Story: Vincent VS Baron Part 1

Sunday; September 7th 2014 9:44am
Vincent talking to Peter Foreman

Vincent sitting down on the small wooden chair: “So you said David has a son?” * Peter Foreman nodding whilst holding a gun in hand cleaning it.

Peter Foreman: “Yes; From what I’m aware there is still a house under his name. David has gone missing but he certainly still has a son.” Vincent: “What are you proposing exactly?”

Peter Foreman: “Who was it that shot you?”

Vincent: “David pulled the trigger… but it’s not like I didn’t get one up on him. I did.”

Peter Foreman: “His son still lives in Daleford from what I’ve heard ”

Vincent: “So I need his son to find David.” Peter Foreman: “Now you’re getting it.”

Vincent: “and make Daleford a feeding grounds.”

* Peter Foreman smiling: “Not for me.”

Vincent: “Yeah; well I’m not the one in charge of a hunter group here.” *Vincent shrugging.

Peter Foreman: “I understand you’ve got to eat. As do I… but I’m just questioning your choice of cattle.” *peter joking to vincent. Vincent standing up as he walks away remarking: “Good meat tastes better when it isn’t overworked or scared.” * Peter clearing his throat: “Vincent.”

* Peter pointing towards the case file on the desk. The Case File on the desk is of Vincent.

Vincent: “Don’t want it?”

Peter looking towards Vincent: “Do whatever you want with it. I didn’t have it pulled out of the archives to go to waste.”

Vincent walking back picking up the case file on himself.

Sunday; September 7th 2014 10:15am
Holding the case file he walks out to his car. Driving down towards daleford to the address of David's old house clear to him that someone else is living there. (Elliott)

Vincent outside the house looks towards a young man (Elliott)

Elliott has a hose in hand washing down his car.

Vincent noticing a postman passing his car door. Covertly he whacks the car door open as the postman approaches his letters delivered to Elliotts house flying over the car door. Vincent apologetically towards the postman: “I’m terribly sorry I wasn’t paying attention”

The postman grunting and nodding half-ass accepting his apology.

Vincent picks up the letters on the floor eyeing the last name “Goodman”

Vincent smiling. Goodman still owns this property and that confirms his son still lives there. Elliott Goodman.

Vincent handing the letters to the postman. Closing the car door Vincent taking note of the address.

Monday; September 8th 2014 8:15am
The following day: Elisa is in her apartment marking a map of the town.

Elisa drawing a red cross on the map.

Elisa pausing: “Missing person report states they were last seen walking down towards Earls Close… Nothing abandoned or left to decay but… it’s worth taking a look.” * Elisa opening up a briefcase containing a large knife. Elisa thinking again: “Elliott and David would be disappointed if they knew I was hunting against the rules… but what else can I do? I feel I am working with the Skor if I don’t at least sniff them out.” Elisa closing the briefcase running her fingers along the handle.

Elisa thinking again: “Later perhaps. I don’t have time for this right now I have work in 2 hours time.”

Elisa turning away from the briefcase walks towards the bedroom. Work clothes are left piled up on the dresser. Elisa taking the clothes picks up a towel and heads towards the showers. The light of the sunlight bellowing through the clouded windows of the bathroom. Elisa’s shadow against the wall. Only the sight of her shadow as she removes her clothing. Her body protracting as the shirt is removed. Body Skor-Like. Elisa’s face now in view again as the showers warm water massages her face. The hot steam rising off her muscularly defined harsh physique. Elisa relieved sighing as she can feel her muscles being relaxed. Holding back really takes the energy out of Skor as they disguise for extended periods of time. Elisa putting retracting as she puts the shirt over her head. Protracting again.

Elisa thinking: “The act of putting on anything becomes extremely irritating but I’m sure I’ve got it easier than most…” Elisa grabbing a towel wrapping it around her wet hair. Her phone buzzing with a notification. Elisa retracting her claws checks the phone with her fingertips dancing against the screen. It’s Elliott. Elliott is asking Elisa to join him and Linda at the cafe on Saturday. Elisa replying “Sure…” pausing for a moment as she considers it. Pressing send after a moment. Elisa grabbing a plastic bag with a change of clothes. She sits on the bed putting on socks and slipping on shoes.

