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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10988 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Ugh, summer time is a bitch. Sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I’m currently doing summer research so it’s taken time away from fanfic writing. Then there’s Persona 3, my guilty pleasure. *_* But fear not, I’m going to keep pushing this story forward. I can almost see the finish line. We’re at the mid part of the story. I hope to get these chapters edited soon. Excuse any proper misuse of grammar. I’m my own beta-reader so it’s tough getting these chapters in a timely manner.

Many thanks to those tuning in. I’m honored you’ve taken the time to read this. I know there are tons of wonderful fanfics here, so for you to read and enjoy this means a million. Okay so, without further ado, Chapter 17. ^_^

<< | You Idiot… | >>

“You idiot…”

“God, take it easy. He’s alive. You should be grateful.”

“Fucking idiot… Fucking, stupid idiot… Why’d he do that?”

“How the hell should I know why he did it? He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my… Shit. Forget it.”

“C’mon. Go easy on him. He probably had some serious issues to contend with. If I had a terrible sense of fashion like he did I’d want to kill myself too. Purple suit? Really, who wears that kinda stuff?”

“Goddamn it. Goddamn to hell… Stupid idiot…”

“He’s not human, is he?”

“… Why do you say that?”

“ ‘Cause. He just took over ten pounds worth of white fairies. He should’ve been long dead before he blinked… Well? Am I right?”

“It’s none of your business, Enzo.”

“Huh, figures. You bring home some strange stray cats. By the way… you owe me for this.”

“Fuck off.”

“Hey, I’m just saying. It wasn’t easy pumping out that shit.”

“I mean it, Enzo, leave. I want to be alone with him.”

“Sheesh. Okay, okay. We’ll cover the costs later. Give him my best regards when he comes to.”

There was silence and Seth could no longer hear anymore voices. He heard a door open and close and felt a pair of eyes focus on him. He couldn’t recognize the second voice that was in the room but the first one… Jesus. He thought that man was long gone from his life.

“You’re awake, aren’t you, idiot?”

There he went again. There went the man with the same, no-nonsense, fuck-you attitude he had been accustomed to for what seemed like an eternity. Yes, it was definitely him. Strange, that his tone actually conveyed concern, as if he actually cared. He didn’t think this man was capable of caring for anyone other than himself. Why was he here? Where was here?

Seth didn’t bother to reply to the voice that addressed him. Instead, he coughed. The sound came out wet and his throat felt irritated. He tried to clear out the saliva and snot that had built there but a burning pain shot up from the back of his head. He moaned immediately. For a moment, he kept his eyes closed, trying to subside the pain. The pain in his head kept throbbing the further he regained consciousness. It was as if he were struck by an axe. He forced his eyes to open anyway, forcing himself to enter a world he had sworn to leave. Yes, he was here again, in this grand, dangerous world…

Seth found himself lying on a bed. But it wasn’t his bed. The mattress didn’t conform to his body’s shape nor did the sheets smell of cigarettes and raspberry. The room wasn’t his either. Both the wooden walls and ceiling were unfamiliar to him. An opened window with its blinders pulled halfway up showed the night sky and moon. While the white orb offered some light, the room was mostly dominated by its own darkness. The feeling of someone else in the room forced him to shift his head a bit, turning to the voice that addressed him earlier.

“Dante…” Seth said slowly, sensing him there.

Sitting in the corner of the room, Dante sat in silence. Most of his figure was lost in shadow. Only his fierce-blue eyes projected out to him, glowing intensely.

“Where am I?” Seth murmured hoarsely, his throat still sore.

“My place.” There was a long moment of silence. Then, “You’ve been out of it for a whole day.”

Closing his eyes briefly, Seth sighed, feeling an incoming headache. This wasn’t what he had in mind. Last night was supposed to have been his last hoo-ha in this planet. Unfortunately, he was saved. Not only did his body recuperate from the lethal drug dosage, but from what he just heard, Dante and his companion pumped out the rest.

Seth wanted to get up and leave. Nausea forced him to keep still. He grunted, both frustrated and anxious. He didn’t want to be here. While a part of him was grateful Dante had saved him, he didn’t want to be here. In fact, he didn’t want to be alive anymore. He wanted to finish what he had started and keep Dante and everyone else in the city safe from the Animal.

