Chapter 2- John Nodle the Specialist
Tall, dark and unfortunately not that handsome. Kenny sighed. John Nodle looked more like a really tall, gangly teenager... er, old-looking teenager with a nose that could break rocks if it wanted to. His elbows stuck out in every which direction, perhaps mimicking his black, badly-cut hair, and his uniform hung off his thin frame in loops and folds. The only truly threatening thing about him, really, were his eyes. Intense, dark and deep-set.
Kenny sat at his desk and nervously shuffled papers under that dark gaze. The man sitting beside him stared ahead impassively, his blonde hair and baby-face more suited to modelling than the army.
Kenny leaned sideways. "Um... is this really the best guy you have?"
The man turned bright blue eyes to meet his. "Yes."
"Oh... well... okay." Kenny straightened and faced John. "John Nodle! You have been chosen to investigate a strange happening in The City."
John did not speak but raised an eyebrow.
"Er... the people don't have much imagination there. But, anyway, there have been strange goings on in The City."
Kenny coughed, took a drink of water and continued. " First incident: Three bystanders claimed to have seen a thin, dark-haired man wandering around The Park. After... uh, well the time frames are pretty different so... um, after a little while the man went up to a... hobo... um, they say the guys name was 'One-eyed CrackJack' and he was 'living in that van' so... I guess he's a hobo... but, anyway! The... hobo began to talk to the dark-haired man... um, rant, really but that's just a minor detail and the dark-haired man proceeded to... 'go all... schizzy-like with... the Juice?'"
Kenny peered closely at the paper, brow furrowed. "...er, proceeded to freak out I suppose. Then he ripped out the hobo's eyes with a spoon and disembowelled him with a nearby needle."
Kenny glanced at Nodle and his guest. He swallowed at their blank expressions and nervously cleared his throat. "This is where it gets a bit weird... one witness says the man began ranting and screaming at the sky then died. Another says the man went on a killing spree in the park and killed ten other people. The third claims he saw Satan himself 'rise up from the bowels of hell and take the sinner with him'."
Kenny took a deep breath. "Second incident: An old lady was walking her dog down the street when she saw a tall, dark-haired man. He had torn, black clothing and wild hair. She says he was covered in blood and was leaving a trail of blood behind him. Well... she thought it was dyed water until she heard about some sort of mass murder at the mall and thought the man had been walking away from that direction." Kenny shuffled his papers. "Third incident: Several people on the street claim a dark-haired man killed a roadside mime by stapling him to a wall and draining him of blood."
"So some sort of mass murderer?"
Kenny jumped, papers flying everywhere. "Uh... yes, yes! Precisely... um, t-there's been a lot of other unexplained, horrific murders but none have been tied to... um, to him." Kenny tried to right all of the loose papers and failed miserably.
"And my assignment?"
Kenny swallowed. Okay, so the agent looked relatively harmless except for his eyes... and his voice. "Uh... y-your assignment is..." He flipped through the mismatched papers in his hand, losing several of them to the mercy of the floor.
"Your assignment is to find this man and possibly capture him for psychological evaluation and potential incarceration."
John's dark eyes settled on his Commander's baby blue's. "Does the subject need to be fully intact?"
A lock of platinum blonde fell in front of the Commander's wide eyes. "Not necessarily."
John nodded briskly, saluted to Kenny and turned on his heels out the door.
Kenny let out a breath and relaxed is hands, the papers flinging into the air. "So... he's your best?"
The Commander turned his eyes to Kenny's and smiled angelically. "Of course."
Author's Notes: Chapter 2 and the story will be on a sort of schedule after this! I don't know, I'm really bad at remembering stuff like that so some chappies may be late. Hmmm... how about every Saturday? Maybe...
Thanks to Androgynous Napkin for betaing! Check out her stories! I command you! Buahahahahahaha!