Elisa putting on her jacket slipping the mobile into her pocket and grabbing the suitcase she walks to the front door of her apartment and leaves. Running down the winding staircase to the parking lot. Her car parked up. Opening the front door she throws her gear onto the passenger's seat shutting her car door. Starting the engine up. Pulling the car back reversing out of the parking lot. Before accelerates forward she turns the radio dial up. The radio crackling and fizzling on. The radio talk show discussing a cultish group.

Phillip J. Green: “You’ll find cult groups quite secretive… now it is merely speculation and rumour but man people believe there is a group out there it certainly would make sense with how these incidents are all quite similar.” Reporter Lady: “So would you say these are ritualistic?” P.J.G: “Most certainly. All of it makes sense in many circles and tribes it is rare but some believe that consuming people is a way to gain their strength… With a cult so large it would make sense for their kind to come forward.”

Elisa driving towards work.

Monday; September 8th 2014 9:35am
An hour later Mark is ending his walk to work. Traversing the rough gravel path towards the front entrance. Mark is turning his attention towards his phone reading the text from Elliot on his phone. Mark tapping on his phone and sending the message he continues down the gravel path.

Bill is outside with an e-cigarette in his hand looking rather frustrated. Mark: “What’s going on Bill?” *Bill turning the e-cigarette off pocketing it. Bill: “Ah. Nothing. Just the wife giving me trouble again. I can’t be letting that stuff get me down though we’ve got work to do. Right?” Bill smiling at Mark. Mark nodding.

Mark: “What do you need me doing today?”

Bill: “The standard stuff. Couriers unloaded a bunch of stock it needs a place to go. I’m putting you and Elisa in charge of that. Lewis and Paul are going to need to find the orders and get them ready for delivery for our drivers to pick them up.” Mark nodding: “The standard stuff.” Bill agreeing: “Nothing like last week. That was a one off.” Mark agreeing as well: “Power is all sorted out?”

Bill: “That does mean we’re a little bit behind.” *Bill lifting himself off the railings opening the front door of the building. Mark responding: “So what you’re telling me is we’re working harder today.” Bill smiling. “You’ll get it done. You and Elisa are pretty fast.” * Bill walks off towards his office. Mark signing his name onto the sheet. Elisa outside is pulling into the first parking spot. Getting out she walks towards the building.

Mark opening the door for Elisa letting her in. Forwarding what Bill just told him onto Elisa. Elisa remarking: “They’ve been doing roadwork not far from here. I’m just glad they’ve got it sorted.” *mark commenting: “I gets really dark in the warehouse when the lights went out yesterday. I’m surprised you managed to make your way to the exit.” Elisa seeing because of her natural ability to see in the dark lying to mark. “I just remembered the way back. That’s all.” Mark shrugging it off not really bothered with how Elisa got out. Mark opening the door into the hallway. Making their way into the warehouse. The large warehouse stacked high with shelves and boxes.

Monday; September 8th 2014 1:02pm
Time passes an Elisa tired falls back onto the chair chugging a bottle of water down she rubs the sweat off her face. Mark joking: “Bill wasn’t kidding when he said we had a lot of work to do today.”

Elisa batting her hand in the air: “Of course. We didn’t get to do anything yesterday so we have to do two days worth of work.” Paul and Lewis enter the cafeteria with a newspaper in hand. The two have it open and are walking and discussing the contents. Paul commenting: “I can’t believe there was another cult murder. I hope they catch the bastards.” Lewis mentioning: “They don’t even know if its a cult doing it they’re just assuming really.”

Paul responding: “Well I mean what else could it be?”

Elisa thinking to herself whilst looking at the two passing thoughts back and forth: “Cultists… ritualistic or just a monsters feeding habit; either way these things are causing trouble.” Elisa questioning the two: “Where was it this time?”

Lewis : “Urm” *lewis trying to find the area on the newspaper.

Paul finding it: “Earls’ Close it says on here.”

Mark: “Woah shit. That’s local isn’t it?” *Mark knowing the name of the street. Paul and Lewis looking at each other thinking the location sounds rather familiar. Nodding in agreement. Lewis; Yes. I think you’re right.”

Mark shaking his head: “That shits scary. I don’t want to be killed by those cannibal pieces of shit.” Paul: “Scared?”

* Mark nodding: “Of course I am. That place isn’t that far away from Stonehurst Lane.”

Lewis and Paul looking at each other. Mark getting up a map on his phone showing it to Paul and Lewis. Lewis taking the phone and inspecting the map. Nodding in agreement. : “You’re right it isn’t that far away is it?” Elisa thinking: “If that was recent then the SKOR is still active in Earls Close. People will be looking closer to that area and watching it… but that doesn’t mean I can’t follow the scent and track the SKOR down. I should do it before the bastard strikes again.” Paul turning to Elisa: “Hey. You’ve been quiet. You think I should take Mark home for a little bit until they catch him?”

