What would it be to say Another day at the office for once? Not that he felt much of anything, no regret or fear. But as a passing thought could he really help it? When others normâs were so mundane and yet here he stood, eyes glued to the pixelated print back lit on that screen and the words repeated themselves. Another day at the office... then again those few with their boring rituals and their boring lives thirst for the dark and the new and while his line of work couldnât be peered at from outside a window, he could so easily play pretend. A soft click matching the press of his fingers to the small protruding button of his phone. The light shutting off and its message being locked behind darkness. The cries stopped, heâd note first as he stood to stretch his legs and back. No more wailing and that insistent crying... though if he listened close enough he could hear the soft ends of a whimper. The dust grinding under his shoes as a lean figure pivoted from his chosen perch against a concrete wall and into the depths he went. Over the threshold and into the room heâd been quietly guarding. Unfazed by the thrown furniture and ripped tapestry, nor the bullet casings and the body just centimeters from his feet. The image before him drawing no particular emotion... something heâd become numb too in his years of service, or even before? After all how many times could you be a party to death before seeing the light drain like paint from someoneâs eyes felt as common as a little mark on a wall or scuff in some wallpaper? A low growl beginning to emerge from a hunched figure, signaling him to take a step back slowly and crouch. Show hes not a threat, and get down to the demons level. Making sure to look towards the male in front of him and yet not meet his eyes at all. âBoss.â the male spoke out, his voice soaked in a chic monotone as he let his eyes fall on the interesting glint of a necklace shifting near the mouth of another male. Playing the audience to the gruesome scene of death as that familiar audible gulping noise began once more despite this momentary distraction. âI just heard back, guy got a ticket out about a week ago. Probably caught wind we were close so he used these poor souls a sacrifice for time. Boys are after him though, close. Youâll get him by the end of day tomorrow. â Heâd continued, allowing himself to gaze upon the vacant expression of a beautiful woman. Her milky unblemished skin losing its color as she lay in the clutches of the monster he called his boss. The way her body lie under her attackers so reminiscent of something he might have seen before. A documentary of predators possibly... His bossâs body throw over her own to keep movement to a minimum, as if he really needed weight to keep her still... he knew well of the strength of this supernatural in front of him. Monster heâd wonder. No... His boss was unashamed and true to his nature. A monster would be the coward who threw his family into the fire to save his own meaningless life to escape retribution of his own creation. Those eyes shifting towards a small trembling figure in the corner as his fingers clutched the soft fabric of a stylized handkerchief now finding its way to the cool fingers of the other. âWhat you want me to do bout the kid?â A loud thud crashing through the settled silence of the room as golden hues followed the gaze and crouched in a corner trying to appear as small as possible and yet involuntarily crying and shaking sat a little girl. Couldnât be more than 6 or 7 but humans could be tricky that way... A small smile curling against full red glossed lips as the soft silk woven fabric found their way against the sharp of his jaw and the soft of his mouth to hide the blood like a kept secret between itâs threads. A soft mmm slipping as that tongue protruded quickly to lick away the last remnants of his meal from the round of his lips. That slender and yet thick, strong build emerging from his hunch. Arms and legs straightening and now a scene that seemed so full of occult horror now shifting as that man changed like a switch. In the mind of a child it seemed as if the monster disappeared and where he stood was now a man. Loudly did the force of his steps sound as the boss stepped over the lifeless body of another, grabbing a suit jacket from a near by chair and moving towards the door. âShe comes with us.â Being the last words the child heard as she watched, trembling as she watched one leave and another stand. Yelping as the room went black. For this man... merely a man. Just another member or goon or soldier, he couldn't help but think. Just another day at the office.
