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Chapter 4
Stepping out of the portal Martin was immediately met with the sun pouring down on his pools, causing him to flinch. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of wire framed glasses tinted yellow. Placing them on his face, he was ready to go downtown literally. "Let's go."
Marvin stood still crossing his arms. He refused to follow orders from anyone especially someone like that idiot standing before him. With a smirk plastered on his face, he waited for the other's too notice. He rolled his pools as he noticed it was Dianna, not Martin that noticed. 'Why do I care if it's Martin that notices me?' Not able to come up with an answer, he pushed it aside as an annoyance.
"Marvin why aren't you coming?" Diana swooned over the cold posing man. Clasping her hands together, she ignored the other agents wincing at her false, loud tone of voice.
"No one is ordering me to go anywhere." He stated, keeping his pose up. He watched as Martin turned around, face red with anger. The smirk on his face grew larger, just daring the other to say something.
"Fine, then come on guys." Martin turned back around, regulating his breathing, trying not to let the other man win. He smiled as he felt himself calm down. Marching forward, he made his way to the police department, not caring who followed and who stayed behind.
"Are we just going to sit here and watch him go?" Diana asked, looking between her half-brother and her crush.
Marvin just shrugged, not caring either way. "It's your choice." He turned around, kicking up some gravel and started to walk to an unknown destination. His gut started to stir, something wasn't right, but being the type of person he was, he reasoned that Martin could deal with whatever was thrown his way.
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Martin arrived at the police station alone. Looking at the brick building he sighed, making his way towards the door. As he reached to grab the brass bar, the door swung back, almost hitting him in the face. Staggering backwards, he felt a hand up on his shoulder. Martin looked up, entranced in the depths of sea blue that he was met with.
Raphael looked down at the person he had hit, realizing that it was the prey he had seen in the garden area, a few days before. Plastering a smile on his face, he walked over, looking sympathetic and sorry for what he had done. "I'm sorry, please let me get the door for you." He walked over, taking the door's bar into his hand. Pulling it, he opened it wide, using his other hand to usher the agent in.
Martin steered his pools away, blushing slightly when he realized he was staring. Looking down he shuffled his feet up and into the building, unaware of the lustful and hungry look in the creature's pools.
Raphael smirked, all the compassion leaving his face. Gliding down the staircase, he ducked into a nearby alleyway. He waited for the his prey to emerge, interested in what he could get out of the other. 'It has been awhile. Maybe I could take him in as a slave.' The idea tempted him, even more then he thought it would. Growing up in a time where slavery was legal and used abundantly he had no problems with it, expect for the simple fact of exposure. If the slave got loose how would he deal with it. Even with those thoughts, it didn't stop him from coming to a decision.
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"Marvin where are we going?" Diana asked, jogging to keep up with the other two walkers.
Marvin turned around, thinking about the question for a moment. "We are going to find a hotel." With that in mind, he set off to the right, seeing a vacancy sign.
"Java thinks leaving Martin alone bad idea." The caveman said, trying his hardest to get someone to turn around. Something about the area, sparked his senses, he just didn't know what. "Java hope Martin okay." He said to himself, even though everyone heard.
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"Thank you for coming Mr. Mystery." A uniformed cop shook hands with the blonde agent, before ushering him to sit down in a seat across from his desk. The room was void of everything with the exception of paper, a desk and computer.
Martin looked around, crossing his hands in his lap. "Nice office." He smiled at the man, who thanked him. His mind wandered trying to think of the problem on hand. Sobering up, when he remembered. "So why have you called us in?" He asked as politely as he could.
The cop leaned in, trying to avoid the chance of anyone overhearing his crazy story. "Well there have been a lot of people missing lately." He paused, bringing a hand to rest on his toned chest. "Well at first I thought it was no big deal, I mean people go missing everyday…" He trailed off, his pools darkening as if something terrible was clouding his mind.
Martin reasoned that something probably was. Used to this kind of behavior, he waited patiently.
The man composed himself a few moments later. "Then I saw the first body. It was a woman, her mouth open, screaming in terror. There were no signs of a struggle, nothing to say anyone had been there, until I saw this." He stopped, pulling a enlarged picture out of his manila folder. Sliding it across the desk, he watched the agent pick it up. "See those two marks right there."
Martin nodded, analyzing them with a sense of familiarity.
"Those were on her neck. The cause of death couldn't be determined, but her blood was completely drained out of her."
Placing the picture on the desk, he looked up, his face completely serious. "Thank you for the information." He pulled out a notepad from his pocket, picking up the closet writing utensil he could find. "Could you tell me where you find the body by chance officer?"
"Yeah." The cop ran a hand over his bald head. "Two blocks down on the right. You should be able to see it , it's still an active crime scene you know."
Martin nodded, thanking him.
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Raphael looked at the opening door, his smile returning to his face as he watched the blonde walk down the staircase. Watching as he neared the alleyway, he readied himself to pounce. When the agent passed by his hiding spot, he pulled him in, clamping a hand over his mouth to keep him from shouting. Slamming the back of his neck with a well placed hit, he dragged the limp body back to his house.
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