“I went to your apartment to talk to you about something important,” Dante explained in a very low voice. “Imagine to my surprise when I found you on the roof. Overdosing… God, you’re such an idiot sometimes, Seth.”

Seth didn’t know what to say and kept quiet. While Dante’s words sounded brutal, something in his tone indicated that he was more bothered than annoyed. Bothered? At what, Seth wondered.

“Was it an accident?” Dante pressed on, “Or were you deliberately trying to kill yourself?”

“Kill myself…” Seth finally whispered back.

Dante’s eyes glowed white in the darkness. Seth didn’t know what Dante was feeling right now, only that the room had become eerily quiet now. Was Dante pissed? Curious? Concerned? This man was always hard to read.

The light within the investigator’s eyes eventually faded and Seth heard him stand from his chair. Heavy boots clacked loudly against the wooden floor. He heard the investigator approach the bed, toward him. Half of Dante reflected off the moonlight that emitted into the room. His face remained unreadable but, as always, his eyes were intense. Dante finally stood next to him, his massive build towering over him like a skyscraper. He expected Dante to say something. Instead, Dante made a fist and punched him across the face. Then, he calmly walked away.

“You fucking prick…” Dante spoke at last. His voice was very soft despite the violent behavior he exhibited just now. He stood at the far edge of the bed and remained there, looking down at the disgruntled man on his bed. “Why, Seth? Why would you? I thought you were stronger than that. I didn’t think you’d sink that low.”

                “Sorry, Dante, but not everyone’s as perfect as you.” Seth rubbed his bruised cheek. Then he rolled to his side, staring at the moon. He sighed. “I wanted to stop the pain, you see. My pain.” He heard Dante make a grunt sound and chuckled, quickly adding. “No, Dante. It had nothing to do with what happened to us. I’m not that pathetic.”

                “Then, what was it?”

                Seth closed his eyes. “I just realized… nothing I do can make a difference anymore.”

                Dante went around the bed and sat next to him. He gazed down at Seth, his expression flat. “Now who’s the pessimist?”

Seth didn’t reply to the rhetorical comment.

“I don’t get it,” said Dante, shaking his head, “What exactly did you plan to accomplish by offing yourself?”

“I don’t know and frankly, I don’t care.”

Seth took a deep swallow and looked up at Dante. Under the dim moonlight, Dante almost looked angelic, his eyes somehow soft. Dante was so beautiful. He was a man of great perfection, even when he was not perfect. Seth chewed on his lower lip. He didn’t want to be here anymore. It was too painful.

“I need to get out of here.” He grunted as he forced himself to sit up. “Where are my shoes? I need my shoes. I need to leave. Where are my shoes, damn it?”

Dante held him down. “No. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Seth chuckled. “What do you care? In fact, why should you care whether I’m here or not?”

To Seth’s surprise, Dante didn’t answer back with a sarcastic remark. Rather, Dante bent down and kissed him on the lips.

“I do care, idiot,” Dante murmured shortly and stood straight again. “And you should’ve called me. I don’t care how estranged or angry we are at each other, you should’ve called me.”

Seth sucked on his lower lip again.

“I’m not letting you take the easy road, Seth,” Dante continued. “I’m not letting you leave this world. It’s more… interesting with you in it.”

Seth looked at Dante, realizing something. As hard as the investigator tried to appear indifferent to the entire situation, his words and actions conveyed deep depths of emotion, depths he had never seen before. Christ, was this the same Dante he saw not long ago?

Seth inhaled Dante’s scent, wondering if he was under the influence. He was surprised when he discovered Dante hadn’t had a drop of liquor in his system for a long time. He expected to smell a woman’s or man’s signature on him, but that too, was absent. Dante was totally sober and sane. Yet, the investigator did possess a strong sea-salt odor. Either he’d been near the ocean recently or he’d been crying. Crying? Yeah. Right. People like Dante didn’t cry.

“I, uh… got you a gig at High Ten,” Dante suddenly said.

Seth remained quiet.

“It’s a great place for someone like you,” he resumed, “And it’s got good street credit.”

Seth tried not to frown. It was so like Dante to switch the subject when things got too heavy.

“You do well there and pretty much everyone opens up to you. I started my short-lived showbiz career there.” Dante laughed a little.

