Eleven: The Sequel of AlterMyth

Things Left Unsaid

Prologue

A white van sped through the side streets and back alleys of London. It evaded the cruisers and beat cops of the Metropolitan Police under the cover of darkness. All the while, a small, peculiar red rat clung onto the bumper of the vehicle. His red fur and his rat ears rustled through the wind that threatened to yank him off the van. However, he dug his claws into the metal and held on for dear life.

The tiny red rat furrowed his brow and closed his eyes, forcing out the noises of the wind and road around him. When he did, telepathic signals emanated from his mind like a transponder and traveled many miles to his worried master.

Baelz Hakos.

Bae and Irys were in the back of a Metropolitan Police van, a so-called 'Black Maria', alongside a mix of police officers and MACV soldiers. Irys regarded her troubled partner and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright, Bae?"

"Long range telepathy is tougher than I first thought." Bae admitted. She shook her head and wore a frown, "Mr. Squeaks is sending me signals and I'm picking them up, but they're still on the move. It'll be a while before we find out where they're taking Dr. Ceres."

"Is that so...?" Irys' voice started deflating too.

"Aside from that, Omega's calling us back into active duty." Bae leaned back into her seat, "I thought I could put my soldiering days behind me after this whole Council business, but the world still turns."

"Yeah." Irys agreed somberly, "No matter how far we run or how much things change, we can't escape our past." The Nephilim laughed uncomfortably, "I'm not a Grim Reaper anymore, but I'm still surrounded by death everywhere I go."

"Irys..."

"I-I'm sorry..." Irys promptly apologized. She forced herself to smile, "We can't let this get in the way of our investigation."

Bae watched the Nephilim's strained expression with concern, but she couldn't quite read what she saw. Irys' two-colored eyes were turned away from Bae. She could tell that Irys was looking - or rather thinking - of somewhere far away.

At the time, though, Bae didn't know how far.

Moments later, the police van came to a halt. Irys and Bae followed the police officers and the soldiers out onto the sidewalk of the Fleet Street Coroner's Office. The building was cordoned off by police cruisers and wooden barricades while reporters and civilians tested the defenses.

The onlookers all asked the police officers about what the hell went on in the Coroners' office in the dead of night. However, those were rhetorical questions. They could see the shattered glass of the windows, the blood splattered on the walls, the constant stream of maimed bodies carted out on gurneys. They could hear the inconsolable wailing and weeping of the Coroner's now-widowed wife under the shadow of the Union Jack flying at half mast.

Despite all of the newfound powers and authority that Bae had gained as the Representative of Chaos, tragedies still happened in the world around her. It made her feel weak and sick to the stomach. There was nothing she could do for that grieving lady - or the many others who would mourn the tragedy that took place.

All that Bae and Irys could do was get to the bottom of this case - and identify the culprit of this horrific attack.

The so-called Type D Horror.

By doing so, Bae hoped that they could stop tragedies like this from ever happening again.

The Representative and the Nephilim steeled their hearts and marched into the bloodied hallways of the Coroner's office. They made a beeline for the now lifeless corpse of the Type D Horror, shone a flashlight over the body and began their analysis.