Green, neon.

The world isn’t defined by a colour, or by a simple choice. It’s defined by who we are and what we do. Each action has a consequence and each consequence leads to a rain of negativity. Despite this, there still remains an ultimatum that needs to be solved within the world.

The moon’s reflection was a prominent sight to see. Its rays gloomy and they swam into the room, filling it with a bright and cascading light that shadowed objects and people alike, a person. His eyes caught the neon light and he read them, in his mind he considered what it was but he already knew, he was deep thinking. Perplexed on something he shouldn’t have been stuck on; yet it was a mystery that no-one could really solve apart from him.

Slumped in an old leather chair that he bought for cheap down at a local shop, the male couldn’t dictate what he wanted to do. Whether it was ponder into the night and think about the events which tormented his mind and plagued him with self-doubt or whether he should go down to the bar and spend his hard earned money on something more tasteful, booze. He was stuck, indecisive about the little things. The lights read “BAR”, a three letter spectacle that attracted even the most different of people. He wasn’t too bothered about the people inside nor was he bothered about how bright it was despite it being a night.

More to the fact, he was almost half-asleep, pondering the borderline of subconscious and debating, constantly debating. He shrugged internally and moved slightly. He sat up from his long and watchful gaze and rubbed his face, not knowing still, what to do. His eyes peered over to the table and he caught the glass of whiskey, half full or half empty. Who knows? He took it into his hand and it was empty, dull and empty. Was his life this deducing of him? Drinking steadily until he grew old and he was barely in his twenties. No, it wasn’t. There was a click in his mind which allowed him to steadily take in the information that was being processed. He had someone over the night before but he couldn’t remember who, a woman.

Blonde? No, green hair. Unusual. She was a slender woman, petite in figure if you want to bring French-English into it. She wore a skirt, tie and shirt. Casual working woman or so it seemed. She wore a dark green tie and it had a specific pattern on it he couldn’t really determine. Although when it came down to it, it had to be some type of mythology based off the different readings that it gave. He remembered it like it was a feeling that had never been felt before, the environment was serene and almost angelic. Time seemingly had no meaning and it was conjoined with the utterance of their own. Green and pink illuminated his eye sight and brought him back to the world which he felt comfortable in.

It was, nothing more, than a dream. A fantasy. He sighed. He wanted it to be something more and feel a dying romance burn in his heart and have that quality but after all, it was nothing. A lack of care came over his mental train and he hopped on, hoping it would take him someplace where he would be able to find enjoyment. Sleeping was enjoyable, he supposed.

Momentum gave in and he sprung from the chair, raising himself and he stood tall, or tallish anyway. His droopy face gave a neutral expression that seemed deadly and unchangeable. Like a maverick in the wind, a wild beast roaming the world with an empty success in its heart, wondering what would give it satisfaction aka it’s next meal. He was hungry for something but it wasn’t something as simple as laying down and sleeping or drinking to his heart’s content. Adventure struck a part in his heart which he couldn’t chart to. Only he knew what he could do and he moves his feet, he stood next to the window and looked in the reflection. Nothing stared back but the opposite, himself.

Black hair, slick, no. It was erratic, spiked up yet all over the place and he felt a burning in his hand. He rubbed his hands together and sighed once again, something he was a master in from just a basic look at him. His stature was strong and he stood well enough to hold more than his own. His shirt was white and his sleeved rolled up, his tie, red and blood trickled down it, soaking the colour. It was a dark radiance, not a bright one. His trousers were fit to him and black too, they were made from a specific designer brand, he like that one. They always knew his measurements and exactly how he wore them and knew which ones he wanted. A young face, teeming with a faint smile peered out into the street and saw the incident of a fight occurring and two people running away.

He wasn’t fussed, not his problem after all. When it came to the eye line of his own reflection again, he rubbed his eyes and yawned twisting his body and moving away from the window and towards the kitchen, he entered through the arch that invited him in. His hand moved towards the fridge and he opened it, empty. Shopping was a priority right now. He closed it and then moved to the cupboards, checking each one and found nothing but an empty packet and some tea bags. He had no milk so he couldn’t exactly conjure a cup of tea. Boring.

He twisted again and slowly moved back to his chair, the coffee table in front of him had an ash tray and his wallet, he picked it up with ease and opened it, the world unfolding into nothing more than a bank card, a business card, some other stuff and a wad of cash. He checked the notes and counted around six hundred, more than enough. Money was spare in his case and he has a bit of it. Living a simple life saved money and he had more to spend on whatever he wanted to spend it on. He placed it into his pocket and moves towards the door, taking his trench coat off the hangar, black and he put it on, pulling the collar up. A hand took his scarf and placed it around his neck, tightening it slightly. He took his thin aviators out of his pocket and placed them onto his head, with this on he was ready and his hands instinctively moved to the shelf.

It clicked a compartment and he took out his firearm, a customised 45. out of all firearms that he had. He turned the safety off and placed it inside his coat, with the rest of his arms that coiled him. This being two knives, three throwing knives, some wire, duct tape, two spherical objects and other items and then the zip of the coat moved up and he concealed them quite easily. Lights shone into the room and the figure took out his keys and opened the door, leaving and locking it behind him, he heard something. His eyes were quick and moved to see that a woman was coming up the stairs with bags, coming to the top she smiled at him and he nodded, walking past her. She knew who he was and he knew who she was, nothing more than a mutual assumption.

After encountering the woman he moved down the stairs, towards the door and he took out his key and unlocked it, as he twisted the key he saw the post box, a square box with different squares and his apartment number was evident on it, number forty-seven. He unlocked the door with ease and then moved over to it, he opened it, taking out the compartment and saw a letter. The paper and envelope seemed of a higher class, professional standard and almost pristine. The seal which it was stamped with was crest of a family, he acknowledged the job before he even had time to read it. He shrugged and placed it into his pocket, moving back to the door and moving out of it, opening and closing it before he could even look back. Leaving the building, exposed him to the outside, it was dark, chilly and yet a hint of rain was shadowing the windows. Just a drip.