Seth considered getting up again. He had to leave before this ridiculous conversation carried on. Pretending that everything was all right was no different than avoiding a problem. And, of course, there was the fact that they had broken broke up. Christ, did Dante forget that important tidbit? They weren’t supposed to see each other anymore. Not for lunch, not for dinner, not for anything. They were like poison to each other. If Dante had illusions that they could be friends then he was sadly mistaken. He refused to be friends with special benefits.

“They’ll be a lot of scouts too and a huge prize.”

Seth ignored the other things that came out of Dante’s mouth. He didn’t want to put up with this anymore. It hurt too much. Since the breakup, he devoted many days to this man, crying over him. Now, Dante was here, pretending like nothing was wrong.

Goddamn it, he broke his heart.

“It’s nice to know you’re getting me gigs and all,” Seth said at last, “But I… I don’t need your help, Dante. I’m doing fine on my own.”

Dante gave him a look over, appearing unconvinced. His sarcasm returned with a vengeance. “Yeah, Seth. You tried to kill yourself by drug overdose. You’re doing real fine on your own.”

“Fuck you, what the hell do you know…” Seth muttered back.

Dante overheard him and laughed, filling the room with his rich sound. “A lot. I might not be a druggie like you but me, Jack Daniels, and the rest of his gang are real close. As if you never noticed.”

He continued laughing but Seth knew there was nothing comical about his statement. Dante’s alcohol addiction was just as lethal as any fix. Once, he even saw him cough up blood. It made Seth wonder how many times Dante played Russian roulette with his bottle, drinking round after round of hard liquor, wondering when the beverage would finally take its toll and poison his body. There was something nice in knowing he wasn’t the only man in this room with suicidal thoughts. Still, why would Dante go to that extreme? Dante was strong and had nothing to hold him back. What, on Earth, would make the investigator just as depressed and sad as he was?

“Don’t be so sensitive. Of the two of us, I’m the man of reason right now,” Dante later said, “And besides, I mention the gig because if you don’t act fast your slot will be taken.”

Now it was Seth’s turn to laugh. “Jesus… I tried to kill myself and you’re worried about my slot being taken.”

Dante rolled his eyes. “Jesus, you can be such a fucking drama queen sometimes, Seth. You’re alive and now it’s time for you to move on.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You will.”

“I won’t. I’m fed up with my life.”

Dante glowered. In a flash, his hand shot out and wrapped itself around Seth’s neck. He aggressively pulled the brunette man toward him, close enough so that they were only an inch apart from each other.

“Coward,” Dante sneered viciously, his eyes bright and white. “You’ll move on, just as I have. So help me, Seth, if I have to dull all the razor blades, unclip every gun, kill all the drug dealers on the streets, and untie all the nooses to prevent you from trying to kill yourself, I’ll do it.”

Seth blinked, completely surprised. Whereas he was in a lighter mood before, Dante was all serious now. His transformation was almost remarkable.

After awhile, Dante released him and sat at the edge of the bed. Seth coughed, rubbing his neck. He felt like Dante’s personal punching bag. First the investigator smacked him across the face and now he pulled and choked him. Dante really was a physical type of man.

“I know you want to leave because of all the shit that’s happened between us, but I want you to stay,” Dante inserted quietly, not looking at him. “I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

Dante hesitated. “About us.”

Seth scoffed a little. He stared at the man next to him for a long time. Dante appeared more vulnerable than usual. His ocean-blue eyes looked tired and the way he sat didn’t suggest a proud man.

                “There’s no ‘us’,” Seth replied. “We’ve danced this tune twice already. We make lousy partners.”

                “Seth…”

“You were right,” he cut him off, “You were right when you left me after our one-night stand. I was wrong when I invited you over for lunch the next day.”

                Seth didn’t know where this strength came from, but it felt good to speak his mind and to stand by his own convictions. Very often he let Dante have the final say, just to keep the peace between them. But they weren’t together anymore so anything was fair game.

Seth pushed Dante aside, forcing himself to stand. It took awhile for his body to balance itself and his eyes to focus. Once he felt the world turn upright, he located his shoes and strapped them on. Determined to put this relationship behind them, he reached for a door. He couldn’t stay here and be with this man anymore. His beautiful face was just too much.

