Chapter 2 It All Begins
The night now surrounding the town. A shadowy figure stand on top of a building. The light of the moon cast his upper hood and his cap flows freely by the wind. His gaze seems focused on a lane which lead to an old warehouse. He is pondering right now, must be plotting something. Then slowly but surely he began to made his way, approaching it. Upon closer inspection, it looks clear that the owner of the warehouse doesn't care so much for the messy state it faced. Ohh.. and speak of the devil.
"Well.. aren't ya look tempting? coz i'm gonna treat my self for this special circumstances" Dante sat lazily on his "throne"with both of his legs on the desk, he began to take a bite from a bread he obtained from the recently commotion.
"Damn! its been awhile to taste something good like this. Must be my lucky day." Dante keep chew up the bread then stop briefly "Gotta get something to drink!" Dante makes his way to the what it seems a kitchen room. He open up the refrigator to fullfill his thirst only to be dissappointed, much for his dismay there is only one bottle left "Ahh shit.. I'm running low on water. This must be solved quickly. Ahh, i should go to Ted's. Maybe he can resupply it, will he?" regardless, he took it anyway and drank the remaining water in one gulp. "Hufft.. that will do!" then throws the bottle to the bin without looking as it entered perfectly just the way he wanted.
As Dante took another bread from the bucket a loud ring come out from his phone. "Ohh, talk about business already." Dante smash one of his legs on the desk to make the phone bouncing right to him to catch.
"Dante here, a handyman who take any odd job. Ready for services. What is the password?"
The client answer the password correctly. A grin formed on Dante's face.
"So what you need me to do?" Dante began to ask. A raspy voice could be heard on the other side of the phone.
"You are the one who would takes any dirty job am i correct? I mean... anything right?"
"If it comes to a fine paycheck, i'll bite for whatever shit i am assigned for. So what's your favor?" ask Dante while he continue chewing his bread.
The man reply with a quivering voice "Hahh... thanks God it seems i've come to right place. Uhh.. its kinda about the strange unnatural events that befell my family.."
This makes Dante narrowed his eyes "Speak."
"The first incident happened to my daughter, Jocelyn. Then it involving my wife and so myself. My daughter behave kinda strangely these weeks, you see. Looks like she often locking herself in her room rather than spending her time for more appropriate things. The worse occurs at night when she is not being watch, she happens to sneak out of my house. I don't know the reason why she's doing all that, but last time i found her... she is far outside my house standing alone in the woods, like a freakin statue!" the man explained.
"Have you tried to talk to her?"
Gulping his throat the man groaning briefly then continue "Of course i do, i've tried to talk some sense to her but she simply ignored me. My wife managed to get her to speak out but still it doesn't solve the problem at all. She asked for a reason why she keep her mouth shut and Jocelyn says..."
"What did your daughter say?" Dante press in. As his client tried to explain more he can hear his client words become faltered and more quivering than ever before.
"Hhhhh.. she told her.."
A heavy sigh could be heard from the other side of the phone makes Dante give his proper attention.
"... that she saw her.. She told her not to say anything. And she hates us. My wife is freaking out, she keeps telling me that there is.. someone tried to take her daughter away. She asked me to not leaving the house, merely to keep her company because she feels being stalked. At first, she thought that.. maybe a certain Headmaster from the mysterious academies that train fairy tale heroes and villains alike is targeting her... But soon it proved to be non relevant, as normally He just snatch her away to His wing rather than corrupting my daughter's mentality. She suspected this is another case, may be involvement of supernatural entity? ... I think it was a ghost."
'Demons' Dante wondered, the adrenaline rush began to flow through his body, he grinned more widely. As his interest increasing more escalate. This should be it. A chance to fulfill his thirst of thrill. This occurence without a doubt always brings excitement for him. He will take this job right off the bat. And decimate whatever things that threatening this client family.
"Please.. , you've got to help me! I've got no one else to solve this case. You see.. no one would ever believe my story. This is far beyond my capabilities. And my daughter... s, s, she's .. she's missing again.. (sobs) I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE_OHH GOD!" the man is breaking down as his frustation is audible to Dante's phone.
"Alright mister, i'll handle this mess immediately. I should come to your place quick. Where is your address?"
"at Dunwall district, Goldstein Street block 17" he answered
"Just stay low, i'm on my way!" Dante hung up the phone. What he need right now are proper equipments and a nice red trenchcoat for the job.