Upon closer inspection, the lights were enlightening the street and gave a guided path for the pedestrians who were walking down it, drunks, muggers and different kinds of people that couldn’t dictate who they were and had to hold something major to them. Luckily, he had avoided the main crowd of people and turned right, walking down the block and moving across the streets. He felt nothing but a pure hatred to the other people that placed themselves in the world, they were sheep to him, cattle. Nothing more than means to an end for the different segments in the world. The world, walking. The trek that he planned out was continuing and he just thought about the world. How big of a place it was and despite it being so big, he felt like he was caged. An assumption progressed from the factors of him being encased in his own society, his own job but his job wasn’t that bad. It was quite rewarding.

He came to a stop after seven minutes of waking and his watch he had strapped onto his wrist while walking exclaimed the time to him and glowed. Seven in the night, his shift had started. His own shift. Eyes moved up to the signs and the sign was neon too. But this was a blue sign, almost old fashioned and it stated:

“P. I”

A job role defined. He smiled, an occupation which he had and even though he was a minimalist, he enjoyed the difference in this sign was the colour, there was a sense of euphoria despite his callous nature for colour. It was something that he couldn’t describe but he enjoyed this little things and it made him feel somewhat more human. He held the handle on his door and listened, he heard singing. His assistant was singing as she usually does and from the sound of it, it sounded like she was enjoying her time cleaning up and doing some ‘spring cleaning’ as they called it. He pushed the door open and he looked at her, his marauding figure stood in the door way. His shadow leaning onto her and vexing the way she moved, she gulped and turned around. Their eyes met and a smile crept across his mouth.

“Enjoying the harmonies of your own voice?” Cold, reserved; the tone of a man crept into the woman’s ears and she stood there looking at him.

She was wearing a shirt and tie with a skirt, although she wore a green skirt, white shirt, blue tie and some different objects of her clothing that was unique. Her blazer was black but she wasn’t wearing it. She was a think woman but slightly smaller than the one he remembered before. She had short hair, round and she also had orange hair, ginger in a sense but it wasn’t too prominent. She had become red over his words, seemingly she has not heard him speak before but this wasn’t true. Her expression changed and she started to talk.

“Boss! Boss! I’m so glad your back, I had to deal with all his cleaning and then go onto the system to sort all the new jobs and do the re-arranging of the files and the dif…” She was rambling and he moved over to her and used the base of a fist to hit her on the head lightly, she began to over-react and ‘collapsed’. In truth she was over the moon he had returned to the office.

She pointed over to the calendar and it was November, the fourteenth. There was circle on the date and some things had been written onto it, the big red words labelling ‘BOSS IS BACK’, was the main focus on the calendar with the exception of different meetings and invites hat he had received and that the went to. The building was small and the room he had entered via the double doors had some space to it. A semi-circle desk with a fan and two square lights opposite that were the ceilings expression. Four seats were across from the desk and to the left of those were vending machines, they were operational and were restocked every so often. He made his way past the desk and came to the end. A singular door was in front of him and he pushed it open.

The room was dark and lit only by the moonlight, the scent of smoke and ash were the main fragrances but hinted with a sweet touch of vanilla. Two seats, a pristine and somewhat royal desk. Behind that a leather chair made for a king, large and comfortable to his standards. On his desk were some files, pens, paper and his name tag. A gold plated plaque with an oak wood stand and a silver background. His name was on the left side of the desk and slanted, facing towards the two singular chairs. This one read:

“MORIUS SHAY”

A finger trailed across the desk and he took off his scarf, blazer and placed them on the clothes stand, putting the coat on the hook and the scarf over the next one. He went and sat down in his chair, resting his arms over them and he took up a packet, opening it and he found a couple of cigarettes left. The packet was labelled and a specific brand. ‘Vanilla Swift’. They were a more expensive brand and primarily targeted specific people who had some kind of unusual and specific taste, they were varying in flavours although he mainly enjoyed his one due to the way it opened his taste buds and allowed him to enjoy other tastes. Perhaps his was his mind trying to conjure some kind of difference for when he was bored.

He took one out and then carefully took out his engraved lighted, he opened the lid and let the flame flicker with a simple touch, enabling it to be lit and smoke rising, puffing. A time passed, around fifteen minutes and he had looked over the two files on his desk, the first was regarding a murder which had happened and the information had been shared between him and some of the resident police force. They were known to ask for his help, incompetence was the main ruling factor with them and they didn’t have the advantages that he had. The details regarding the case came up as striking to him. Upon closer inspection of the body and what had happened, it seemed like he had been stabbed. Much to his dismay it was labelled as ‘claw marks’. Which he assumed had to be a number of things.

After all, cases that were unusual or normally unsolvable always came to his door and he always had an answer for each one. The answer was always right, one hundred percent of the time and he never dismayed, hesitated or even thought about it too much. The deceased was the son of a local politician from an embassy, more importantly the embassy of the Great Asian Alliance. Those were always causing issues between people and rarely every did anything beneficial for anyone else. Trouble was always caused by their leader and he was the prominent cause for it all. Half Russian, half Chinese. It made him a legible leader for the alliance. He thought about the news that he had read and the cases he had done before regarding he alliance.

Originally, Russia was a primary power that caused a lot of issues with other nations due to their powerbase but when it came it and they were against a much large threat, they seemed to trip up and constantly lose ground then magically re-gain it. He knew why, a secret war that was constantly being led underneath the spectrum and only a rare few had anything to say about it. The battles that were fought weren’t necessarily military but ‘monsters’ as they were described; of course the official story was that it was a large platoon of undercover units and just biological weapons. That was always the story for each side.

Eventually it split up into two parts with each leaders taking a different direction. The main direction was the Russian State of Dictatorship; this being run by the current leader. The other side had taken up an old name from the time of the German occupation back in the past, ‘Democratic Prussian Republic’. DPR for short against the RSD. Each side was almost equal and constantly on turmoil with each other, threatening war. This fell short when they communed and formed the alliance. Then the rest of Europe had a choice, band together or stand apart. The UN decided it would be best to unite the rest of Europe with the DPR and name themselves under the banner ‘European Federation.’ It was never known why but Morius always did deeper research and found how large this stretched. The EF was mainly supported by the rest of Europe and were a strong standing in terms of a military stand point.

Then there’s the last power, if you want to call this hell hole a power. The United Americas. Obviously, this consisted of America, Canada, Mexico and some of the other countries, some declined and were independent but still gave parts to the world. They had no time to fight in a war that would make them easy targets and fall prey to the other powers. Everyone seemed to hate the Great Asian Alliance due to the internal conflicts within them and constant civil wars but despite this, they were still a formidable foe. When they tried to invade African which became the main war zone, they were stopped short due to the combined efforts of the Africa Defence Force and the UA. The UA mainly took dominance over segments of it but it was also a chance for the EF to snake in with propositions. Each side had something against each other and were primarily arguing over land, resources and themselves.

But, these were formed out of fear of another. They were fighting with soldiers and a much deeper threat that was always in the shadows. The Mythology. Yes, they exist. The male that was killed, seemingly was killed by a C class werewolf, the lowest of the food chain. Deductions placed in his head that he was killed quite easily and not just that but with some level of precision. The claw marks indicated that this werewolf was not just a C-class but also had minor control of his form and transformation. There always seems to be different levels of transformations with them and they scale all the way up to S-class. The classifications were a rigid set of classes that the government organisation that sorted he mythological out tended to put them as when they registered them into the system. It was strange for a mythological to murder someone of some political importance as they did, this case seemingly was a step deeper than it seemed to be.

More to the point, he’d also been robbed. After taking a couple puffs of the cigarette, he took out a pen and a small form and writ down some notes, indicating what had happened and what the motive really was, although a bigger plot behind such a basic attack wasn’t exactly the case. If it was, they’d have been smarter and not used a registered C-class, The suspect was a male in his thirties and he was well known by Morius to partake in such actions like this, although he doubted it was him due to the fact that in truth, the suspect wasn’t a C-class and hid his true potential, he was more of an B-class than anything else. After writing some of the things down that he needed, he took out a stamp and clicked the button, turning it around. He pushed the stamp down and the thud connected with the paper. After, it stated ‘COMPLETE’.

He took another puff out and sighed, wondering if he was going to get anything more interesting. The second file he had on his desk was still sealed, usually Grace checked them to see if it was legit or the paper wasn’t poisoned or something stupid of the sort. Before he could place his hand on it, a knock on the door was heard. His eyes darted up and caught the tallish figure in the door way, his eyes glowed red through the glass and he made a wave, allowing him entrance. The male walked in and sat down, taking off his cap and an older man with short hair took a seat. His hair grey and he nodded at him.

Morius spoke; looking over the file he had his hand on and then back to the male, he took his hand of and his bland and blue tone spoke through the gap with an accent, English and a hint of American.

“Mr. Lyle, this is the first time you’ve stepped in here without contacting me first, I’m guessing it’s important.”

A deep and hollow voice responded while moving into his bag and taking out some photographs, nodding at him.

“The first? I was sure I have passed by before. Anyhow, I want you to take a look at these.”

He handed him the photographs and Morius took them into his hand, inspecting them and putting them behind each other after a set amount of time. His eyes glared behind the glasses that he was wearing and he seemed slightly more serious than he usually did. After looking at them he darted back up to the old man and then put his cigarette in the ashtray, putting it out.

“You got these from your son, I assume?”

A chilly feeling rose into the room while they traded conversation.

“Yes, late last night. Those two broke into the records and were snooping around, looking or something. An entry on a specific individual.” He rubbed his nose and continued to speak, giving some other background information on the break in.

“These two, I know. One’s a ghoul and the other is an ethereal.” The photos were placed on the table and he set them out, scattering and taking a look at the different shots that were captured.

“They are both mythics? I’m surprised, we get a lot of magus and different power users but the mythics keep to themselves.”

“Well, yes.” Morius seemingly understood something that he wasn’t meant to and continued to speak.

“They probably had help from the inside, I’ll assume it was a magus due to the way they are avoiding most of the traps, sensors and especially putting themselves in the spotlight.”

Old men, he scratched his head and wondered.

“To be fair, there has been some unusual behaviour. A lot of the mythics and power users have been clashing with each other, it seems they don’t like humans that well.”

Morius nodded in agreement to the statement that he had put across. He knew himself that the mythological world and the human world didn’t always see eye to eye. That’s why they developed different ways to combat the mythological world if they ever came to rise.

“I see. My guess is that they are targeting a non-mythic. If they were targeting one, there are different people around with the ability to find and spot out specific ones. Most of the well-known mythics aren’t recorded but you’re looking at a hybrid.”

His eyes sprung and his eyebrow arched looking at Morius.

“A hybrid? Is that even possible… surely out of all…” Before he could finish he was stopped with a simple gesture that the prominent male had given.

“Yes, you won’t be able to detect them. They have a mythological aspect but rely on powers like a human too. They come in different forms. My guess, he’ll be a non-mythic but have some kind of possession that gives off that signal.”

He nodded in agreement and sighed, rubbing his neck.

“This is more of a pain than I anticipated.”

The two men sighed and were off slightly due to the way that they both had troubles coming to the terms of the information that he had shared.

“I’m probably over-thinking it, it’s more than likely just some registered guy they are after, even so; I’ll take the case.” He put his hands together and smiled, extending his hand and they shook it in agreement. After doing so the older man raised himself from the chair and placed some keys onto the desk, he explained they were for entering the records and he gave him clearance to be allowed in to investigate, after all, going to the police wasn’t an option. Especially in Brooklyn. The precinct here that housed most of the policing units were generally undermined and not really given any sort of appreciation, even though most of them were mixed in with different mythics.

After thinking, he was given a friendly gesture and walked out, closing the door behind him. He rose from his chair and looked out of the window behind him after adjusting the blinds and looking out onto the pier, the ships coming in and out of the pier with a directed course. The night was dark and despite most of the place being lit up, rain fell with a wave of despair creeping onto the darkness. A shade, infinite in size and it had been cowering over the place and hiding the ones who crept in the night, taking people. This was mainly a myth too.

He went into his cupboard and took out a glass and a full bottle of whiskey that his eyes had encountered upon opening it. There was a gift tag on it and on the tag it had stated ‘Police Chief Romero’. The other text had been drenched and wasn’t legible. Although, he knew it was a gift from Roger Romero. A boss of himself and a boss for the people. The tyrannical ruler of the precinct and always conducted the law in a correct manner, in truth, he was truly a good man. Never once was he taken by bribes, corruption or even the base manner of arrogance and power. Even though he had some people who were susceptible to these concepts always had Romero around to avoid it.

