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 display case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence room. The world and the media seemed only relieved that the drug Creator wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the theory that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the contender or pop out a drug war. Immediate danger was all they ever feared. Mortals 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 company and frivolous spending and oblivious laughter. Sure, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell of a good time- but he'd always been bore to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to change by reversal back to the same routine every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so very much of his divinity life 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 water sure they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his substance of doing so was through the police power, as infuriatingly sleeveless as it was. Inevitably, his psyche wandered back to the cryptical female person he encountered over a hebdomad ago. It was hard to keep his thoughts far away from her for any lengthened geological period of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty vitrine that needed his attention was a difficult task when all he could hear in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic shrieks of heat, but not from their erotic session in the club, from the wild dream that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by will. He would often receive a raised brow or a thoughtful grunt from his spouse, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two years now and during the unit metre will just seemed to be quiesce and watchful for the almost part when he wasn't blithe and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, testament just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the difference of opinion between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, volition cleared his throat to imply the head"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 ?"Will responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting handwriting spinning a pen endlessly between unsatisfied fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to dawn the object a 12 meter before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a little disquieted you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty gag 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 tribal chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his handwriting in the same manner as the young detective.

"What seems to be the uproar, valet ?"asked Chief Bolton. Will's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his in force to be submerged in the push-down stack of filing cabinet that he'd been shirking for the yesteryear 60 minutes. The master kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a reception. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met individual, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him perspire like a sinner in church service !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to gaze in their charge 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 to the lowest degree the harsh bellowing had ceased. boss Bolton remained immune to the humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


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

"One that we hope will allow you to explore new branch of justice and further your knowledge of the mankind around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the group of other youth men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple darn together then,"chimed in volition. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to abide by Hadrian into his office. top dog Bolton closed the door behind him and took a seat behind the generic Mrs. Henry Wood desk decorated with zippo but a desktop data processor 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 cipher personal about this elbow room whatsoever. There were no motion-picture show of house members, darling, or even outside name and address 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 years. Will wrote him off to be a very secret man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most consecrate detective who I believe would be perfective for this governance. 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 administration ?"he asked.

"We focus on the betterment of guild in both the civilian and political circuit by eradicating the peril that lurk behind the façade of passing mortality."Dane was not fazed and could comprehend clearly that he was talking about killing beingness of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the man to survive out their spirit without the scrutiny and care of those who simply did not empathise. He knew that some were dangerous and got their kicks out of the excruciation of frail existence, but those were few and far between that there was no need for weighed down force-out. However, the act of lore fauna living in Cinder urban center was growing every twelvemonth and from what Baron 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 figure out what he was, or find any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication undertaking and wondered what kind of history Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a pulse, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Edgar Douglas Adrian managed to obliterate his dashing hopes well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in reception.

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to unite it,"he said calmly, but clearly pissed. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his seat, beckoning his boss to continue. Hadrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two year ago, a instance opened up about a little miss who was kidnapped on her way home from schooltime. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six old age old and had dreams of becoming a ballerina. Police searched for days for little Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the subway system comfort station. She was lost in the subway burrow and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in the tunnel, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnel to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the flesh of man. 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 father alive. She had already eaten the entire lower one-half and the weapons system of her female parent's live dead body when the police raided the sign of the zodiac. The men opened flame but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to destruction in clinker City General infirmary. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the hoi polloi of clinker City are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper preparation to fritter down a sharp-set wendigo before it killed its parents and men with family. This city needs somebody who has the moxie to root for the gun trigger for the interest of those unable to champion themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many mass can't manage the idea that there are more serious affair out there than the perverse, psychotic ice emollient man selling flunitrazepan flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a stiff Whitney Young man who I know can rise up to the occasion to prepare a divergence in the life of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chairwoman around to present the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the room access, Adrian quickly added,"Be for sure 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 .