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Fairytales and Nightmares
C.S.
Late August 2002.
I stood in front of the ancient building with the words “Hunter Organization Headquarters” neatly attached to the top. So freakin’ nostalgic. I pushed back the less-than-pleasant memories of the building located, honest to God, under the North American continent. Yes, I was currently hundreds of kilometers under the ocean surface.
Doing what, you may ask?
From my viewpoint, digging my own grave, buying my coffin and lying down in it. I unrolled the small piece of paper clenched in my hand.
My office. Now.
I stuffed the note in my pocket. Only one person would write that. For that matter, only one person could track me down after 20 years when I don’t want to be found. Ash. My ex-boss and the best Hunter I know; Hunters being people who kill mythical creatures. They handle demons, vampires, shape shifters, you name it. Delightful job much.
I clenched my teeth at the thought of entering the headquarters. But when Ash tells you to do something, you do it without asking questions. I closed my eyes, clutched my silver phoenix necklace and teleported in.
I found myself in a crowded reception hall on the top level of headquarters. All the higher-ups of the Organization held offices here. The moment I arrived, everyone fell silent. I practically felt eyes burning into my face. Staring at the scar that ran through my left eye and turned my entire eye black save a silver iris.
I marched right into the office marked “Ash – Lead Investigator and Homicide Detective”. A girl receptionist asked hastily, “Have you made an appointme…” before someone elbowed her quiet and whispered, “Don’t you know who that is? That’s C.S.”
I slammed the door shut behind me and glared at the cause of my misery. Or, more specifically, Ash’s shadow clone. He doesn’t enjoy showing his face to the public, probably because he’ll be riddled with bullets 5 seconds after revealing his identity from the sheer number of enemies he had gathered over the years.
“The least you could do is let me teleport directly into this office,” I said exasperatingly to the back of the office chair. Even if it was just a shadow clone, I have rarely seen its face.
“I have reasons,” a deep voice answered coolly.
“None of which help me in the slightest.”
“Never mind that. About the vampire situation in North America…”
“I know about it already. At least 2 Elites running around in Northeast US?” I said, referring to a group consisting of the top 10 vampires around the world called Elites. “Probably have a couple hundred other vamps scattered in the area too.”
“Leave it to you to realize that when no one else on the floor picked up on it.”
I arched an eyebrow at the comment. “It’s unlike you to praise me…you must have a big favour to ask of me.”
“You’re leading the case.”
I slammed my hands on the desk, breaking it and sending papers flying everywhere.
“You can’t be serious,” I finally spit out.
“Why not? You’re the best field agent right now.”
“I’m not a Hunter anymore.”
“Because of the California Massacre?”
I froze at the mention of the day that haunted my nightmares for 20 years. Pain slashed through me and it was all I could do to not collapse on my knees.
“I thought you were stronger than that, C.S.
You are a Hunter. It is your job to hunt vampires and demons,” the shadow clone continued. “If you cannot get over one thing, you are not half the person I thought you were.”
Those words cut me almost as deep as the Massacre question did. If I held anything important before the Massacre, it was my pride.
Ash carried on in his cold, quiet voice. “A receptionist and waitress? Chip would be disappointed at your pitiful state.”
Chip.
“Three conditions. I’ll do it on three conditions,” I found myself muttering.
“What three?”
“I get to choose my team.”
“Fine. Number two?”
“I want you as my Informer.”
“You’re kidding. You want me to work under you?”
“You’re the best person for data collecting and analysis.”
“Last condition?”
“I don’t have to pay for repairs on your desk.”
“You do realize this is the 6th time you broke my desk?”
“I also realize I have got out of paying for it every time. I don’t intend to break my streak.”
Ash chuckled before tossing a small black phone and a key over his shoulder at me. I caught it swiftly and turned to leave the office.
“Don’t let me down, C.S.”