He poured himself out a glass that was just over half full and he sighed, plumping himself back in his chair, his hand ran through his hair and then he took the photographs into account again. They seemed like a story that went into a chronological order that wasn’t even. The timings were irregular and different, a grasp on what happened was gone. He needed a physical truth to see, something that was solidified and gave him a truth that he could believe. These photographs had been manipulated, not by anyone but the people that were in them.

It was a segmented story as the whiskey went down and entered the bloodstream, no effect could really change his mind-set in this deduction and assumption. It was a logically made truth that he needed the evidence for. Although the words that were uttered, weren’t lies. Mr. Lyle was telling the truth, this much was evident from listening to his heartbeat. Steady and relaxed, it didn’t raise nor did it even jump at the touch of the reaction he made. The sway of the whiskey made him curious and after he stared into the photographs, hoping for a response off it, maybe a ghostly whisper that would solve all of his problems.

Maybe he needed a fortune teller.

He rose once more after finishing the glass and took his coat and scarf and put them on, he straightened his tie and tucked in his shirt, adjusting his posture. The photographs seemed familiar, he placed them into his pocket and the packet of smokes too. Proceeding to leave the office, he was abruptly met with the frame of Grace who looked at him and handed him a cup of coffee. From the local shop and was brewed especially for him, dark, two spoons of sugar and skimmed milk. A gracious smile appeared over his face as it usually did and he thanked her, suggesting he was going out. Before he could a little nuisance appeared on the table.

This one, particularly was called Fenix. He was a contracted being that had small horns, wings, a tail and a lion shaped body but it was smaller and around the size of a dog. It smirked and continued to ridicule him until it received a swift back hand and fell down, it got up and was yelling and exclaiming how he would drag Morius into hell and watch him suffer.

During the rant, he had walked out and was embracing the cold night. The warm coffee met his lips and exploded the taste in his mouth, he felt refreshed and somewhat enlightened despite his dark and slender-like appearance. The path was flowing with leaves that had fallen and the cars had been poured on with ounces of rain, little drops were left to highlight the darkest parts of it. Steps were heard, by him as he walked down the path way. It was around a thirty minute walk if he wanted to get there, instead he decided to take a shortcut.

The shadows beckoned him and called to him like they wanted to murder him and take his corpse for some unrealistic ritual to summon a demon. Good luck. It only took a couple of minutes but after closing his eyes and being enveloped in the shadow, he was plucked and appeared in a dark alley way. Noise and chatter was more prominent here compared to the dead street and he arrived outside the Brooklyn Records. These records usually had people around due to them wanting to find family members, be implemented into the system so they could earn a wage or even simply get housing.

Most mythic’s didn’t care as much but some were full time and living all over. The humans with powers, known as magus were the main population but this was very slim compared to the world of normal humans and the mythological world. I’d say around ten percent. Morius felt his own chill run through himself and he emerged from the shadow onto the street with his hands into his pockets. He had finished the coffee and disintegrated the cup upon the transportation. He continued to walk and saw sirens and the police were surrounding the records.

When approaching an officer, he wasn’t stopped, they stepped aside and allowed him entrance. He was barely recognised and was met with a man at the bottom of the stair way. Lieutenant Kane. The right hand of Romero and the main guy who ran all the operations on the ground, tactically and physically he was superior. He had a brown fedora on complimented by his police jacket and white shirt, he had a moustache that went across his lips and he always seem to have a stern look on his face. He was an older guy but respected only the police force and had a hatred for dark, slender male. Although this sometimes did conflict and they did have ups and downs, they got along. Their eyes met and they both smiled, Kane gestured and they walked inside, going up the stairs.

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“Lyle’s informed you already, hasn’t he kid?” He was rubbing his neck while going up, his police jacket was leather and he was pulling the collar up.

“Of course, lieutenant. I assume your classifying it as you know what.” An eye darted towards each other and he shrugged, waving his hand at him and shaking his head.

“Until we know for certain, it’s a homicide. We have no tangible proof yet but we thought we’d let you look at the scene first.” His neck was still the main interaction he was giving while looking between the floor and Morius.

“Well, we won’t know until we find out.” They continued walking and met themselves at the top of the stairs. Upon them, Kane pointed towards a hall way to his left, there were three and he was met by two burly guards that allowed him access, the police tap was two doors down and he placed his head around the corner, looking inside. He had come across the countless record boxes which had been opened, pried opened by some sort of tool. Or hand.

A distraction, the boxes form first observation were distinctively opened in a specific category, from the D-F all the way to the Q-S section. Three from the first and two from the second. The tape stayed strong and he moved under it, making his way towards the boxes. Empty, just. The first two were empty, the third had some kind of paper document that was scribble and illegible. Whoever the thieves are, they weren’t too clever when taking the documents and making an effort to steal them discreetly. He shut the door for the lockbox and saw a residue, the residue was a magnetised one that seemingly had been used as a tag for the boxes.

The hinges had been forced off with force and it was obvious some form of super-human strength had been incorporated, probably ethereal tethering due to the magnetised residue. This allowed the user to cast a line, a thread almost and it was that strong it could be used as a winch to pull it open. Interesting enough, it seemed this was the case and that it had taken a large toll on the door and broke it. They were quite strong and did include some resistance to the mythological but unfortunately it wasn’t enough. The two that had broken it were no more than mere pawns of a much larger game, a game that was being prepared bit by bit and it wouldn’t stop for anyone or anything. Morius looked around the room and he saw the footsteps, they were directed but also one pair was missing. Two people entered and two people left. So, where did the second individual disappear to?

Unknown. Possibly, he could have gone ethereal and floated through the place, trying to throw the police off. The real truth was that some residue was left behind, out the corner of his eye, Morius saw it. It was a feint veil of mist that trickled around the room. The ethereal had gone through and searched all of the boxes and found the right one, although it must have taken something from him. Blood was splattered inside of the mist meaning he was hurt by something or someone. Who knows, it was a mystery that he couldn’t absolve. Another male leaned on the door way and looked at him, he turned around and smiled.

