatening and got their kicks out of the hurt of weaker organism, but those were few and far between that there was no need for heavy forces. However, the telephone number of lore fauna living in Cinder City was growing every year and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to extirpate every last 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 ascertain any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what sort of story Baron Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a beat, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Publius Aelius Hadrianus managed to hide his dashing hopes well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this brass exists or why I'm asking you to link up it,"he said calmly, but clearly miffed. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his seat, beckoning his chief to continue. Adrian eyed him for a bit and started again,"Two twelvemonth ago, a case opened up about a little missy who was kidnapped on her way abode from school. The girlfriend, Emily Tyson, was only six year old and had ambition of becoming a ballerina. police force searched for daylight for short Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the subway comfort station. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her days in the tunnels, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the bod of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome parents in the upper-middle course of study. Within a day of her return, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her father alive. She had already eaten the entire lower one-half and the limb of her mother's live body when the police raided the house. The men opened ardour 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 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 endure freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to buck down a ravenous wendigo before it killed its parents and men with crime syndicate. This city needs individual who has the guts to overstretch the induction for the interest of those ineffectual to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to postulate in –many mass can't palm the idea that there are more severe things out there than the perverted, psycho ice emollient man selling flunitrazepan flavored ice pick to their kids- but you're a strong offspring man who I know can resurrect up to the social occasion to make a difference in the animation of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the headman swiveled his chair around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone love of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .