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While the hazy sunlight chased away the shadows during these fresh autumn days it was a temporary relief to the stifling darkness that was to come. The nights were longer, colder now and some even swore that the shadows had grown thicker with the upcoming events of the all souls holiday. Most could feel, albeit somewhere in their sub-conscious, deep within the bowels of their forgotten hunter-survivor instincts that something just wasn’t right. Though it was fear that kept their lips sealed, no one in this day and age believed in ghosts and ghouls anymore, not openly. The day was drawing to a close, the sun shone its brilliant rays through blood red to gold highlighting and accentuating the clouds and tops of the sky scrapers. The town was growing quiet and the hustle and bustle of the rush hour traffic was coming to a slow, glacial drip while the streets that only an hour before had been filled with busy people who were as oblivious to their surroundings as they were to their own inner feelings. They were unusually dull, they chose not to see things they didn’t want to see and used science to explain away anything they couldn’t understand.
For thousands of years there had been worship, fear and substantial belief in the monster’s that lurk in the darkness, so much so there were books and stories that detailed the creatures and how to beat them passed down through generations. Though as time went on and mankind evolved with new technologies the old knowledge seemed to be passed on as myth and fairy tale and the books and documents were regarded as the eccentric works of a backward people. Those who kept the traditions and principles close to heart were regarded as weirdo’s, outcasts, those without a grounding in reality. So now, even those people kept their mouths shut and their eyes downcast, shunning away from the truth of the matter. Unless of course they were the eccentric few, or they had, one would think, the backing of a group of likeminded people. Covens and internet groups, abduction circles and monster hunting parties, it was all a little cute and fun and most of them knew little to nothing that would actually serve them in a true fight against the things they feared.
That was why there were groups like the Hawthrone Agency and the All Seeing Eye. Groups which knew things, hoarded the knowledge and spread it amongst those rallied to their cause. Dwelling in dark secret places by night and by day operating as legitimate law-abiding people, one might have walked passed one of these silent, deadly protectors without even knowing it. Perhaps one morning you even rode the bus with an exterminator of the unclean filth, who was busy organising paperwork as he rejoined the rat race. Likewise who knows how close you’ve been to the brush of Vampyre fangs or the touch of a ghost, perhaps you were sipping coffee at your favourite spot and felt a chill in the air, or at a night club with that one guy who was wearing sunglasses inside? It was a secret war, one that had been thought for years and was likely to continue for years to come, that was, unless something changed to throw the stalemate.
While the world was slumbering the wheels of great plans were beginning to spin, there had been reports recently in both camps about what was being termed as The Renegades.
It was well known that a virus had swept through many of the Vampyre Plus Boot Camps several years prior, which stripped the infected of the moral compass, their humanity if you will, and left them with only the base of their demon and its primal urges. This posed issues for both camps, especially with those with a less than human exterior. Many were put into underground facilities, caged and used for experimentation by V+ in hopes of finding a cure, while the Hawthorne Agency delighted in exterminating any unfortunate soul it came across with the infliction and recording the descent into madness that the individual had undergone. In hopes to use such footage one day against them, oh V+ sent operative to destroy most of the data but they would never get it all and while their attention was turned to sabotaging their long standing enemy The Renegades ran rampant. They loosely formed hives where many types would hole up on a temporary and often very fragile truce and now posed as big a threat as the Agency itself. The threat of world wide exposure was something V+ had always been careful to avoid, history had shown time and again that nothing good came from a monster revealing itself to human eyes. However The Renegades had no such drive and in recent weeks more and more video’s and footage of monster attacks had been leaked onto public sharing websites like Youtube and Facebook. So far most people took the video’s for a hoax but there would be a time, soon, that they would start believing otherwise.
Which was why you were called, late this gloomy night you received a message from a man you all were once familiar with. The hat man, this being comprised of shadow had a way of making sure you listened and complied, a certain calming effect on both body and mind and via Dedek the phantom receptionist he was calling for you to meet under the city centre in the sewers beneath the streets. “It’s been a while hasn’t it.” His smoky smooth voice seemed to transmit through the wires, “It’s time for you to go out again, here’s an address, you’ll need to get under the city, we’ve got an old friend of yours to introduce you too. Come armed.” And then the line went dead. When you reached the destination, which you’d realise is a man hole, you’d notice the sewer lid has already been partly prised open and propped that way with a long cylindrical piece of metal.