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A Light in the Dark – by Jess
Aaron arrived in the aircraft hanger fully geared up in his black uniform. His shaggy blonde hair was pulled back into a small pony tail with a couple of strands falling to the sides of his face. As he approached the small jet a short figure emerged from it. Rick was wearing his usual navy blue suit with a with a tie. Today’s colour was red.
“Imran’s already on board,” Rick said. Aaron gave him a small nod and strode past the shorter man and into the jet. “There’s something you should know before you…” Rick started, the words stumbling quickly out of his mouth but Aaron had already seen the slender figure sitting in his plane.
“Who’s she, Ricky?” Aaron asked, pointing at the young woman with his finger. Imran snickered from somewhere inside the aircraft.
“For the last time, don’t call me Ricky,” Rick said, wedging himself though the door and past Aaron. “And I was getting to that, this is Moira, she’s the newest edition to our team -”
“We don’t need a new member.”
“The last job we had tells a different story, Aaron.” The blonde man suddenly bristled, his shoulders pulling back and his chest sticking out boldly. Aaron glared into his boss’ eyes. “You know what I mean. Look, a little back up can’t be a bad thing. She’s just here to keep a birds eye view on the scene and take out any hidden threats. Give her a chance.” Aaron set his jaw and gritted his teeth together. He turned his back to Rick and sat in the seat furthest from everyone else.
“Now that the introductions are over,” Rick said, closing the door of the jet. “There have been three deaths reported in the Dandenong Ranges. The victims have been brutally mutilated and eaten. Considering the largest predator in Australia is the dingo and they don’t live in the area, we were contacted.”
“We dealing with a werewolf?” Aaron asked, his voice tight.
“No,” Rick pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons, sending documents to his team. “The teeth marks are not deep or thick enough to be canine. And a vampire would have no interest in consumption of human flesh, just blood. This was done by something else.”
The team flipped through the photo evidence and skimmed the reports. The photo’s were difficult to look at, as most of the crimes they dealt with were, it was something they just had to do. Great chunks of each victims flesh had been torn from the bone until what was left was scarcely recognisable as human. The report stated that the victims didn’t have defensive wounds and were still alive when the creature began to eat.
“A creature that kills like this hasn’t been recorded in Australia before so we have no information. But our researchers are looking into it.”
Aaron flicked to the last page of the report. There was a fuzzy picture of a monster. To explain what it looks like correctly would be to say it was a cross between a zombie and a werewolf. A hunched over deathly thin human covered in sort coarse grey fur. It had teeth longer and sharper than a humans but shorter and thinner than a werewolf. It’s eyes were a frightening, glowing red in hollow sockets.
“We are treating this creature like a vampire and a werewolf. Don’t let it scratch or bite you because we don’t know what effect it’ll have. Apart from that, there’s nothing I can tell you.” Rick turned to Imran. “Lets go.”
“Can do,” Imran said from the front of the plane. The jet whirred to life and then surged out of the hanger and into the sky.
Aaron pulled his black sword from the sheath on his back and checked it for signs of wear or bluntness. It was his favourite weapon, one that had been given to him for doing a great deed. It had saved his life countless times. He slid his hand over the blade slowly and almost lovingly.
“That’s a beautiful blade,” a woman’s voice commented. Aaron ignored her and aggressively slid it back into the sheath. “Although I prefer to put a larger distance between myself and the bad guys. But then I don’t have the skill for hand to hand combat, unlike some.” The bad tempered man was about to fix the woman with a glare but when he looked at her, the distain he felt melted away.
Staring right back at him were warm brown eyes on a heart shaped face. She had a short nose, almost completely black hair and brown skin. There was a nasty scar on her right cheek that had healed over years ago. Moira wasn’t highly attractive so Aaron didn’t understand her allure at first. But then she smiled. She smiled and every ounce of negativity he held in his body vanished.
For the first time in his life Aaron didn’t want to use his gift. He didn’t want to violate her, to know her greatest weakness’. Unfortunately, as Aaron knew very well, it wasn’t something he had control over.
She has a deep fear of letting anyone getting close, whether physical or emotional. A desire to be close to others, despite the fear of being hurt. To be loved and also the breathtaking despair of knowing that’ll never happen because of what happened. The scar on her face is the key to these weakness’. To strike it would cause her so much psychological pain that it would be your best chance to take her down.
Aaron turned away from her and pretended like he had never looked in the first place. Moira gazed at him curiously and then, with care etched on her face, she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted. “This is where the most recent murder was,” Rick called back to them. “We’ll land here and scout the area, then it’s hunting time.”
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