10-2
Mark changed the channels until he got a transmission from Command.
"Level four. 10-2. All units, return to your command. Note: Avoid all winged creatures…
"I repeat. Level four, 10-2. All units, return to your command. Note: Avoid all winged creatures."
…Damnit. I hope they haven't investigated Curtis's death yet…
Mark switched to another channel, the one connected to his precinct, the 84th precinct.
He clicked the button to start the transmission and waited for the beep before he spoke,
"...uh…1765 to dispatch. There's been a, uh, 10-54 [1] at uh…" Mark looked out the window in search of the street name sign, "Greenwich avenue."
…Oh God. The least I'll get is a life sentence… Mark looked around nervously.
"1765. 10-6." The dispatcher told Mark to standby.
"Copy."
After a few seconds, there was a beep.
"1765. What is the state of the patient?"
"Unconscious. Broken limbs and head injuries. First aid has been administered."
"10-4 [2]. Uh, 10-7?"
"Greenwich avenue."
"Cause?"
"Unknown."
"Copy…"
...Sigh, I'm truly done for… Mark placed his head on the steering wheel.
At the back of the truck, one of the bodies of the demons Damian took started spasming.
One could see through the bullet hole through its left eye.
It slowly crawled forward, until it got close enough to be able to hear Mark.
"1765. 911 services have been halted citywide to prevent the death of medical personnel. Return to your command immediately."
"What? Why? The patient in question here is the director of NYC Central Health, a leader and one of the best medical personnel!"
"1765. Return to your command immediately."
"There's a civilian life on the line. Send an ambulance now dammit."
"1765. Return to your command immediately."
Mark clicked the button once again to talk, but he just released it, put it down and was about to start the truck.
…What if I go and they detain me? I can't go to jail! I just can't! Shit, I can't just go down like this…
Mark placed his hands on the steering wheel and stared at his hands intently.
"It's… gone." He muttered.
He closed his hands and opened them repeatedly.
…I don't feel any different…
Mark noticed Damian's overcoat on the dash pad. Without any hesitation, he quickly searched the outer and inner pockets for Damian's phone.
…I mustn't get caught. What if Karin and Rebecca find out about Cranberry? Shit, that'll be the end…
He looked around the truck for Damian's phone and finally found it in the glove box.
…Oh, thank goodness… He quickly grabbed it.
A red loading bar popped on the phone screen.
[Welcome back!]
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[User Information]
Name : Mark Jordan
Titles : (none)
Age : 30
Race : Half-demon (Purified)
Side : Demon
Rings : 12
Rank : Mid
Special Power : Demon strength amplification lv.10, Morph lv.8, Order lv.8
Affiliate : (empty)
Current Phase : (none)
Upgrade Points : (none)
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…I upgraded when I killed Curtis the second time, yeah, I'm sure of it. Ok, so I just have to familiarise myself with my abilities. I bet it shouldn't be that hard, plus I've used some of 'em before…
Mark clicked on the first special power.
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[User Information]
Special Power : Demon strength amplification
Level : 10
M.O.A : Granted
Description : This special power gives the user a 10x boost in strength. A higher boost will require spiritual energy.
Type : Self
Cooldown : (empty)
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…Good enough at least. But I don't want to fight, just run away if they wanna try to detain me. Let's try the next one…
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[User Information]
Special Power : Morph
Level : 8
M.O.A : Granted
Description : This special power gives the user the ability to take the form of a demon temporarily. In this mode, the individual is granted a higher presence of existence.
Type : Self
Cooldown : 4 hours
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"Woah… I've become some type of super soldier."
…I could smell death. I knew what was happening miles away with extreme accuracy, almost like a 360° view and could find anyone as long as they're in range. I gained extremely sharp senses, no, I smelt death, this is way beyond extreme…
…And I remember wanting to tear down every single thing in my path. Sigh, that much rage won't do any good. Plus, it only lasts about a minute…
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[User Information]
Special Power : Order
Level : 8
M.O.A : Granted
Description : This special power gives the user the ability to control creatures with a lower level of spirituality. The 'order' bestowed on lower creatures can be overwritten by one with a higher spirituality than the user.
Type : Non-contact
Cooldown : 20 minutes
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…This should be easy to master since I've used it before…
Mark took a deep breath.
Vroom… The engine started, Mark muttered to himself, "The police is no match for the current me."
* * *
Arthur had been in his and Damian's tent all morning. He folded himself under a blanket with his head popping out the top.
He just stared into the abyss. Not making a single sound.
He still remembered how his mother slaughtered everyone on the floor. But the part that stayed fresh in his mind was that man's smile.
He stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back. Everything physical started crumbling right before his eyes.
He kept on sinking deeper and deeper. He had a feeling deep inside his heart that if he stared long enough, he would see something.
Just when he saw two red lights,
"Hey." Michelle shook him, making him return to his senses.
"What's your name?" She asked.
Arthur kept on staring into the blank air.
"I'm Michelle."
"Get out." Arthur said.
"Hmm? Ok. But why do your eyes look so weird?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Nevermind." Michelle left the tent.
Arthur sat up and picked up the gun Mark gave him.
He raised it to the side of his head, then he slowly dropped his hand.
He picked up the phone Damian gave him before and stared at its blank screen.
On the phone screen, he had blue hair and deep blue eyes and cuts were all over his body.
He quickly looked down at his body, but all he saw was his flat chest. There were no cuts or bruises.
He pulled some of his hair down but it was still brunette.
He returned his focus to the phone screen but it was now showing a red loading bar.
[Welcome! New User]
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[User Information]
Name : Arthur Winfield
Title : (none)
Age : 12
Race : Human
Side : (empty)
Rings : 0
Rank : (empty)
Special Power : (none)
Affiliate : (empty)
Current Phase : (none)
Upgrade Points : (none)
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…Is this what Damian is looking at every time?
Grrrr… Arthur's stomach growled fiercely.
…I haven't eaten all day…
* * *
[1] NYPD ten code meaning 'medical attention: ambulance needed'.
[2] Means 'copy'.