* Elisa wasn’t paying attention to the previous conversation looking up towards Paul just answering with an ill-informed answer: “Yes… sure do whatever.”

Monday; September 8th 2014 11:12pm
Later that evening: Vincent wearing a black hoody concealing his face is wandering the streets. A SKOR approaching him.

Vincent smiling: “Causing trouble?”

The SKOR breathing heavily grinning a predatory grin.

Eei: “For an associate of Baron… of course I am.” *she hisses.

Vincent responding: “Baron? That is a familiar name.”

Eei shaking her head confused twisting its head sideways : “Baron believes she still has a hold on us… it is true. Please do not tell her I am hunting alone. Eei have already lost one. My beloved Bahra. No more shall die.” Vincent confused. “Bahra... ?”

Eei: “Bahra is gone. Hunted down by humans”

* Vincent shaking his head knowing it is unlikely this SKOR will do much to help him. Vincent turning away the Skor calling his attention back again: “No… SKOR return.”

Vincent turning around: “Human killed sweet Bahra.”

Vincent looking seriously at Eei: “Then I can help you with that… Eei? I can find and take revenge on the one who killed your… Bahra.” * Eei twisting her head again looking deep into the eyes of Vincent. Sniffing him Eei: “You disguise so well… you can help but what Eei offer you?”

Vincent I need to find Baron again. She has a keen nose. I could use her help. Eei twisting her head: “Superior… Superior won’t help you.”

* Vincent seriously: “Take me to her or at least give me her location and then I can help you.”

Eei hissing: “Why?”

Vincent staring at Eei: “I’ve got humans I need to get answers from. One of which has gone missing; He goes by the name David Goodman.”

Eei hissing at Vincent: “No… the human should die.”

Vincent growling at Eei: “No. You will not harm any of the humans I am looking for. I want to make that absolutely clear.”

Eei snarling back: “Superior will not assist you. Human die; hunt like cattle. Simple to understand. Not?”

Vincent going down to Eei putting his face close to hers: “You’re not; killing him or any of his associates. Clear?” Vincent pulling out a gun putting it up to the SKOR’s face. The SKOR nervously breathing and panicking.

Vincent snapping again: “they’re mine. Understand?” Eei nodding faintly. Eei getting frustrated but nodding in agreement: “Eei help you… Superior is still in nest. Cinema. Young go; easy food. Eei help you... “

Vincent: “Excellent; now as part of my agreement. Let me help you take care of this SKOR… it will be no good to me if you turn up dead.” Eei tilting her head intrigued by what Vincent is about to propose. Vincent muttering quietly: “It’s my understanding there are no longer hunters operating in Daleford. So how did Bahra die. You said it was a human. Correct?” Eei growling: “Yes… Bahra killed. Human. I saw the human before I could stop them they were gone. Bahra Gone. Eei grow weary. More SKOR have gone. Hunter has taken them out.” Vincent: “It will be a human acting against the hunter groups wishes. It won’t be hard to find them and shut them down. Continue operating in this area like you have been and they’ll come for you like flies to honey. You’ve already made quite the racket here in this neighbourhood.” Vincent looking away from Eei muttering under his breath: “If they’re operating here out of action then they’re operating unofficially… but to even hunt down SKOR they need basic knowledge of our existence. So either they know about us and one of them got careless or… F.T.O.D has something to do with it.”

Tuesday; September 9th 2014 00:15am
Later that night. Almost as if Vincent had predicted it. Elisa stopping her car on the side of the road besides an alleyway turns her engine off and sits in the car quietly. Elisa puts the side window down and reads the newspaper on the passenger's seat; the newspaper she picked up from the petrol station. The newspaper containing details in the article about the pile of bones found in Earls Close. As Elisa sits reading the newspaper preparing to explore Earls Close for clues her nose catches a very distinct smell. Dried blood. It’s faint but it sticks lingering in the air. Elisa putting the newspaper down she opens the briefcase taking the machete out cautiously. It’s an unmistakable smell. Elisa thinking: “”I didn’t smell that just now… so what’s going on here.” Elisas’ eyes focusing on the outside. Elisa noticing now a hooded figure walking down the street. Elisa doesn’t trust the man. Elisa clutching the large machete subtly in her car. The hooded figure stopping beside her car door looking around the street. Elisa looking outside the window nervously watching a man in a black hoody: Thinking to herself

“It’s a bit late to be out walking around. Isn’t it?”

