B.E.A.S.T. Story: Long Day, No Break

Chapter 1 Paperwork Sucks!!!

My name is Phantom. I'm a Half Human agent from a secret organisation called B.E.A.S.T. (Bureau for Eliminating and Anticipating Supernatural Threats) that fights and protects the world from the paranormal and Supernatural. I have been one of their agents ever since I nearly died after being led by many bad and selfish choices that I made in my life. Luckily, B.E.A.S.T. stepped in and brought me into the organisation and gave me a choice. Either giving me a second chance for redemption in my life by working for them or spending a few lifetimes rotting away in prison.
It was rough working for them at first and I have to follow many restrictions and rules when going out on a job, but after a while, it became quite a good experience. They have treated me well, given me a purpose to fight for, and given me a do-over in my life.

But unfortunately, Today was a boring day at the office, writing paperwork after paperwork on a small desk in the lobby because BEAST apparently was understaffed today. While most of the agents are out on a long mission outside of headquarters or M.I.A. an unlucky handful like myself are unfortunately to be stuck here doing this rubbish, when I should be out there with fighting Evil. But I wasn't going to stay around long, cause soon I'm headed out on a rogue mission that soon go horribly wrong and aftermaths afterwards. It all started when I came back after a quick break, and another pile of paperwork was lying on the desk – paperwork that wasn't there when I left.

"Oh, for Christ Sake!" muttered Phantom, frustrated. His eyes started to glow red as he walked over to the desk and had a closer look at the pile of paperwork. He then read a small sticky note on top of it saying, 'Please fill these reports out before Tomorrow Morning! Or Else!'. To make matters worse, there was also a picture of a skull with X's on the eyes. Phantom shredded the note in seconds. "I've been doing all his homework all day and night for the past bloody year now!!!"

Phantom tossed the scraps in the bin next to him, but they scattered around the bin onto the floor. He couldn't even be bothered picking them up again, so he fell back onto a chair and sighed loudly like a cow. Then he picked up a few of the reports and read them to himself.

Phantom is a Half-Human with narrow carved base ears, light pale skin, crimson-red eyes, dark brown scruffy long hair, and a birthmark on his left forehead.
He wears a black long-sleeve shirt under a black vest filled with throwing knives, long black pants, black steel cap boots and a Beast uniform. Over everything is a dark grey damaged and unkept trench coat that he uses as a cape, with a symbol of .

"Another Unicorn has lost its horn. Wendigo sighting in the city. Elves are on strike in the streets again. An Agent reported about someone giving them a Latte instead of-.... A Cupertino?! Why is this even Bloody here?!! Hrrrrr!!!.... This is so boring!!!" Phantom facepalmed onto the desk, mumbling and complaining about how boring this is. "It been-.... forever! Since I went out on a mission. When am I going to something go out on a real assignment?!"

'Puff!'

Phantom startled up, off the desk as he sees another pile of reports appear in front of him. Then he looks to a skeleton beside him, who groans and nods at Phantom who was surprised that he didn't see or hear it coming. Then the skeleton turned around and walked away from him, and as he left the room, Phantom looked back at the new pile of paperwork reports in front of him, which was higher than the one next to it.

"Oh bloody great, what else could go wrong today?" Phantom sighed as he put the report back onto the old pile and looked at the new pile. There was another sticky note on there, and this time, it was bigger than the last one and smelled rotten, too. "God dammit."

'Dear Agent. I am currently working on a new experiment, and I don't have the time or care to check all this out. So I'm giving this to you! You have only today to complete all this paperwork along with two other piles of it that are coming later. They better be done! Or else I'm going to set you on fire and turn your body into one of my undead servants for the next one hundred years! The Chief Science..... Professor Leon Duskcloak.'

Phantom blood was boiling, and he started gritting his teeth together. Professor Leon Duskcloak is one of the leaders of the Science department, a higher-ranking dictator and a very mean necromancer who uses undead as servants to help with his research. He is around Ninety years old to Phantom's knowledge, has long grey hair, wears a lab coat and has a skull totem around his neck. Leon has a sour attitude and likes to push people occasionally, ensuring that this organisation gets its jobs done.

Phantom hates him some much. During his first year working in B.E.A.S.T., the Doctor focused on Phantom cleaning his Laboratory, and he experiments with his necromancing abilities. Like cleaning off the blood, moving one dead body from one place to the next and requesting him to search for something that he lost inside a pile of corpses, which he had on him all along. The worst part was, he knew he had it with him the entire time, using the situation to make a joke out of Phantom, smiling with a gruesome grin. Luckily, the higher-ups ordered Leon to stop making Phantom do his dirty work anymore, but the memory of it keeps coming back to every time Phantom walks past or hears his name around HQ. And the feeling of hatred remains.

"That Bloody C###!" Phantom crunches the note together and tosses it across the room, flying past the two skeletons and hitting a vase, which tumbles and smashes on the floor into hundreds of pieces and starts cursing at Dr Leon out loud. "That mother F##### Drongo! Making me do all his pointless chores again! I hope that man gets eaten by a dragon someday!"

"Wonderful Idea!" Whispers a random crackling shady voice.

"Who said that.... Who's there?" Phantom quickly looked around him in shock, trying to figure out who said that. But there was no one in the room, not a living soul at all. Then Phantom facepalmed with his left hand, sides it down his face and taking one big sigh. "That's bloody hell it."

Phantom went over to a computer and searched for any cases that were easy and simple to do. It could risk his career and get him into trouble, but he needs to get away from here for at least a few hours before he really loses his damn mind over paperwork reports.

"Let's see? .....there are gangs of thieves going around New York stealing pets....pass....... A man-wolf going around towns in Canada killing people.....nope!..... BEAST Hunter operators only.....bloody classification.... Farmer Everett wants help getting his Cockatri-...... Oh, hell nah!" Phantom keeps on going down the list of cases, which get stupider and weirder the further down he goes. "....a goblin broken into my house and stole my pink shoes.... seriously mates, why cannot you buy a new pair or get better security at your home!.....hmmm what's this one."

Phantom stopped at a case article, which didn't have that much to say. It said here that someone in a Dark grey hoodie wearing a grey bag and a black fabric mask covering his mouth somewhere in Chinatown, just about a few blocks away from here, is selling a different and mystical drug that can make a person lose their mind over or end up dead. The rest of the case report was blacked out for some reason, but he could make out a large list number of incidents of people suffering from the drugs. Apparently, ten percent of them died from it. They also said that the men had no magic ability from what little knowledge BEAST knows and still at large in Chinatown selling this stuff.

"Hmmm.... All right, stakeout it is." said Phantom as he started printing the picture of the hooded marksperson and the information on the case. He quickly sent an email to the chief director of BEAST, letting him know that he was on the cases. "Right, I just need to put on my gear, then find someone to watch my back on the cases, and we can get started."

Phantom quickly put on his coat, put a few more extra knives in his holster from his decks just in case, and made his way out of the room. But as he got to the hallway, he looked back, thinking about that voice he had heard earlier and looking around again just to make sure. And as before, there was no one there, just a quiet room with one fly flying around the room.

"Nah... it's probably just my mind playing tricks on me." Phantom shrugged and started searching around B.E.A.S.T. Headquarters for an agent. "Now, time to find a partner!"

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