He put his black gloves on then grabbed his trusty pistols, Ebony and Ivory. A set of heavily customized M1911 chambered with 45ACP rounds, with double stack magazines and slam pads at both guns. He put them at their holsters. "Now for the last companion.." He gazed at Rebellion hung on the wall then walks toward it. Picking it up, he can feel the weight of the claymore stylized broadsword with plain grip and skeletal guard. Each sides have a design resembling of a eary skull, but the other has horns on it. "This will get the job done!" he say as he swing the sword side ways expertly then put it on his back.
Shifting the doorknob, Dante make his way out toward the night. The moon shines perfecly above the dark sky as its giving signs for the creature of darkness for their time is finaly come. Shadows are lurking over the building sillhoute menacingly. Despite it all, the guy doesn't care. He keep the haste with sarcastic smirk of his all the way until the darkness ingulf his figure.
-Several hours before
Continue stiring his own potato soup. Ted doesn't realize his mom, Mary is staring at him now with curious eyes. Smiled slyly at her son, the redhead tug his shoulder lightly. "Why don't you eat your soup already my boy? Its gonna get cold."
Ted startled at the sudden touch "Uhh what?!" he dropped his spoon on the table accidentaly.
Amused by her son reaction Mary can't hold the urge to know what is Ted gotten in to "Hoo.. what's with that face? you seems don't talk much today, care to share it with me?" she asked gently.
"Ohh.. no its nothing Mom! I'm cool!" Ted retorted shyly.
Prop up her chin with one hand she looked at Ted suspiciously "Hmm..you can't fool me, i can see right through your face. You surprisingly not good at lying, which is a good thing." she chuckles
"Nuh-huh, i'm not keeping anything" Ted avert his gaze from his mother.
"No, you clearly are. Just let it out already.. So what is it now?" Mary persist now with soothing gaze.
'Damn! how can i said no to that face' Ted gave in finaly "*sigh Fine, you got me!" he closed his eyes, hands on the air then inhaled softly. "It is the rumoured prophecy about the taking off certain kids by a certain Headmaster to enlist at certain academy. The academy have two sides, one is School of Good the other is School of Evil. Choosen candidats could end up in Good side or Evil side."
"Ahh, so that was bothered you. What are you suggesting at?"
"Is it true for the choosen one can change their fate once they graduated at said Academy? I know it sounds ridiculous but what do you think?" Ted tilt his head at her.
Taken aback at Ted's qustion, Mary blinking her eyes "Hmmm.. Maybe yes, maybe not. Depend on how good your grade are. As if you are the choosen one" she grinned.
"Is it just me or you seems kinda know this well Mom. I thought you never know about this kind of thing" Ted raised one of his brows.
"You doubted me? it is i who taught you a lot of things remember. I maybe not look like it but am pretty sure i know better than you do." said Mary with a smile. "Lets just say that i knew that from my old aquintance"
"Ohh that's cool, so the school was real right?! its gonna be awesome to enrole there i knew it!" Ted leaned more closely with enthusiastic expression.
"Whoa easy there my boy. Did you really wanna go there that much? you're gonna leave me alone."
"Well is it wrong for me to chase my dream, i want the Headmaster to get me there... if am being choosen of course." Ted bent down his head then take a spoonful of his potato soup.
Mary pondered in her mind for seconds "... That school, it can change your fate for sure. But don't tend to meet your own expectation."
"What do you mean?"
"It depend on your rank in your class, such as your academic achievement. If you did good and pass each class you can have your dream. But if you happens to get bad rank... it might not end well for you."
Dumbfounded Ted gulped before asking again "... what happened for those who get bad ranks?"
"Cannon fodder." Mary's expression became serious "You could end up being an animal or a plant. Worse, you become a pawn that will be sacrificed if necessary for the safety of the someone who get good ranks at school, nicknamed Prince or Princess destined to be King and the Queen." she said it with sour face. "And i don't.. ever want you to end up like that." she patting her son on the head.
Ted speechless for seconds as he look at her right on the eyes. His mother is worry over him, afraid of his fate being turned bad. He need to rethink again for his decision soon "I'm sorry Mom."
"Its okay Ted. Just finish your bowl already. Then go to bed to your room. It is late now, you should rest." Mary sat up from her seat. Picking up the rest of the dishes.
Ted then went upstair, reaching his own room then slumped to his bed. He reach the blanket to cover half of his body. Resting one of his arm on his forehead, he gaze at the ceiling. "But it doesn't hurt if i take the chance huh?" he asked to himself then only to be replied by the silence of his room. He just want to venture himself, get a better life. If he think about it, his current are not bad either. But still.. his urge is still there, deep down inside. He had that desire.. to make his own story and becomes what he wants to be. Sleepiness overcome him as his eyes begin to close , slumbering more deeply in the soothing dark.