“Seth, wait,” Dante called out to him.

Taking a deep breath, Seth turned. “What?”

Dante came within a foot of him. He was quiet for a while. The usually cocky investigator was definitely not himself today. More and more, he appeared fragile.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you,” Dante confessed. “I don’t want what we had to end.”

“And exactly what did we have?” Seth challenged. “Good fucking? Maybe a conversation or two in between? What?”

“Seth…” Dante took another moment to organize his thoughts. “I don’t know what we had, I just know it was special and something I hadn’t had for a long time. I… don’t want it to end.”

“But it has ended. And maybe it’s for the best.”

                He was being straight forward and honest with his feelings, Seth gave Dante that. But it still didn’t change things. In fact, it made things worse.

                “I meant what I said about not giving up on us,” Dante said.

“I know. But maybe we should.” Seth’s tone softened. “Both of us have different expectations, Dante. And we’re both right about what we said about each other the other day, even if we don’t want to admit to it. I’ll always flee and dream while you’ll always deny and reject…”

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated.”

“But it can’t be simple either.”

“I want you to be with me.”

“I need to leave.”

“I’m not letting you go.” Dante closed the door, blocking it with his frame.

“Have you forgotten what happened?” Seth’s voice rose a little. “Why we broke things off? Do I need to give you run-down of the whole damn thing?”

“Breaking up was your idea,” Dante pointed out. “Not mine. You’re the one who walked away. I never wanted it to end.”

“That’s right, I walked away,” Seth admitted, “But I had several good reasons to. For one, you keep talking about an ‘us’, but you never could accept the idea of us being in a relationship.”

Dante shrugged his shoulders. “Do we have to go over that shit again? Please, let’s leave that out. It’s enough we’re together, right?”

“Being in a relationship means we admit to each other that we’re in one. It also means being open with each other.”

“Damn it, Seth, can’t you understand there are parts of me I can’t tell you about?” Dante edged closer to him. “I’m sorry, but it’s best you don’t know. It’s for your own safety, believe me. Besides, it’s the same with you too, isn’t it?”

Seth wanted to argue back but Dante was right. He, too, was guilty of holding back.

“Dante, it’s too much. You’re too much.”

“But you’re too much too. You’re too wild, too shy… too all over the fucking place.” Dante held onto Seth’s shoulder. His eyes grew soft. “We’re enough for each other, aren’t we?”

Seth took a deep swallow. It was hard rejecting him. He hadn’t seen this side of Dante before. He hadn’t seen him be so passionate and determined. And it was all genuine. There was no bullshit in his words, not that Dante ever bull shitted him before. But this was different.

“Dante…”

“Look at it this way, we got one damn thing in common: we’re both stubborn as hell.”

Seth paused, blinking. Part of him wanted to cut off the conversation and leave now, but he couldn’t hold off the small smile that formed on his lips. Again, Dante was right. Seth sighed. He was about to say something but Dante intervened before he had the chance to.

“No. Don’t say anything. Let’s just… pretend we’re a couple of guys seeing each other and talking shit about your homophobic landlord.”

Seth had to chuckle at the suggestion.

“And we could pretend we’re hungry, in which case, I’d order take-out.”

“Hmmm, I really am hungry…” Seth admitted.

“See? We can pull this off. Our dance number isn’t over yet, Cinderella.”

The other man smiled. He tried to point out the reality of things, one of them being neither of them would change and that they’d be in this same situation again. The second was the Animal. How could their relationship blossom with that creature still in the picture?

But Dante was already acting his part. He went downstairs and called for Chinese take-out. In his jukebox, he played some eighties music. Seth couldn’t help it. He loved this little make-believe drama. How this theatrical play of theirs ended was still up in the air. At this particular moment, though, it didn’t matter. He didn’t care.

***

                Spook tried to keep his eyes wide awake. It was difficult, though. He always hated lectures, public speakers, and the State of the Union address because it was nothing but talk, talk, and more talk. One of the movies he hated was the ‘The Matrix Reloaded,’ mainly because the Architect at the end of the movie wouldn’t shut up. Now, he was hear, listening to a group of geezers talk, talk, and talk some more.

Sitting next to him was Radar, currently text messaging his girlfriend, the cop. The expressions he made on his face suggested it was a naughty conversation. On the opposite seat was Chewbacca, chewing on a cheeseburger he snuck in. It was disgusting watching him eat and spill lettuce all over his thick red beard. Next to the technician, Agent Scully listened to his Ipod. The team’s skeptic bobbed his head up and down to the music’s beat. The final member of Paranormal Five was the only one fully alert. However, once in awhile she dove into her purse to search for something there. Spilling things out, Damsel made enough noise to force a few people in the front row to glance back at her with irritated faces.

                “Hrrr… this is fuckin’ boring,” mumbled Chewbacca, spitting out parts of his hamburger.

                “Man, talk when your mouth ain’t full,” Spook stated back in disgust.

                Spook looked away and focused his attentions back to the council members at the center of the large auditorium. For nearly two hours straight, he and his team listened to the city’s council discuss the proposal for a city-wide curfew. Several talked of the murders while others demanded possible resolutions. Present in the meeting was the city’s new police Chief, Nathanial Peterson. Dusty blond, tall, and well-built, he quietly resided in the front row. Spook was anxious to interview him after the meeting, especially since the Chief was familiar with paranormal events. Unfortunately, Griffin and his posse beat him to the punch. They sat bear the Chief and casually exchanged words with him.

                Paranormal Five’s leader knew the shit hit the fan when news reporters started broadcasting the amusement park incident yesterday, stating the possible involvement of a black beast. It spurred interest throughout the entire community and now other paranormal investigators were here, all attending the city meeting to learn more details about this creature. To Spook’s dismay, many of them had checked out Paranormal Five’s website for information on it. Worse, a few hacked into their database to pull up the surveys. It was all fucked up.

While the possibility of a curfew was something that concerned Paranormal Five, Spook also attended the meeting to know how many other investigators they were going to compete with. Spook noticed Griffin turning around in his seat. He looked at his direction. The fat investigator grinned, enthusiastically waving ‘hi’ to him.

Spook waved back, smiling. Gritting his teeth, he muttered “Fuckin’ prick, kiss my ass.”

                Obviously, Griffin didn’t hear him since they were many rows away from each other. Even if they weren’t, though, Spook was agitated enough to say it to his face.

                “The problem is, we don’t have enough sufficient resources to confirm who the culprit behind these killings is,” Spook overheard a man say aloud.

He was an average Joe, wearing jeans and red cap. With council members now giving the floor to civilians, many people stood to voice their opinions.

“Who’s to say this curfew will help?” the same man continued. “I have a shop to run. The evening hours are very critical for me. You put a curfew and you’ll hurt many businesses here. The way I see it, this city has been plagued by many unfortunate events in the past. None of them have warranted a curfew before. We’ll live through this one.”

“Yeah, but maybe that’s the problem,” a pregnant woman argued. “This is the number one city in the States with the most casualties. This curfew is intended to save lives. What’s the point of having a business up and running if half the patrons wind up dead?”

“Curfews don’t save lives,” the man said, raising his voice and rolling his eyes. “I don’t see how holding up in your home and locking all the doors and windows makes a difference. And besides, we live in America. We shouldn’t be afraid to walk our own streets.”

“Tell that to all the people who’ve died so far, you fucking dick,” a third man barked back.

Many people from the audience immediately jumped in, soon clashing with each other with words and gestures. As their voices escalated, one of the council members yelled above the noise.

“Order,” she demanded, “Order, people.”

“Look, I’m just saying we can’t be afraid,” the man with the red hat argued again, “If you want my opinion, I say we leave out the curfew but make the police put more officers on the streets.”

Spook heard several people agreeing and glanced at the police Chief sitting in the first row. All council members turned their focus on him as well, waiting for his reaction. Spook saw the tall and lean man stand from his seat. Officer Peterson faced both the council and people.

“For what it’s worth, I agree,” Police Chief Peterson started calmly, “We need more patrol officers on the streets. Whether it is connected with what has happened at the amusement park or not, more and more of these fatal incidents are occurring throughout the city. All we know for sure is that these events share something in common. Each of the victims has been mangled beyond recognition. The culprit, meanwhile, remains elusive.”

“What about sightings of a black creature?” one audience member asked.

