Chapter 7: Caldwell's side
"Well, it looks like Zack made it through the first day."
And you can't help but also smiled at the boy, who walked passed the cameras and left the area, this must be what it feels like to be a father?
"I have taught him well."
From when this filmed, he shouldn't be back for another hour or so.
I wonder . . .
Oh, that beast is acting up again. It needs to stay quiet or someone's going to notice.
The freezer should have . . . ah, here we go.
A fat arm from a homeless man, only about a day old at the most. That should do it.
"Here you go, now shut it."
Slammed a little too hard, almost broke the door. Better watch it, next time.
There must be something else on. Oh, here something.
"In other news today." A scraggy man started out with. "A report was made some time around Monday night, of a missing man report. If anyone has seen this man or any information about him. Callers are on standby to hear what you have to say."
Oh, might be best to make some changes on the suit.
"Caldwell, I'm back."
"Good to hear." Glancing to him and then back to the TV.
When more murder stories were going to be told, Zack shut off the Telly.
"Something happen?"
He tossed something on the table in front of me.
Colt bullets?
"I was in the middle of battle with a Crocotta." He looked so pissed off. "But someone, dared himself to get involved and shut the lights and finish the job. Leaving theses." Pointing to the bullets.
Brass bullets.
Sharpened.
Fainted with the smell of holy water and arch dust from a heaven keeper's wings.
Old talents we have here.
"Well, I be damn."
"I already thought of another hunter, but maybe you had another idea."
"No, Zack, you're dead on about another hunter. A really old one."
"But it has human flesh and blood at the tips."
You'd still have so much too learned.
"There are some hunters that are like me. Last human hunters that were ever known of, was the fiction one from that movie, Van something."
"So, human hunters are?"
"They would be something in the lacking area of this. As monster hunters hunt monsters that threaten the human world."
"Like you, when your making your puppets?" He told me off, as he going to get something to drink from the fridge. "Yeah, I can see the fairness in that."
"Everyone's got to make a living; some go very far to do so."
He nodded. "I stopped by the Morgue. I used that tracer you gave me before I left."
"And?"
"That boy who was killed a few days before, a hundred percent human. The others from the past month. Were not."
That only meant one thing.
"War . . . "
"What do you mean?"
"Cliché as ever. I can only wonder who's the dumb-shit is."
I looked to Zack, hiding the fact he was lost from all this.
"Be ready, you're going to be training harder than ever."
I pointed to the bathroom.
"Go take care of the BTC for me, let that be part of you disciplining."
"A young one then, if it can fit in there." Adding with a smirk no less.
Very happy to do the job there, Zack, good, I need that kind of attitude from you.
Zack letting one of his blades slid into his hand, the other on the door. Playing funny, when he's calling out here kitty-kitty.
Kid's got a weird way of working.
Looking back at the bullets that laid there on the table before me once more.
"Maybe this might . . . "
The shrieks from the beast in the bathroom came and went.
"Nah, he'll be fine."