I stood in front of the ancient building with the words “Hunter Organization Headquarters” neatly attached to the top. So freakin’ nostalgic. I pushed back the less-than-pleasant memories of the building located, honest to God, under the North American continent. Yes, I was currently hundreds of kilometers under the ocean surface.
Doing what, you may ask?
From my viewpoint, digging my own grave, buying my coffin and lying down in it. I unrolled the small piece of paper clenched in my hand.
My office. Now.
I stuffed the note in my pocket. Only one person would write that. For that matter, only one person could track me down after 20 years when I don’t want to be found. Ash. My ex-boss and the best Hunter I know; Hunters being people who kill mythical creatures. They handle demons, vampires, shape shifters, you name it. Delightful job much.
I clenched my teeth at the thought of entering the headquarters. But when Ash tells you to do something, you do it without asking questions. I closed my eyes, clutched my silver phoenix necklace and teleported in.
I found myself in a crowded reception hall on the top level of headquarters. All the higher-ups of the Organization held offices here. The moment I arrived, everyone fell silent. I practically felt eyes burning into my face. Staring at the scar that ran through my left eye and turned my entire eye black save a silver iris.
I marched right into the office marked “Ash – Lead Investigator and Homicide Detective”. A girl receptionist asked hastily, “Have you made an appointme…” before someone elbowed her quiet and whispered, “Don’t you know who that is? That’s C.S.”
I slammed the door shut behind me and glared at the cause of my misery. Or, more specifically, Ash’s shadow clone. He doesn’t enjoy showing his face to the public, probably because he’ll be riddled with bullets 5 seconds after revealing his identity from the sheer number of enemies he had gathered over the years.
“The least you could do is let me teleport directly into this office,” I said exasperatingly to the back of the office chair. Even if it was just a shadow clone, I have rarely seen its face.
“I have reasons,” a deep voice answered coolly.
“None of which help me in the slightest.”
“Never mind that. About the vampire situation in North America…”
“I know about it already. At least 2 Elites running around in Northeast US?” I said, referring to a group consisting of the top 10 vampires around the world called Elites. “Probably have a couple hundred other vamps scattered in the area too.”
“Leave it to you to realize that when no one else on the floor picked up on it.”
I arched an eyebrow at the comment. “It’s unlike you to praise me…you must have a big favour to ask of me.”
“You’re leading the case.”
I slammed my hands on the desk, breaking it and sending papers flying everywhere.
“You can’t be serious,” I finally spit out.
“Why not? You’re the best field agent right now.”
“I’m not a Hunter anymore.”
“Because of the California Massacre?”
I froze at the mention of the day that haunted my nightmares for 20 years. Pain slashed through me and it was all I could do to not collapse on my knees.
“I thought you were stronger than that, C.S.
You are a Hunter. It is your job to hunt vampires and demons,” the shadow clone continued. “If you cannot get over one thing, you are not half the person I thought you were.”
Those words cut me almost as deep as the Massacre question did. If I held anything important before the Massacre, it was my pride.
Ash carried on in his cold, quiet voice. “A receptionist and waitress? Chip would be disappointed at your pitiful state.”
Chip.
“Three conditions. I’ll do it on three conditions,” I found myself muttering.
“What three?”
“I get to choose my team.”
“Fine. Number two?”
“I want you as my Informer.”
“You’re kidding. You want me to work under you?”
“You’re the best person for data collecting and analysis.”
“Last condition?”
“I don’t have to pay for repairs on your desk.”
“You do realize this is the 6th time you broke my desk?”
“I also realize I have got out of paying for it every time. I don’t intend to break my streak.”
Ash chuckled before tossing a small black phone and a key over his shoulder at me. I caught it swiftly and turned to leave the office.
“Don’t let me down, C.S.”
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I hope you like it! The first 2 chapters are just going to be intros (the second one won't be so long; I promise) before it gets interesting *wink, nudge, wink*.Please comment!!! I will give you a pink unicorn cupcake and will check out your story/poem (or whatever you do) as a thank you =)
Scuttling out,
~sarcastichedgehog