“We’ve yet to confirm that,” the Chief responded carefully. “The department is currently working twenty-four seven, using all of its available resources and man power to obtain a positive ID of the suspect. Of course, we do not want to make any early assumptions. We do not want to possibly cause this situation to escalate any more than it has already by jumping into quick conclusions.” He turned to face the people. “As I said before, I believe we should double the number of officers in the streets.”

The man with the red cap nodded in satisfaction while others clapped.

“However,” added the Chief soon after, “I also feel a curfew is necessary.”

The clapping stopped and many people started to mumble. The council woman had to order them to remain calm. Meanwhile, Spook crossed his arms and shook his head. Even his fellow colleagues cursed. With the situation now intense and interesting, all Paranormal Five members were focused on the discussion.

“Damn it,” muttered Spook to himself.

“Dude, this sucks,” agreed Agent Scully.

The rest of Paranormal Five kept quiet.

“I understand this may not sit well with many of you,” resumed Chief Peterson, “However, let’s not forget, we still don’t know what we are dealing with. We’re still collecting information on this suspect or suspects.” Chief Peterson paused, gazing at the people. “If it is a human situation, we can deal with that. But if the suspect is… an Other…”

Chief Peterson stopped, letting the people fill in the blanks. For a long while, the auditorium was silent.

Spook was impressed. The past Chiefs always avoided using the term, ‘Other’. In fact, while everyone in the city was well aware Others existed, official authorities, from the President straight down to local law enforcement, seemed adamant in not ‘officially’ acknowledging them. It was the sort of thing to be discussed behind closed doors, right next to UFO’s. Spook was sure someone from high up would grill the Chief Officer for using the term. Ignorance was bliss, after all.

“So, basically, we’re just going to hole up in our homes, with our tails between our legs?” someone from the back of the auditorium yelled.

A flood of other people either agreed or disagreed with the comment. All the same, Spook heard anxiety in their voices. It didn’t take a genius to realize the people of the city were afraid. About the only folks who were ecstatic about the situation were the paranormal investigators. He hated the grin on Griffin’s face when he talked to his people in the first row. He knew the asshole was discussing a game plan, firmly committed to this case. Clenching his hands into fists, Spook resisted the urge to run up to him and smack him hard across the face.

Half an hour later, the council convened. The final verdict was to be made tomorrow. Most of the public remained disgruntled as they left city hall. Spook and his gang, meanwhile, headed to the parking lot. Exhausted.

“Dude, I hope they don’t go through with the curfew,” began Agent Scully. “That would so suck.”

“Hrrr… did you see that jerk, Griffin?” asked Chewbacca. “He was probably the son-of-a-bitch that hacked into our database. Creep.”

“Ugh, I’m trying hard not to think of him,” Spook answered back. “By the way, you got the firewalls up and running again, right Scully?”

“Dude, I got, like, ten of them now. I had a couple of friends hook me up with some neat land mine programs too. Payback’s gonna a bitch if someone decides to trip ‘em.”

“So, what now?” asked Radar, “We got a load of people who are going to work on this case now. We have to move fast if we want to crack it first.”

“Yeah,” Damsel said and nodded. “If they pass this curfew it’ll make field work a bitch. I say we should start hanging by the hot spots. We already know where most of the murders are happening.”

“True, dude,” Agent Scully said and pulled out his keys when they neared the black van. “But the incident in the amusement park occurred on the North side of town.”

“Maybe it was an isolated incident?”

“Maybe. Or maybe our reclusive dude is going mobile now.”

“You mean, he’s got a car?” asked Spook. He tried not to laugh.

Agent Scully shrugged his shoulders. “Hell if I know. It’s an Other. You know how Others are. They fly. Disappear and reappear. Leap through buildings. And do other funny shit.”

“Hey,” started Radar, “Maybe the black creature roaming the streets takes on a human form? This creature always seems to know where lots of people hang out. That denotes intelligence, doesn’t it?”

“Oooh, ‘denotes intelligence’,” echoed Chewbacca, chuckling. “That sounded cool.”

“Yeah. I got that line from watching ‘The Fifth Element’ the other day.”

“Focus, guys,” barked Spook when the two started joking around. “I think we may be onto something here. I mean, many Others take on human forms during the day, right?”

“Not all, dude, just some,” Agent Scully corrected and located his van a few meters away.

