The Water

ch 8


The Doctor had discovered two things while at the Crestview Police Station. The first was that police weren't very useful (not really a new discovery, but that hardly mattered). The second was that James Bristoll wasn't a very nice person.

Well, compared to some of the not-very-nice people the Doctor had met, Detective James Bristoll didn't even rank in the top 1000. But he was still kind of a jerk.

When The Doctor had requested him at the Department's front desk (which was run by a very nice woman by the name of Pearl), he had taken a few minutes to appear. He was tall and black haired, wearing the expression of a man who had just been woken up and was very resentful of the interruption to his sleep schedule. He even had the proper bed hair.

When The Doctor had introduced himself and Cas as hunters (in private, of course), James had grunted a rather angry sounding "about time you got here" and led them down a brightly lit hallway.

"We just got another set of victims yesterday afternoon. Group of football players from the local high school, all of them ripped to pieces. This one was weird though." James paused.

"How so?" The Doctor wasn't quite sure what could make a monster that ate people any weirder. Well, he actually was, but none of them was good so he hoped it was something else.

"The thing left one of them alive." Cas tilted his head, looking curious.

"Perhaps the child is the monster?"

"No, no. He isn't." James looked as though there was absolutely nothing in the world more ridiculous.

"How do you know?" The Doctor asked.

"Well, the kid was found unconscious, for one. Thing hit him over the head, no way that he could've done it to himself and no way he could've been eating other kids. No way any of those boys would've been able to hit him after what was done to them either. Besides," James chuckled under his breath, "I don't think Alexander Mulch could've taken any of those kids."

"Why?"

"Well, he was…let's just say he's not very good when it comes to defending himself. Hell, kid's not very good at anything at all."

"That's not very nice." The Doctor could smell a town outcast.

"If we did not already know the culprit, I would say that this boy had likely summoned a spirit to eliminate his foes." Cas whispered to the Doctor, looking at James distastefully.

"Have you dealt with anything like that before?" The Doctor asked.

"I believe so. I cannot remember."

"Would you two stop flirting? We're here." James opened a door and ushered the two fake Hunters through it.


Alex was scared. Almost as scared as he was when the monster was butchering half the football team in front of him, but not quite. He didn't think that he would ever reach that level of terror again unless the monster came to the police department and butchered the other half, and even then Alex thought he might have been desensitized enough the first time that it wouldn't be as bad anymore.

He was going on a tangent again. He always went on tangents when he was anxious, and he was very anxious at the moment. The police officers had, upon being informed that he did not have a concussion and could thus leave the hospital, dragged him out of bed and brought him to the PD. They hadn't spoken to him, which had Alex very worried. He hoped that they didn't think he killed Byron and his friends. That would be very bad.

The door to the interrogation room opened and two men and a woman entered. One of them was James Bristoll, which was probably bad because Detective Bristoll was always cranky whenever he was forced to actually do police work. He didn't recognize the other two, which was also bad because…

"Hello, I'm Agent Smith and this is Agent…" The strange man trailed off, and the woman picked up immediately.

"Novak."

"We're with the FBI." Fuck. He was so screwed. No one was going to believe that senile, crippled Vincent Craft had killed six people with his bare hands. They certainly weren't going to believe that he was a Leviathan or whatever the thing was. Alexander Mulch was going to jail for the rest of his life. Which would be rather short, because he wasn't the sort of person who would do well in maximum security prison. Which is where he assumed they sent mass murderers. He was so fucked.

"Do not worry, you are not currently a suspect, you are simply our only witness in this case." The woman, Novak, seemed to read his mind, and Alex let out a sigh of relief.

"Umm…well, of course I'll help." Agent Smith smiled, apparently satisfied with that answer. Detective Bristoll scoffed, apparently skeptical that Alex could help with anything important.

"What did you see?" Agent Smith asked, voice smooth, comforting and very British. Alex hadn't thought that FBI agents were supposed to sound British.

Alex took a deep breath, "Well. I was walking home from school, as usual, when Byron Davie, the school quarterback and his friends showed up. They…started hassling me. Then Byron wasn't there anymore and when I looked for him, he was lying on the ground," Alex's throat closed up, "and this thing was eating him. It…looked like Mr. Craft, the local grocer. But it-it wasn't. There's no way Mr. Craft would do something like that. It killed all of them, really fast. I'd blink, and another of them would be dead. I wanted to run, but I just couldn't move, and I think that even if I could there would have been no point. So when the thing approached me I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over," Alex thought he heard Detective Bristoll mutter 'coward', "but it didn't kill me. Umm. It told me to tell the 'hunters'…whoever they are…that the Leviathans are here. And then it knocked me out. And I woke up in the hospital. Yeah. That's it."

Agent Smith nodded at him. He was smiling, but he seemed like something was troubling him. Which it probably was, considering the situation. Detective Bristoll frowned.

"That sounds incredibly exciting, but there's no way that could happen." Bristoll said, his voice lazy. Agent Smith frowned at the Detective, and Alex decided that he liked both of the FBI Agents very much.

"Oh come off it, Detective. I can understand that you want to keep this secret, but you're going to lie to the boy? There's no way that he can just go home and pretend this didn't happen!"

"The number one rule of our profession: Don't talk about it." Detective Bristoll growled.

"This isn't fight club."

"What's fight club?" Alex though he heard Agent Novak whisper.

"Now isn't the time, Cas." Agent Novak was silenced by Agent Smith's reprimand.

"Fine. Tell the twerp. It won't be my fault when he gets himself killed. He doesn't have the stuff to be a hunter." Detective Bristoll exited the room, huffing to himself. Alex blinked at the two Agents.

"Did you just say Hunters?"


A/N: So this chapter was going to be action. And then it wasn't. James Bristoll was also going to be not a dick. And then he was.