“You find what you were looking for?” The black police vest shone like a knight in armour, a failing one.

“Of course, it’s simple. The two walked in, used the ethereal’s feint ability to move around the boxes and find the right one. There’s a symbol in there. One only seen by mythology, of course it’s a revenge symbol.”

The air went sour and a discreet link between the two males built and they understood each other, his eyes flickered and something was seen that could barely be seen by them both.

A quick shift of power sent the individual at the door flying into the wall and cracking it, leaving a circular crater inside. He looked at him and Morius moved towards him, his eyes deadly and set upon the consummation of this man, no, being. He began to flicker and turned his appearance completely.

Revealing was a man with a beanie and a bald head, a tank top with a facemask over him. A shiver began to start through him and he was completely derived of any hope and enlightenment that he had. There was a death stare, the black slender figure that was conjuring something from the scene had embarked outside and was looking at him. A look that shook through and shattered any humanity that he had left. A scream was heard from him and he was yelling, trying to get away. The sheer presence of the slender male trembled this worthless guy to his knees, even though he was being held up by pure pressure. The slender figure took one step forward and his hands move out of his pocket. It moved through the air and closer and closer to his face. Inches away a shout was heard.

“That’s enough.” Kane was walking steadily down the hall and a hand was withdrawn, he released him and was plummeted down. He didn’t dare move or even make a sound, by the time the lieutenant got down, there were two officers carrying the man away from the scene and had placed him in special cuffs. A sigh, shaking his head, the smaller and middle aged male looked at him and blew out some smoke from the cigar he had been enthralling.

“You still baffle me… how did you know he was a fake?” This question was easily answered and a smile returned from his face.

“The most obvious was the police vest, it was brand new, not been touched and didn’t have any lining.” He returned another smile to the lieutenant and his response was a shrug.

“Well, we’ll have to be more careful when it comes to shapeshifters, did you get the information you wanted anyway?”

“Indeed, I did. More so, it’s not a simple thing this now, it’s on a larger scale.”

“W... what? How, what, why,-.”

“It’s revenge. We need to find out whose lock box that was and fast.”

The lieutenant gave another signature sigh and took out the cigar, placing his hand on his blazer.

“We’ll take a look, thanks for your help here, the Captain will give you a ring when we have the information.”

Morius nodded at his rival, well, somewhat rival and moved past him. He had labelled and pointed out some of the places that contained evidence regarding the situation and was primarily the reason they had found so much. He walked out of the building and it had gotten late. The rain had been on and off but this time it was pouring down, it was quiet except for the people and the sirens, he moved past them and walked down the street. Taking a right instead of a left this time. The moon was bright and only half way complete, he looked at it and he found some sort of wild solitude that exported him apart from people. While walking down the street he brushed past a female, he turned and saw the one thing he didn’t expect to see.

Green, dark green hair and a casual outwear. Under the umbrella he stopped and for a moment which seemed like a year he took her into account and his mind for a second felt something, it was so minor that he barely could take anything but a breath. He felt real, wanted and was relapsing, flash-backing? He wasn’t sure what he was doing nor did he know himself what was happening. It ended and the moment passed, he turned and continued walking down the street. The rain poured and soaked on his hair, it still was raised. Drenched in water but he seemingly didn’t mind nor did the bitter cold affect him.

He appeared under a lamp light but was neglected by it and it was turned off with ease, it seemingly didn’t function properly and was off by a large margin. No light shone on him and he was once again, in the aloneness and solitude of himself. Was there a truth in his heart that made him human or was it purely the negligence of his own mind?

I don’t think he’ll ever know. After walking for around fifteen minutes, he arrived at a local bar that he was mainly the host of, he was usually there late or before and drank his night away, sleeping in his office on the weekends but usually restricting himself on the week-days. It was a subtle morale that he had and he didn’t even realise he was carrying it out most of the time. There was a small minority in the bar as he pushed the door open. The bar was another rectangular semi-circle and at it was an oldish man, short white hair and an apron on. Another client he once had in and he rescued his daughter from a kidnapper. A werewolf, none the less.

Eye contact became the first sign of interaction and from this came a smile and a gesture, he walked up the stairs and then took off his coat, hanging it on the coat hanger on the top of the stairs. He was in his suit and tie and he walked up, taking a seat at the bar.

“I’m guessing your wanting… the usual?”

A smile approached both of their lips and he shrugged.

“Surprise me, old man.”

He laughed at him and nodded, moving over to the different machines and took some bottles out, mixing a couple together and handed him a glass.

“I call it the “Devouring Sensation”, well, my daughter does. Let’s see if you can guess what’s in it.”

His statute moved and leaned on the bar, washing out some cups while the glass was taken and the liquid being intoxicated by Morius.

“Brandy, cherry something, scotch and my personal favourite. Blended whiskey.”

A quick round of applause came and a chuckle as the old man rubbed his stubble.

“Well, you got me there… anyway, how’s your new job going, you never swing by here unless you know it’s going to be too much hassle.”

“It’s already too much hassle, another cause of the mythology slaughtering the magus no doubt. Doesn’t help that the GAA might be the primary cause of this shit.”

His brow raised in a most wonderful fashion.

“Why is it always the chinks and ruski’s, always causing the trouble between everyone.”

“Probably because of the information that they are trying to hide, some sort of revenge plan.”

After the old man went and cleared out some bottles, moving them to the side. He returned with a pint of ale for a new male that had arrived on the table, bulky and large and had short hair.

“Seems like all they do these days.”

Morius smiled and took another swig of the glass, taking more liquid in. He felt a presence move behind him and then it revealed to be a female in shorts and a knitted top. She sat next to him and face behind, he drew a calm smile over his face and spoke towards her.

“You seem to be doing well, Amelia.”

She nodded and spoke back to him, her voice more vicious and seemingly intrusive.

“I. am. Brilliant! You really saved me back then Mr. Shay! The way you took on those kidnappers.”

She began to re-in act the fighting imitations and driven by a hatred too. It was a sight than gave some simple amusement and was constantly on his mind too. When he had saved her from the kidnappers that wanted her, now he thought about it. He remembered something back then that he didn’t notice. Her scar had gone.

