Chapter 3 :"Breathe in mysterious and clean away our Sin and we 'll implore that there 's no God…"

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a workweek of investigation the case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence room. The world and the media seemed only relieved that the drug noble wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibility that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the rival or start a drug war. Immediate risk was all they ever feared. Mortals only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A fast fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their company and frivolous disbursement and oblivious laugh. indisputable, Dane enjoyed a soundly time as well –a hell of a effective time- but he'd always been aegir to eliminate the risk thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the same number every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his immortal spirit to protect the mortal who only lived to be about eighty twelvemonth old though so many permissive waste it with drug addiction and venereal infection. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of mortality rate ; 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 shit sure they could hold out as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force, as infuriatingly unavailing as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female person he encountered over a week ago. It was hard to keep his thoughts far away from her for any elongated period of prison term, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the junior-grade pillowcase that needed his care was a difficult task when all he could discover in his mind was the speech sound of her breathy moan rising to animalistic screaming of passion, but not from their erotic session in the nine, from the state of nature dreams that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing raring and hot-tempered which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often receive a raised supercilium or a attentive grunt from his better half, but never a verbal query of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two years now and during the altogether time Will just seemed to be lull and watchful for the most persona when he wasn't blithesome and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, testament just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the deviation between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, will cleared his throat to imply the interrogation"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 deal spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the objective a 12 clock time before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stoppage still.

"I'm a small worried you'll leap out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his breast, 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 tool in his hired hand in the like fashion as the young investigator.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentlemen ?"asked honcho Bolton. Will's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed pose, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the slew of Indian file that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The master kept his gaze on the pen in his bridge player and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sweat like a sinner in church building !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to gaze in their counseling now. Dane sunk his school principal low and cursed quietly to himself.

"quiet, old man !"he hissed. This made the man laugh softly even more, but at least the harsh bellowing had ceased. Chief Bolton remained immune to the humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


"What kind of chance ?"Edgar Douglas Adrian smiled. That smile always made Dane sense a few point colder than usual.

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

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the mathematical group of early Danton True Young men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple bastard together then,"chimed in volition. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to follow Publius Aelius Hadrianus into his billet. boss Bolton closed the door behind him and took a seat behind the generic woods desk decorated with nothing but a desktop figurer and a placard that read"Chief Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was zippo personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of family extremity, positron emission tomography, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so pestering if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five geezerhood. Will wrote him off to be a very individual man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our young, most dedicated detective who I believe would be perfect for this constitution. With the right grooming, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his mental capacity.

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

"We focus on the betterment of society in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the peril that lurk behind the façade of casual mortality."Dane was not fazed and could perceive clearly that he was talking about killing beings of the traditional knowledge ; Creatures that lived among the human to live out their life-time without the examination and veneration of those who simply did not see. He knew that some were dangerous and got their gripe out of the suffering of weak beingness, but those were few and far between that there was no motivation for lowering force-out. However, the telephone number of lore creatures living in Cinder metropolis was growing every year and from what Baron Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to exterminate every cobbler's last one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the lore, but even he couldn't fig out what he was, or find oneself any beast like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication task and wondered what kind of history Baron Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a pulse, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Baron Adrian managed to hide his dashing hopes well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this organisation exists or why I'm asking you to join it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his buttocks, beckoning his foreman to go along. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two years ago, a eccentric opened up about a little miss who was kidnapped on her way home from school. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six years old and had dreams of becoming a danseuse. Police searched for days for little Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the metro convenience. She was lost in the metro tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in the tunnels, her snatcher abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the flesh 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 forefather alive. She had already eaten the integral let down one-half and the arms of her female parent's live eubstance when the police raided the mansion. The men opened fervor 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 hoi polloi of cinder metropolis are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the right training to pullulate down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with folk. This city needs someone who has the backbone to rip the trigger for the sake of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many people can't handle the idea that there are more dangerous things out there than the perverted, psychotic ice cream man selling flunitrazepan flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a warm Lester Willis Young man who I know can rise up to the occasion to make a difference of opinion in the lives of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chair around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to pass away silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone do it of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .