Vixen ( 3 )
FantasyChapter 3 :"Breathe in abstruse 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 probe the case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence 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 wipe out the competition or start a drug war. Immediate danger was all they ever feared. mortal 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 pass to their political party and frivolous expenditure and oblivious laughter. certain, Dane enjoyed a good metre as well –a hell of a dear time- but he'd always been tidal bore to annihilate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the same routine every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so a great deal of his immortal life sentence to protect the mortals who only lived to be about LXXX year old though so many waste it with drug addictions and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the ravisher 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 certainly they could populate as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police power, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a calendar week ago. It was heavily to observe his persuasion far away from her for any extend period of meter, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty cases that needed his tending was a difficult job when all he could try in his mind was the sound of her breathy moan rising to animalistic shrieking of mania, but not from their erotic school term in the club, from the idle pipe dream that left him sweating every Nox that week. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often get a raised supercilium or a thoughtful oink from his partner, but never a verbal interrogative sentence of sanity.
They had been partners for almost two class now and during the whole time testament just seemed to be quiet and watchful for the virtually part when he wasn't lighthearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, volition just managed to be both. The old man could always evidence the difference between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, volition cleared his throat to incriminate the motion"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.
"I met someone,"he said in a low utterance.
"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"Will responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting bridge player spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to penetrate the object a XII sentence before repeating the activity. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't hitch still.
"I'm a little disquieted you'll jump out the windowpane to fly to her, kid."A hearty laughter exploded from his pectus, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to jump a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of summerset just to be caught in a muscular fist. The foreman, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing creature in his hand in the like mode as the young detective.
"What seems to be the brouhaha, man ?"asked foreman Bolton. Will's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his right 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 hand and waited for a reception. 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 !"He bellowed again. The full precinct stopped to gaze in their focussing now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.
"silence, old man !"he hissed. This made the man laugh softly even more, but at least the harsh hollering had ceased. Chief Bolton remained immune to the sense of 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 ?"Adrian smiled. That smile always made Dane find a few degrees colder than usual.
"One that we hope will allow you to search new leg of Justice Department and further your knowledge of the world around you."
"We ?"Dane questioned.
"On behalf of myself and the group of other unseasoned men selected."
"So I guess I'll just sit here and raw material shit together then,"chimed in testament. Dane smirked and rose from his fanny to succeed Adrian into his function. chief Bolton closed the door behind him and took a tooshie behind the generic Sir Henry Joseph Wood desk decorated with nil but a desktop computer and a placard that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was zero 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 bothersome if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at to the lowest degree five eld. will wrote him off to be a very common soldier man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.
"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most dedicated detective who I believe would be gross 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 governance ?"he asked.
"We focus on the betterment of smart set in both the civilian and political lap by eradicating the dangers 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 humans to endure out their lives without the scrutiny and veneration of those who simply did not read. He knew that some were serious and got their squawk out of the agony of weaker beings, but those were few and far between that there was no pauperization for laborious force-out. However, the number of lore creatures living in cinder City was growing every yr and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this administration was looking to extirpate every finally 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 ascertain any brute like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what kind of history Adrian had with the lore.
Without skipping a rhythm, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Hadrian managed to hide his disappointment well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in reception.
"You haven't even asked why this governing body exists or why I'm asking you to conjoin it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his tail, beckoning his boss to continue. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two old age ago, a cause opened up about a little fille who was kidnapped on her way house from school. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six class old and had dreams of becoming a ballerina. constabulary searched for twenty-four hour period for little Emily and they finally found her frigidity and starving in the subway public convenience. She was lost in the subway burrow and eventually found her way back to the open."
"During her days in the tunnel, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the flesh of humankind. She escaped from them and was returned to her perturbing parents in the upper-middle family. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her male parent alive. She had already eaten the stallion lower one-half and the weapon of her mother's live body when the police raided the sign. The men opened ardor but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her female parent who bled to death in clinker City superior general Hospital. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."
Dane looked nauseously at his own handwriting."Why are you telling me this ?"
"Because the people 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 training to shoot down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs someone who has the guts to pull the gun trigger for the sake of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to make in –many people can't handle the mind that there are more dangerous things out there than the depraved, psychotic ice pick man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can rise up to the function to make a remainder in the living of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the boss swiveled his chairperson around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be surely not to let anyone be intimate of the conversation we had here, and close the threshold on your way out."
Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .