Chapter Nine: Disturbance

Since it was a weekday, the streets of the city were barely filled with people and cars. It was nearly 9:30 in the evening as Raven drove to their destination. Garfield sat in the passenger seat gazing out the window. There was an awkward silence that lingered in the vehicle. The man still couldn't get the image out his head for earlier. He tried heavily to remove it from his mind, but it still lingered in his head. Trying to distract himself, he looked over to Raven who had her eyes focused on the road. Her blue-tooth illuminated a blue light in the dark car. She briefly talked to Cleaver then hung up.

"Cleaver and the others said they will be joining us within the hour." she spoke breaking the tense atmosphere.

"When do I get one of those ear-piece thingys?" Garfield asked pointed to the woman's ear.

"In good time. Just worry about your assignment tonight. Remember to only get them out of the nightclub. The two brothers are very close; however, one will point the finger at the other. Be careful. I want them both alive, especially our informant, Clint. Don't do anything irrational Logan." Raven informed.

"Yes ma'am." Garfield replied but a question lingered in his head for some time. "What information does the Clint have?"

Moments passed as Raven debated whether or not to answer the man's question. Her lips parted over her white teeth and spoke. "To be honest, Clint knows the whereabouts of a certain demon."

The man was interested in the mystery of the demon. He liked mysteries, but did she have to be so vague all the time? "And who would that demon be?" He asked hoping her could get more out of the woman.

Instantly, Raven's domineer changed. She was calm before, but after Garfield's question, her behavior changed. She clenched her fist to the steering wheel and furrowed her forehead. She sighed and spoke. "Trigon the Terrible."

Instantly, the name of the demon struck fear in the man. Such a title behind the name surely means that the demon is truly powerful. "Okay, so why are you after this demon?"

She squeezed her fist even more and it nearly turned white. "I've got a score to settle with the bastard."

"I see." Garfield said and continued to stare at the frustrated woman. He stared at her for while hoping she would extend more on the conversation. She had a graceful voice even when she was enraged. Moments passed and he didn't get any more information. "What's the score?" the man asked.

The woman continued to watch traffic. She slowly released her fist and relaxed them on the steering wheel. She looked over to him briefly and Garfield got the message. It was evident that she was annoyed by all his questions. If he asked any more questions, he knew it would anger her more. The man turned away from the driver and resumed looking out the window.

Garfield began to ponder within his mind. What did this Trigon the Terrible do to have this woman to seek revenge on him? He must have really pissed her off. Beside the point, I wish she would at least talk to me. She must be an insecure person. How come she knows so much about me, and I don't know squat about her? She's too mysterious, and I have to crack her. Raven must be hiding something, but if I snoop around I know I may be next on her hit list.

The bar was surprisingly full for a weekday crowd. Garfield placed his hands in his trench coat and scanned through the crowd. Usually, he was able to detect the scent of a demon or they would at least stick out in a crowd. However, this time was different. He couldn't even find the two men he was looking for. Yet again, he scanned and scanned the room, but nothing came up. Was Raven's information wrong? No, it couldn't be. But where the hell are the guys?Garfield asked to himself walking through the crowd of people mingling amongst one another. Suddenly, a man fitting the description exited the bathroom door and walked towards Garfield. The man clearly was the informant. The man walked towards Garfield and casually sat next to him. He gazed ahead of him trying not to make eye contact.

"Good evening" the man greeted to Garfield. "You must be under Miss Raven's supervision I must assume."

Garfield turned to face the man and nodded. "Yes and you are the informant. She is waiting for you outside. I'll quickly escort you out."

The man simply laughed. "No need at this moment. Besides, have a drink with my brother and I. Which reminds me, where the hell is the man?" As if on cue, a figure appeared behind the man named Clint.

"Ah brother! Talking about me behind my back again I see?" the figure said behind Clint. Garfield turned to the figure behind Clint. The man behind him appeared different in the picture. He looked, normal. Of course the two were twins, but in the photograph they looked different. One brother fit the description of the demonic looking twin, while the other appeared human as well. This is the time he wished he would have had that earpiece. The man had no way to communicate to Raven. Who knows where she may be? So Garfield did the only thing he could do: improvise. Clearly, he would have to keep tabs on the first man since he was the informant.

As time passed, Garfield continued to wait for the right time to take the men outside. It was a difficult task since they appeared reluctant to leave the bar. Several women would approach the two men and began to flirt with them. The men seemed comfortable with the women around and even started to kiss them on the lips and nip at their necks. Garfield, on the other hand, was uncomfortable. As the women enjoyed their necks being attacked, Garfield continued to stare at the glass of alcohol in front of him. The mission was not supposed to take this long, and Raven would surely be upset. He lifted up his head and turned it to the men. He was about to request that they leave, but Clint spoke.

"I believe it is getting quite late. This man has requested our presence outside brother." Clint spoke.

"I see. Then we best get going," the other twin said and held two women to each of his sides. Garfield stood up and began to walk towards the entrance. However, the two men walked in a different direction towards the side door. Raven wanted them to be at the entrance, but at least they will be outside in the alley. Who knows, she could be on the top of the roof waiting for them.

