Inside a silver SUV, parked in front of a modern two-story building with a white exterior in the urban neighborhood of Timberwood Town, Eldoria City, Terragon, Epic States of Pelagris, around early evening, two men engaged in discussion. It may seem as though there wasn't anyone in the car in the eyes of any passerby since the dark tinted windows were all wound up, but the occasional ring of phone call betrayed their presence.
"Martins, my flight is in the next few hours, what do you have to say?"
The one holding a phone asked as he navigated across the phone screen, the screen light revealed his face to be slightly scrawny and he was bald, a small backpack placed on one of his thighs as he sat on the front seat.
"Silas?..... The boy, how long does he have until the manifestation?" The one who appeared to be fiddling with a cigarette asked, supposedly Martins, seated on the driver's seat, he held the glowing cigarette up between his fingers and rested the other hand on the steering, although his face wasn't clearly revealed, his head silhouette appeared to be bald also, but he was quite bulkier than the dude with the phone. Silas, the one supposedly with the phone drew a long sigh. A call entered but he cut it off.
Beside the driver's seat, a duffel bag sat, slightly open to reveal stacks of cash and a handgun tucked in its side pocket.
"A few years to come" He replied.
"Stop beating through the bush, Silas, you know I want a more detailed answer than that, I'm doing this against my profession," Martins said with a hint of impatience in his voice.
Suddenly sounds of sirens could be heard approaching from afar, he wound down the window and checked, there was a slick black sports car being chased by police cars but it was losing them, the car was faster. The sound of police communicating using radios filled the air.
"We are losing the suspect, he's heading your way! All units, prepare to intercept! Block the road at the last junction! Do you copy? Block the road at the last junction!" an officer's voice crackled over the radio.
Just before the slick black sports car passed by the silver SUV, Martins brought out a small ashtray from his pocket. It was made of glass. With precise timing, he threw it at the oncoming sports car.
The ashtray flew through the air in a perfect arc, shattering the front-tinted glass of the speeding car. The driver's shocked expression was visible for a split second before the ashtray struck him on the side of the head.
The impact caused the driver to lose control, making the car drift wildly before spinning out. The tires screeched as the vehicle careened to the side, slamming into a row of parked cars with a deafening crash. Metal crunched and glass exploded into the air as the sports car finally came to a stop, smoke billowing from under the hood.
The police cars swarmed the wreckage almost instantly. Officers leaped from their vehicles, guns drawn, shouting commands at the dazed driver. The scene was chaotic, lights flashing and sirens wailing, but Martins and Silas remained calm in their Silver SUV.
"Suspect has lost control due to overspeed! We have him in custody! Do you copy?" The officer's voice over the radio was triumphant.
Martins wound down the glass back.
"So... How many more years does he have?" He asked with a calm demeanor as if nothing serious had happened.
"Listen, Martins, it's not certain, Dr. Connor said in the next five years, it will start" Silas replied.
"Hmm.... That is still quite long except not for their kind, but the boy... He would start living on his own from now on right?" Martins asked.
"What about what we talked about?" Silas faced Martins and asked.
"I will try my best to watch over him from the shadow, but my no is still no, I can't adopt him, since his rented apartment is beside my house, he should be alright," Martins said, his words carrying every hint of finality.
Suddenly, Martins burst into a loud laugh and stopped to heave a sigh.
"A hunter watching over a werewolf, I sounded funny..... It's quite a paradox isn't it?" He said.
"I know, but for old-time sake, friend" Silas pleaded, his voice slightly tinged with anxiety.
"I thought you would wait till next week when Dr. Connor's funeral will be held," Martins asked, he sounded grave as though the person being talked about held some sort of great significance.
"I wished to, but if I wait, it is only a matter of time before Aiden finds me, Dr. Connor's E12 drug effect would have waned by then....
.... May his soul rest in perfect peace" Silas concluded.
"You are right, even his apprentice umm... Kallen doesn't know how to produce it, if you wait, it would only result in endangerment of the boy" Martins agreed.
"Ok let's go, it's almost time," Silas said as he switched on his phone to check the time.
"Wait Silas, a final warning to you, if the boy tends to go rampage, I will strike the killing blow," Martins said frankly.
The sound of Silas swallowing echoed in the tense silence that followed. His eyes widened as he struggled to keep his composure, the weight of Martins' threat sinking in.
Then the car zoomed off immediately.
*****
A week after...
The weather was cloudy, different people, young and old were clad in black suits, and the scenery was green as tombs lay arrayed across the ground, the priest, a man in his mid-forties, donned in typical priest's ceremonial clothes, gave the last farewell word to the dead in front of a gravestone and many people. On the gravestone, it was written:
Beloved father and Grandfather
Dr. Julius Connor Hawthorne
January 4, 1940 — July 10, 2010
Few cries of children could be heard amidst the crowd. After a while, a few people came dropping flowers. The funeral was completed and the crowd started to disperse.