The Kidnapping:

It was a late day and Morius thought back to when he was just getting around to his eighteenth birthday, it became apparent that he was still under the teachings of his form ‘master’ if you could put it that way. Shale Vastrosys. A man that always had most of his face covered and only showed his eyes. He was a low talker and barely said words unless they were needed. It became the time that Morius took on a job of his own and was evidently ready and prepared, his enthusiasm shot through the roof and his pride became the beacon in his own mind and was the charging force in himself.

The job was handed down back when he was working for the Mythological Assessment Parliament. MAP, for short. These were the people that clamped down and kept a massive watch on the world of the mythological, for instance they were the ones that stopped the destruction of Boston when it was attacked by ‘strange animals’. Bearing in mind these animals weren’t exactly animals, they were in fact a controlled and manipulated version of wolves and they had a master. Some old guy necromancer that dabbled in the dark arts but the primary blame was shifted on the wolves that killed people.

Despite it being cleaned up, the MAP sent their units in to carefully assassinate and destroy the threat. The elite unit consisted of a wide variety of beings that had A-Class abilities and they were all powerful enough. It seemingly came to the conclusion that they had pacified a part of Boston and managed to save more lives than were killed, although the deaths called for action on the GAA. (They were blamed for testing on wolves and making them into killers, despite this not being true.)

The girl was a young lass, barely of age to be considered an adult and was the same age as Morius; barely seventeen and were immature. Back then, it was Morius who wore the most casual and high performance clothing compared to the head invesigator of the lot, his boss, who constantly adored having some kind of high class and formality. She was appeasing to him and he liked the way she moved and acted, although when he heard the news that had come in, he wanted the case.

No matter what it cost.

A slight manner of trust was the issue between him and his boss. They had been speaking in the main office for around three hours when the report came in about it and these three hours were needed due to them demanding something for the girl, it was a large sum of money. The old man at the bar, the father of the girl was quite well known and was a retired European operative working for the United Kingdom. They knew of his accomplishments and wanted to obtain money but really they had requested official documents regarding a specific operation that had taken place in the GAA’s territory. The brief details that both Morius and his mentor had been subjected to, was something mythological, meaning these people wanting it, were magus.

Magus were always trying to find a way to overcome the super natural and primarily eradicate them from the world, although most didn’t understand the concept of the internal war that was occurring at that time. This war, was unlike any other due to the fact it was a slaughter fest on each side. They had powers that conflicted and it was mostly a ‘gang war’. A gang war, is what they called it but in truth it was a constant fight between each side. This internal war only lasted a month but it was deadly due to the fact over a thousand people died in that month fighting. It was eventually stopped by the high council.

When Morius had taken the file after his mentor entrusted him with it, there was a distinct set of rules that he was told to follow and no matter what he had to follow it. They comprised them of him ensuring the safety of the girl and not to compromise the firm in any way. Mutual understanding was key and it was the only thing that kept him going, he was determined and his mentor, Shale, saw the potential and capacity in him that he didn’t see in anything else. It was the potential of not just a powerful person but a king.

It was a late night and the place that they were holding her was an old treatment facility, this facility had been put under construction and was the first thing that he had considered was that it was a trap, he knew someone was waiting for him but he couldn’t determine who it was. He scouted the place out and he saw through the defences. The amount of guards, was none, or so that he seemed. Demons were prowling around the location and they went back after ten minutes.

He dropped down and thought to enter boldly, he didn’t really have an issue with entering the main way If he sprung the trap, there was a large chance that it’d come down and disarming it was easy for him. Although, it didn’t go as planned. He came into the plant, it was dark and damp. When he pushed open the door, he felt an aura that was echoing around the room. Pure evil and an utterance of killing. The distinction wasn’t easy to show and nor was it open to him, his footsteps made noises and it was still silent, he came down the hall way and the drops of water surrounded him with a noise that distracted and played on his senses. When he came to a stop he entered room with three people, the girl being one of them.

She was crying and in pain, they had beaten her and his heart was racing, kill, murder, slaughter and ravage ran through his mind and he was trying to understand how to control this. Control wasn’t his strong suit nor did it suit him at all. Back then he was considerably more emotional and attached. The first male had a hood up and was to the left of the primary figure, a man whose skin was dark and he had a bold head. A lycan. A rare species of werewolf that could shift into a killer, his grin and ego were black and void.

His dark eyes raced to Morius and he stared at him, death.

“Did you bring what he bargained for?” Deep, booming and interrogative.

“Yes, I did.” He took it out of his coat, unzipping it and held it in his hand. A folder and more importantly files that he had requested for the girl.

The other male drew a gun, aimed it at Morius and slowly squeezed the trigger without a second thought. His reactions were supreme and he had caught Morius off guard…

Each hole oozed with a liquid that was crucial and needed for his survival, he felt like he was passing away from the world and he fell backwards, in a moment of clarity, he saw his ‘life’ flash before his eyes. Memories that he couldn’t begin to unlock, drifting away in a solitude of a moment as he impacted onto the ground and was killed, killed? No.

It occurred to him that he had back tracked on his own mental status and he was remembering how it became apparent that he didn’t feel anything back then but pure hatred and anger towards the ones that had shot him. A maniacal laugh shattered the ears of the people in the room and the girl was cowering in the corner, a dark shadow surrounded the younger and more arrogant Morius and he was pushed back up, a mockery to a detailed extent. The wounds had healed in an instant and the blood dissipated into a shadow that crept behind him. A red glow in his eyes locked onto the individuals and he grinned.

It wasn’t just a moment but a mere second that he came into contact with the hooded figure that had made holes in him, he forcefully turned the gun and surrounded it with a red and black aura. It covered the weapon so much the physical appearance began to chance and in an instant, the trigger was pulled. Shot after shot it went into the body and new holes were creating. These were holes and the blood of a low class magus had been spilled, he slumped onto the ground and the weapon slide across to the door behind him. A cackle pulled from his mouth and he turned, stretching and took a step towards the dog who was baring fangs at him.