The group exited and stood in the middle of the alley. Garfield looked around for Raven, but she was nowhere. He continued to scan around the premises and she did not appear. Suddenly, Garfield felt this strange presence behind him. Before he could turn around, the man was grabbed in a chokehold. There was a strain of pressure behind him, as the figure behind began to constrict. Garfield struggled within the figure's grip and out of desperation for breath, the man bit down into the figure's arm instantly drawing blood. The figure let go of the man and Garfield took in a deep breath desperate for air. He turned around to find that the figure was one of the twins. Clearly, it was the one that was supposed to be murdered since his appearance and domineer changed. The man had red eyes and sharp canines. The demon began to breath heavy and growl under his breath. The Messor peered over the demon and found a similar creature behind the man. The women behind him appeared to be demons as well. Their crimson eyes glowed in the darkness. With the exception of one woman, she seemed to keep her composure and distant herself from the other twin. Garfield was expecting Clint behind his brother, but it was the opposite. The man behind him appeared to look like a demon. It had the same appearance as the demon in front of him.

Garfield was confused at the moment. Are these guys bipolar? First they look human and now they look like they want to kill me!

"As you can see brother, the man in front of you is a Messor and was instructed by, none other than, a half-breed to kill you." the man said behind the demon with a devilish grin. To Garfield, it sounded like Clint. He double-crossed the demons and the Messors. The demon in front of the Messor was clearly his brother. Garfield quickly grabbed the gun from his pocket and held it out on front of the demon. The demon only grinned and before Garfield could shoot, the demon was in front of the man. The handgun was knocked from Garfield's grip sending it into the darkness. The demon smiled showing his white fangs. Without a chance, the man was lifted from the ground as the demon held him upwards. The demon stared into Garfield's eyes and licked his lips slowly.

Garfield could feel the fear within him rise. He was going to die unless he did something. However, something rose deep within him. It was the same feeling in the training room. The feeling of hatred, anger, and blood lust filtered throughout his body. The instinct of survival manifested in his psyche during his confusion. Garfield could feel a burning sensation in his stomach when he feared losing control of his body and his mind. Whatever was happening, it was reluctant to be passed off and wanted to take control. Without a moment's notice, he gave into the rage and anger.

The hair on the back of Garfield's neck and shoulder rose, and his body began to relax from the demon's grip. His nails began to grow and his teeth as well. The demon tilted his head in confused. A soft growl escaped Garfield's lips. The demon could sense this new feeling from the man. It was no longer filled with fear, but blood lust. Before the demon could make a move, Garfield regained his composer and dug his sharp nails in the demon's face. The demon let go of the man out of pain. The creature screamed in pain and grabbed his face. Garfield's eyes were black and dilated. He picked up the demon and threw him against the brick wall with immense force. The demon cried in agony and the audience behind him fell silent. A gasp escaped their lips and the women clung closer to the man. With a wicked grin on Garfield's face, he walked over to the fallen demon and stopped a foot away from it. The demon was whimpering and crying under his breath. Uninterested, the Messor grabbed the demon by the neck and snapped it with a second. The demon fell to the ground and the air fell silent.

A huge grin filled Garfield's face and he turned to the other demon and the women. The demon was clearly terrified. Out of desperation, the demon threw two of the women to the ground and asked that he take the women instead of him. The demon slowly eased back and Garfield casually walked over. As he approached the demon, he walked over the weeping women paying no mind to them. The demon slowly backed up, but Garfield grabbed the creature by the neck and stared icily into the red eyes of the demon. The man smirked and was about to snap the demon's neck until a strong hand pulled him away.

Garfield was knocked onto the ground and the demon fell several feet away from him. The man opened his eyes to see what grabbed him. His vision was blurry and the feeling of rage was gone. His green eyes tried to adjust when he realized Cleaver was standing over him. When Garfield became conscious, Cleaver pulled the man from the ground.

"What the hell happened?" Garfield asked rubbing his head feeling disoriented.

"I don't know, you tell me." Cleaver replied.

Before Garfield could speak, a shadow dropped from the sky. The figure had a feminine physique and when she walked into the light of the moon, Garfield had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Raven came into sight from the darkness with an angry expression on her face. Her eyes were fixated on Garfield and he slumped down. Unknown to the Messors, the demon slowly stood up and retreated.

"I thought I told you to bring them out the front and I thought I clearly said to have them both alive." the woman snarled.

"W-well it d-din-n't turn out t-that way." Garfield stuttered.

She scowled at him and continued at walk towards him. Once she reached him, Raven stopped to his side facing the opposite direction. "Now, I have to hunt down my informant and get whatever I can out of him. I wish to not see you at the moment." she spat and directed her voice towards Cleaver, "Get him away from me before I strangle him. Take him to headquarters immediately. I will talk to him there after I'm done hunting. I will take Dante and Trent along. You and everyone else go and do not speak a word to him until I do. Be in the operations room waiting for me. I don't like lairs and I can tell if you lie to me. Now I must go." Raven commanded and with a swift moment, dashed towards the direction Clint fled.

Garfield began to shake and Cleaver walked towards the street. The man followed after him as the sinking feeling make his stomach drop.