“Yeah, I know. Some. But c’mon, let’s think about it.” Spook looked at his group. “Okay, so, let’s go over with what we got so far, guys… First, we know this culprit is responsible for all the killings going on throughout the city. How do we know? Because all these victims are found fucked-up beyond recognition, that’s how we know. They all share a connection.”

“Let’s not also forget these killings have started not long ago,” added Damsel, “Meaning…”

“Meaning, it’s a new guy in town,” Radar finished, “It’s someone who arrived recently.”

“Right.” Spook nodded in approval. “Another thing we know, it’s an Other. It’s too strong and big to be a human. We know it has large-ass claws too from the photos we took at the restaurant, right before the cops compensated our equipment.”

“You’re referring to the day you guys got arrested, right?” Damsel inquired, cocking an eyebrow.

Spook flushed red with embarrassment.

“Y’ know, dudes, the suspect could just be some homicidal maniac dressed up in a bear suit or somethin’,” Agent Scully debated and took out his car keys. “That might explain why people say it’s black and has claws.”

“Hrrr… stop being such a skeptic, Agent Scully.”

“Whatever, dude. I’m just saying.”

“We hear you, Scully,” Spook inserted. “But, for the sake of our argument and with the evidence we got so far, let’s keep going in this direction.” He waited until his team settled down again. “Okay, moving on, we know this guy prefers to attack at night, killing large groups of people without raising much alarm. That makes him a cautious and clever fellow.”

“And intelligent,” added Radar.

“Exactly. And finally, we’re starting to see his territory expand now. The killings aren’t isolated on the east side of town anymore.”

“Heh, the dude’s trading up.” Agent Scully approached the side door of his van and unlocked it with his key. “The creature dude may be getting familiar with the city.”

Damsel frowned. “Even so, Agent Scully, the east side of town keeps reporting the creature, particularly at the park.”

“The Park?” Chewbacca asked and stroked his beard.

“Yeah. I went through all the surveys again yesterday. It seems Jefferson Memorial Park and the blocks around it, from Nebraska to Roosevelt Street, are popular hotspots for the beast.”

“What about the West side?” Radar asked, “What about the factory?”

“You still think the Other goes there, dude?” Agent Scully snorted loudly.

Radar crossed his arms. “I got a strong feeling it goes there. So yeah, I still do.”

“Sorry, Radar,” spoke Spook. “I checked the surveys too. There were only two people who reported unnatural sightings of the beast. That’s ten times less than the other people who’ve reported the beast in other places.”

Radar sighed, appearing disappointed.

“It’s not only that, Radar,” Paranormal Five’s leader inserted later, “but of those two surveys, one of them claimed he saw a creature assault three men and leave the last one alone. That runs inconsistent with we’ve got so far. Hell, according to the guy, this incident happened a month ago. No way is this related to our case. Let’s just leave the factory alone, okay?”

“Wow,” Damsel started, “That really is something, though. This creature was spotted last month and actually left one alone…? You’re right. It runs inconsistent with what we got. These deaths have been happening for the past few weeks. And this assault happened last month?”

Spook shrugged his shoulders. “I know. Like I said, I don’t think it’s related to our case. I mean, the three that were assaulted were still alive when an ambulance arrived. That doesn’t sound like our human-eating monster. And keep in mind, anonymous, dark creatures are the norm in this city. That creature could’ve been anything.”

“Hrrr… hey, guys, check it out,” Chewbacca said and pointed straight ahead. “There’s the Police Chief. Shouldn’t we talk to him or something?”

Many feet away, the blond hair officer was approaching his car. Spook grinned, noticing he was alone. All the reporters were done questioning him. Even more, that leach, Griffon, was nowhere in sight.

“Come on,” Spook urged his group and started walking toward the Police Chief’s direction.

“Dude, why should we? He’s the one who wants the curfew, remember?” Agent Scully mumbled. “Let’s get some dinner. I’m hungry, dudes.”

“He’s just doing his job.” Damsel shot back, following their leader, “Really, we should talk to him. He’ll learn we’re an investigative unit and might send us in the right direction.”

“Not to mention, he may be the one to put us on the map,” Spook added and grinned.

Agent Scully’s eyes lit at that last remark. Both Chewbacca and Radar trailed after him.
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