The Evanescent

Chapter Two

The elevator doors opened and the cool night air flowed over Deitonin as he stepped out onto the street, feeling at ease as he looked up at the full moon. The Dæmon reached into his pants pocked and pulled out the shred of dark cloth from Mae's cloak, lifting it to his nose to get her scent.

He looked around at his surroundings as he put the cloth away, wisps of silver and amber light highlighted everything around him. He caught the source of her scent to the east, toward Old Haven, or the Slums, depending on who you asked.

Deitonin scaled a nearby building and took off running after the scent, crossing gaps and dodging metal structures as he entered Old Haven. His surroundings grew noticeably rougher and much less stable under him as he moved through the night.

His hood slipped back as he suddenly stopped, catching sight of Mae hiding in the shadows by a run-down house on the outskirts of the slums. The Dæmon pulled his hood back up over his face as he took his place on the edge of the roof, just outside of her sensory radar.

She held an old fashioned pistol that looked a bit out of place for this time period, which intrigued Deitonin greatly. Mae then leaned over and looked through the window, the Dæmon leaned down and saw a man standing in the dimly lit room within.

Mae's presence here made him wonder just what she was doing, then it clicked.

Oh...and assassination... he thought dropping into a dark alley to get a closer look, How interesting...

Mae then turned toward the window fully and shot, causing that delicious spray of red mist and grey matter he loved so much...

The Dæmon sighed to himself as the boom of her shot registered, she didn't even take the time to get a silencer.

A rookie mistake.

He watched he enter the room, her hatred obvious. The Dæmon hesitated before nearing the window, sitting back on his haunches to remain out of sight as he peered into the room.

"Damn heathen..." she snarled giving the man a solid kick to the ribs.

It was a bare room with only the edge of a metal bed peeking from the corner by the window. Deitonin's nose wrinkled at the old, musty scent of sweat and fear permeating the room.

He could sense a young female spirit nearby as well as the fading one of the man on the floor, causing him to roll over onto his side, facing the window. Deitonin recognized the man as one of the crime bosses responsible for the illegal slave trade in Haven City.

She turned to face the bed, walking over and unchaining a poor girl who appeared no older than thirteen at the most. She looked malnourished and trembled as Mae neared her.

The girl looked up at her with wide, scared eyes.

"It's okay..." she assured her in a soft voice, "He's gone. He won't hurt you any longer..."

Deitonin could sense the girl's fear and pain, making him unconsciously unleash his claws as anger broiled within.

Mae then reached into her cloak and pulled out some clothes for her, probably coming from a hidden satchel. He moved slightly closer, but ducked out of view as the girl turned to look toward the window-

Crunch!

He silently cursed as a brick on the windowsill fell out of place, crumbling at his feet rather noisily. Deitonin silently hopped back, disappearing into the shadows as he pulled his hood low over his face.

Mae's form appeared in the window and she looked out, silently drawing her sword.

Dem'tic instinct kicked in and his eyes narrowed, the pupils thinning to slits. He stepped forward as his claws extended fully, gritting his teeth and biting his lip to keep from uttering an aggressive sound.