The Hunter || clifford

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Michael was working on tracking down the girl known as the white rabbit, still with no luck, when he got a call from Demsey who was already in Sydney. His collegue sounded upset, like like she was worried about something. "Michael?" The sixteen year old hunter told him from the other line. 

"What do you want, Dempsey?" Michael half-groaned into the phone. He was in no mood to talk to anyone.

"Promise you won't curse me out and that you won't panic." Was the very first thing she said. In the background Michael could hear the sound of a car engine, most likely Paul's car because he had a liscence and Dempsey wasn't allowed to drive yet. It sounded like they were on the road. "Swear it, Michael. Swear it right now." Dempsey insisted.

"Did something happen to Harley?" Michael immediately assumed, sucking in a nervous breath. What else would Dempsey Johannsson be calling him for? Or why else would she be nervous? That had to be the case, Harley was in danger and they needed him to help her. Michael thought of the worst case scenario, his voice coming out in a panic. "What did you do to her, Dempsey? Is she dead?"

"No!" The brunette replied.

In the distance, he could hear the muffled voice of Paul's Mexican accent. "And please don't tell the boss about this. We don't want to end up like Rohan."

A mistake had killed their collegue Rohan.

And the boss didn't tolerate mistakes. It was the one rule of their society of hunters. Make one mistake and you're done. You're dead. Considering that, Michael was grateful to be the boss' son. He had committed several mistakes, the most severe being the fact that he fell in love with Harley. But he had more chances than the others.

"Just tell me what happened." Michael urged.

"We called because we thought you might know something that can help us." The girl hunter began. "Some girl, a ghost, trapped Harley in another dimension and took over her body. And we don't know how to get her back. There's another ghost, a boy, and he said he knew someone who could help us."

"Calum." Michael stated.

"I don't know his name." She huffed, frustrated. "And so Paul and I were supposed to take care of her while they figured out how to fix things. But I took the first shift and I fell asleep..."

"You lost her?!" The pale faced boy yelled.

"We're on our way to get her." Dempsey assured him. "We know she's at the hospital with her friend Cindy."

Getting up off his bed, he lifted the cushion where he kept stacks of money. He grabbed a handful of it that would probably be enough to get him to Sydney and still have money to spare. He made sure his wallet and passport were in his pocket and told his friend, "I'm going back to Sydney right now. Harley needs my help. I'll be there by tomorrow morning."

"No. That's not necessary." The girl told him from the other line. "We've got it all under control. We just wanted you to know what happened. You know Paul and I are really close with you. You're like our brother and I know how much you care about the girl. Besides, you have a lot of work to do in London."

Michael growled angrily. "Do you realize how much it fucking hurts to know she's in trouble and I can't help her?" His foot came into contact with the wall, causing yet another crack in the old building.

"Everything will be fine." Dempsey assured him. "We're at the hospital already. We'll let you know if anything happens. Bye." And she hung up the phone.

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