The furry figure began to change and his clothes were ripping, emerging from it was a large and tall wolf that was roaring with an utmost desire to kill. Rip and shred, it charged at Morius and its claws lunged into him and picked him up. He was still laughing and joking as he placed his hand onto the head of wolf and a red flame ignited onto his face and burned half of the wolf’s face off, it released him and he dropped, landing on his feet. The wounds he had, healed, instantly. No damage was being done to him and Morius took out his own 45. Weapon that his mentor had gifted him, the same one he wears in the present day. Closer and closer he trotted over with an evil smile and his eyes cascading the dark intent to exterminate this pathetic dog.

The wolf had transformed back and attempted to push himself up to make another attack, his head was met by the barrel of the gun, touching his head, half of his eye was burnt away and he looked up. A blurry flickering shadow behind him was raging and it was the true form of Morius barely being seen in just an instant. His finger moved over the trigger and a few deadly words were said from the wolf before he was executed.

“Yo.. You... are-.”

Bang. The shot, booming, reflecting around the walls and it was a loud sound. This sound gave the girl a frightening look and she was decimated. Her mental state was eradicated and she was in a constant state of fear, looking upon the devastation of what he had caused. He held back, a lot. She was lucky, he moved towards her and put his weapon away, the blood on him had mysteriously disappeared and he offered a hand to her and she took it, his smile was real and the truth had come that he had saved her.

Modern Day

Her face seemed almost negligent of the actions that he had carried out that day and she seemed to be flirting with him, after all, they were the same age.

“You are most welcome, it was just another job after all.”

She had turned around and smiled at him and she made a gesture and he followed her, they went over to the upper balcony and it was the private suite for listed VIP’s, he sat down and she sat next to him. They were watching the city from the upper bar and he smiled, taking in more of the substance. While she sat next to him, she moved her hand over his upper thigh and was giggling at him. Morius; placed in a situation which he had no experience, had no control over what was going to happen, or so he thought.

“You know, I still need to thank you for that.” She looked at him and had tied up her hair, something seemed to be happening.

“No, its fine, really Amelia.” He expressed himself via a friendly smile but there was a more dire need in her for a thanks that had some proper meaning to it via a physical action. Although from this, he didn’t know how to really react.

After a while, the alcohol had affected him and she had started a procedure which he had never partook in before, he was subjected to this and an act of lust had been thrust upon them for the remainder of the night, which was around an hour or so until midnight. He had been dragged to the private quarters of the place and there was something strange that he hadn’t considered, how was the liquid affecting him?

He’d have never been affected by it before but for the first time he had, was this some kind of drug that was specifically designed for mythics? Was it his own system being flushed and emotions being surfaced? There wasn’t a viable conclusion for it, all he knew was that he wasn’t able to control himself. After, he slept for a while and when it became midnight he awoke and he looked out of the window. He had found himself in the bed of a female, more directly, Amelia. A coax had landed him here and he was struck by a feeling of droopiness. He couldn’t feel his body that much but more so, his eyes were glowing. One of his eyes, clockwork and fluctuating in its diameter and the other was red and had a pattern in it, he shook his head and they had dispersed.

An uncontained amount of his power was pouring into him and in around a couple of minutes he had regained his body back and was recovering from the situation. A whisper in his head began to rise and he heard it, saying and giving a dark thought that was corrupting his mental state. The voice talked about what had happened and how he was being manipulated by the powers of the girl that he had been with. He was curious to how she had swayed him into just doing it and it seemed like there was a temporal shift in his personality and there was a part of him taken from that. That had gone but these whispers he was hearing had become because of that.

He turned around and looked back at her, her face was happy and she was asleep and still young. A glimpse of fear struck over him for a second and just a second and then was negated as nothing but an unnatural occurrence. His clothes had been placed on the floor from earlier and he went and took them, in a matter of minutes he was dressed and he decided to take himself out of the equation and return to work. A snore that was light and content was heard and he was able to find something, a minimal smile. Shadows enveloped him and he was shifted out of the place. He walked through it and appeared on the roof top that he saw across the left.

The tallest building in the city, Archspire. A building that was created for the government and most of the activities that they did through-out the day were conducted from here. It was comprised of mythics, magus alike and humans. These all worked with each other and rarely was there a case of discrimination which affected either part. The government, more precisely just the society within Boston was a separate one to the rest of the parts of the UA. Each state had a differently ran government and one member was selected as the directive for the representation at the annual meetings. This position was usually the top and it was currently held by the police chief, Romero.

He stood on the ledge and was in perfect sync with his own movements and his hair blew in the wind. The trench coat swiftly moved too and he heard someone come behind him. This individual stepped up to the right of him and looked at him, nodding.

“Evening, Spectre.”

“Ah, Master Morius. It has been a long time.”

He smiled and they both looked down upon the city, taking in the life and vibrancy that the city and its people were spreading through-out, an emotional attachment between the different people and it was a place that no-one could stop.

“So, I suppose you’re here regarding that incident?”

“Of course, you know. Your sister is the one that wanted to see how you were doing, they thought you’d have been a target by now.”

“I’m always a target, you know that much.”

He took out the last cigarette he had and lighted it with his engraved lighter, flipping the lid off and clicking it. When the flame ignited, it lit the cig but briefly went out due to the wind.

“Indeed but the family is still worried, after all; you are the last sovereign.”

“That is not a title I want to inherit. It is stupendous I even hold this level of power, I’ve been able to unlock a minimal amount of it and there still is more. You know as well as I do Spectre my family care nothing for each other but the race for power. The head seven families are all like this. No wonder they are split up in the factions.”

A tense moment had been put across and the male, dressed like a butler almost, took off his top hat.

“You are right as much, young master; your deduction is also right but there is a twist. Recently, it has come to our attention that someone is making moves, against all three factions.”

“All three?”

“All three.”

“Who has the power to contest with all these people?”

“We don’t know their exact name but they have an agenda; it has everyone scared even the governments are merging with the councils and are stockpiling powers.”

“It is grave then, well… I’ll have a lot of work on my hands.”

“Yes, you will.”

The butler handed him a file, file after file he was being given and he seemed like through-out the day he was accumulating a database of information. He put it under his coat and it seeped into darkness, he was able to hide things in a shadow and mostly forgot about the stuff he hid until he actually needed it.

“So, I’m guessing I’ll be the representative for the Shay here?”

