He looked like my prince, but he chose the wrong time and the wrong place for us to meet. Even though he knew he was doomed, he was bold enough not to freak out; he had this boldness in him that they couldn't do anything. My heartbeats were increasing as the angry-looking night creatures approached us. The car was just a few steps away, but if I decided to run, before I could start the engine, we'd be dead already. The worst idea was to take them down one on one. It was the craziest idea, but that was the only thing that could save us. My face was down as I was looking at my shoe, a habit when I am trying to calculate the fastest way to kill my opponents. Most of them had sharp weapons, and the ones without weapons had claws and sharp, long teeth. In the next few seconds, they were going to attack, but I was calm and not tense.
Joe heard his brother's voice; he was choking, and he had to turn to face the boss. The boss was an old jerk, one of those humans who protected night creatures from the cops, and they would protect him and do his dirty business for him. He was one of the drug dealers Joe and Williams had been on the case of for the past few years. It was the night creatures that he used to deliver drugs faster, and his drug partners did not want to owe him because if they did, they would be eaten.
Joe turned slowly to face the man commonly called Earth, the boss. Joe was shocked when he saw him, then he said, "It's been a while, old friend. Do you really think these pets can protect you? What made you think I would want to save him?"
"These pets have been helpful, they are strong, and they are willing to do anything I say. If I can't control the cops, I can rule them. I know you would want to save him because you're a cop, and cops protect civilians."
Joe noticed the girl Davis had brought home the other day among the gang trying to attack him. The girl he was holding tried to run, but he held her firmly. She was also shocked by the relationship between the two guys. The huge guy was still holding Davis by his neck, this time squeezing his throat. The fact was he was one of the night creatures, so he would not die like that. However, Joe noticed that their real plan was to sacrifice Davis in an old way: holding him by the neck above a wood fire and chanting spells. The fire itself was not going to kill him, but the spells and the fear. His spirit would be caged in the body for life until the spell was broken, and he could come back in another body. He would slowly regain his memories of his past life; his present body would decay from the inside, and all his abilities would go to the person holding him above the fire.
Joe had a second thought and allowed her to go. He was expecting Earth to do the same, but he said, "You have to pay for treating my lady roughly."
All I could hear after that were spells and Davis yelling. I could not do anything, because even if I wanted to, what could I have done? When the ritual was done, they dropped his body on the cold floor, laying there helpless. I stood watching them do all they did, and they left. The clouds seemed to share in Joe's pain, crying on his behalf. Still in the rain, in the same position, just standing at a point, facing down, drenched by rain, I could not find myself. The last hope was gone, I had lost him.
After being in the rain for over an hour, Williams finally appeared, sad and speechless when he saw Davis's body on the floor. He joined in the silent mourning, and we both stood under the rain for another hour, crying in the rain without making a sound and without changing our position. The two guys picked up the body, placed it in the trunk, and drove downtown to Alaskat to find a witch or a wizard to break the spell.
Unlike any other place, Alaskat was where people with special abilities stayed low from the normal world. Here, everyone knew each other and what they did for a living. Most people worked together for the betterment of the town. When Joe and Williams got there, they headed to the most famous bar because the best way to locate someone in that kind of area was in the bar, where someone would surely know him or her. Williams was in his early twenties, while Joe was in his late teens. The witch they saw was quite good, but she was just a teenager, turning eighteen that year. Joe wanted to give her a try, not because she was beautiful, but because one could not judge a witch by her age. When she laid her hands on Davis, he was cold and drenched by the rain, and she felt a slight spike in her body, like an electric current running through her. She saw that Davis had been meeting with those guys, and he didn't die primarily because Joe was holding the serial killer. He died because he had some disagreement with them. Her visions were not clear, but he was not safe because she saw Williams in her visions. She couldn't tell Joe and Williams what she had seen, so she told them what they wanted to hear: he was going to be okay, and she and her team would try their best to break the spell.