“Yes, yes. You probably know most of the details, master but be warned. This group that is moving in the shadows and they act like a military function.”

“Don’t worry, Spectre. I’ll be able to handle myself.”

The other male gave a vocal gesture and he nodded, quickly shooting away and he looked gone from the rooftop. The wind howled and it spoke to him, a chill bent through the night and bit him but no response was given from it. He took a step forward and dived off the rooftop and began to rush down through the sky and towards the ground before he came into contact with it he was curled into a ball of darkness and it hit the floor, sinking into the dark alley in which he was in.

After disembarking from the dark alley way, he came into contact with the drunk people moving around and stumbling into him with the smell and intent of having some kind of hazy interaction. Although, they moved past him. The seemingly usual people didn’t see him and he prevented them from ever acknowledging his presence. A rush of time came to his mind and he was incapable of finding his watch, he gave up and eventually had returned back to his work place. The agency.

He unlocked the door and moved inside, moving over to the desk and taking the note that had his name on it. When he opened it and began to read the contents, he chuckled a bit and moved into his office, opening the door and closing the blinds on them. He locked the door behind him and then checked that the rest of the agency had been closed and locked up. After confirming this he went out of the front door and finally closed the place down for the night, it had been a long day and it was coming to an end.

The night had become late and he moved away from the door, walking down the streets again and it was primarily dead and empty from where he was, the trip was short and before he knew it, he was at his apartment. He didn’t even realise he was, a movement of his own body and mind had placed him here and he went inside, unlocking and pushing the door open. His homestead, the place which he could find refuge and be able to condemn himself to a night of thought and wonder.

During the time he had gotten in, he heard the noise from upstairs, a couple were arguing. The couple were the two mythics that royalty one gave themselves to but after a large part of the old world was destroyed, they become normal people and had to fit into the world. The main prospect of their argument was to do with the way that they’d been going out and abusing drugs, more so the husband. He knew the details of the concurrent argument and exactly each time could predict what was going to be said or what was going to happen.

This time was different. He heard a scuffle and was thrust upon the action of racing and out moving upstairs, his footsteps were silent and quiet and he heard a scream that was muffled, a magic use and he heard noises that he frankly wish he didn’t have to hear. A readied action and then he kicked he door, the force snapped it open and he saw a sight of disgust, the husband on top of the wife and her cries sang the rest of the verse. Without any hesitation he moved over and kicked the husband, sending him flying into the appliances in their kitchen and he rose from the attack, poised to strike. Before he could a hand was raised and a seal on his hand was directed and aimed at the husband.

“Try it.”

“You stay out of this!”

“You should be arrested for this.”

Upon hearing those words he moved one step and the seal ignited, a large hand coming from it; crimson red and a dark black it grasped the husband and didn’t make a sound, he was immediately rendered unconscious from the rush of power that had surrounded him, the hand released him and it disappeared into the air. The woman was shocked and ridden, she was helped up by Morius and then gestured for them to move, they went out of that scene and moved to the apartment below, which was Morius’. They moved inside and he closed and locked the door, he offered her a drink and she nodded, shaken still.

Her response was hesitated but it came to her after thinking about the situation which was going on in front of her, the woman was only young, possibly twenty three in human years and it was uncommon for someone like her to be married and arguing, although they were older than that. He knew what she was and she knew what he was. A mutual understanding was always the key thing with the mythics and they were always on the same level as each other.

“Why?” Her feeble mouth uttered one word.

“You should know that answer.”

“I guess I do…”

It boiled and pinged. The sound of the kettle had begun to ring like an alarm clock slowly descending the time onto the victim it had been set for. After a while she had felt some comfortable feelings and they had been talking, it was getting late and she had contacted her sister so she could get picked up and get away from her husband for a while.

“You work for Romero, don’t you?”

“Yes, I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“If you’re the watcher, I’m guessing your husband is the guard dog…”

Not a work was spoken after this until he asked a question.

“Why are you always disputing?”

“It happens because he doesn’t do what he’s meant to do, he prowls around the city getting drunk and taking drugs and disgracing the name that we’ve worked so hard to keep. Our family was once in the Accordance back in the old world. It’s not something I want tarnished.”

“You’re right, it shouldn’t be but there is a large issue which you aren’t seeing completely.”

“And what is that?”

“You are creating a bad name for your boss and the work you’re doing.”

She nodded and agreed with him, his assumptions and obvious statements were correct, she was wrapped in her brown furry coat and began to collect her mentality slowly. Even though it wasn’t much, she began conversing with Morius more about what was going on and he had almost indirectly completed the part of his job which he does, finding out information. After talking for around thirty minutes, another female came to the door and she came into contact with her sister and began to talk to her about what had transpired between her and the husband, he was thanked for keeping her safe and they went.

The apartment went from a gloomy lair to a lit basement in a matter of seconds and then reverted back to the original thing which it had become. Nothing was normal tonight, it’d had been a night of wonder but unusually to him so was any other. No night was normal nor was it ever so basic and simple, the world was full of wonders and every day was a new day, some days were boring and some didn’t really understand the concepts. After a while, he moved into his bedroom and turned the television on, it flickered to life and was dimly lit, conveying the news that was always being relayed about places across the world and he flicked the channel to find a movie, re-occurring sports news and a documentary.

A settlement was made that he’d watch the movie and give himself some down time. While lying on his bed, his body felt weak, he began to drift off into an endless dream of abnormalities and for hours and hours it kept repeating and thinking of the same memory. The woman, the green haired woman which had been in here and had gave him some feeling of proper emotion was completely out of his reach and there was no-one else that he’d possibly be ever to feel such power to.

Furthermore, he just slept. A brief moment went over him and after it was black and gone. He didn’t want to continue the train of thought of thinking about what was and what would be. He awoke in a dark part of himself, a large room with a cage in the middle. The cage was unlike any other and it was dark, gloomy. The only light that radiated was the one over him; he took a step forward, slowly moving towards it, he saw the cage leak a crimson power from it and a whisper was heard. A face appeared in the cage and it locked on with its burning eyes, fire and anger progressing inside of it and a small growl was heard. Morius closed his eyes and in an instant, he was gone.

An entity was there.