* The hooded figure (Vincent looking at Elisa. His face being covered by the hood he remains silent and keeps walking down the street.) Elisa is confused by the encounter. She never felt anything strange about him. Shaking the encounter off she continues waiting until the hooded figure is out of site. At which point she shuffles across the seat closing the window she opens it. Now to a stronger odour. The smell of iron. Elisa still concealing the machete in her jacket walks towards the direction of the smell. Feet tapping behind. Elisa turning around. Nobody is there. Elisa turning back around facing forward. She continues to walk towards an opening. A small picnic area besides an apartment complex. Elisa looking over towards a small fenced off corner of the picnic area notices a figure moving about trying to sneak around. Elisa still concealing the Machete in her jacket. Elisa walking slowly following the strong smell of iron and blood. Now stronger than ever. In the glimmer of the street light as she approaches closer she can see a pool of red liquid on the ground.

She knows what she has found thinking to herself: “A SKORs’ feeding grounds. Of course it is.” The shadow is squirming and hiding. Elisa approaching cautiously. Slowly lifting her hand up from her jacket. Machete slowly revealing itself. Elisa using the handle of the machete pushes the door open. As the light of the streetlamps illuminate the interior of the waste storage. She notices the figure lying on the floor. Now hearing the stifled breathing of a Human lying on the ground. His eyes wide with fear and panic. Elisa whispering: “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.”

* Elisa hearing the dirt and grass behind her being disturbed turns around. The sight of a SKOR looking into her eyes. Eei: “Eei had plan. Join the feast?” Raising her claws as she stares on at Elisa in a psychotic manner Elisa looking at the face of the deranged SKOR. Her eyes staring on with such wicked and malevolent intent. Elisa pulling the machete from out of jacket. Her facial features growing sharper as her body twists into her animalistic appearance. Vincent gazing from a distance at such an unusual display. Eei stepping back in shock; Elisas’ heart racing. She knows once a SKOR learns of her they back down. And as she anticipates. Eei backs off unaware Elisa was the attacker.

Eei: “Eei will not fight. Human I kill. Bahra command it.”

Elisa: “Bahra is out of here.” Eeis’ eyes widening. She looks closer at Elisas’ face. As Elisa begins to draw the machete. Eei: “Bahra… My sweet Bahra. You knew my sweet Bahra!” Elisa thinking: “This SKOR is completely clueless yet again.” Elisa stepping back. The back of her shoe soaked in the blood of the human whose breathing has now silenced.

Eei looking at the machete her claws reaching. The SKOR sniffing the blade. It smells of SKOR blood. Her eyes glaring at Elisas’. Eei: “You.”

Elisa kicking Eei away with her foot. Eei flying backwards. As Eei lies against the floor Elisa thrusts the blade into the SKORs’ throat. The SKOR almost instantly silenced. The SKORs’ struggled breath hissing from its mouth. Blood gurgling as it leaks from the Eeis’ throat. The eyes staring lifeless and weakly at Elisa. Her legs twitching. The SKOR quickly drowning and suffocating in its own blood. A fate Elisa believes rightly deserved. Elisa pulling the blade from the SKOR. Vincent looking on in surprise. His own kind slaying SKOR. he feels a connection to how she behaved when he served F.T.O.D.

Vincent muttering to himself as he sneaks away: “I feel a connection to you SKOR.” * Vincent walking out to Elisas’ car he writes down the number plate of the car… Elisa backing away from the scene. The bloody machete still in hand. She conceals it back in her jacket and walks to a payphone Elisa conspicuously walks up to a pay phone and dials the number for Central clean up to take away the body of the SKOR. Acting anonymously. Elisa: “There is a SKOR sighting in the area of Earls Close Daleford that needs cleanup. I’d advise to attend as fast as possible.”

Operator on the other End: “Could I get your agent I.D Please?”

Elisa silent.

Operator on the other End: “Who is this?”

Elisa: “Please just bring clean up here.” Operator: “I’ll send someone down shortly… can I get your I.D Please.”

* Elisa hanging the phone up walks back to her car. Getting in she takes a black cloth from underneath the seat and wraps the large machete around in it; putting the machete back under her car seat she turns the car engine on and begins to drive away from Earls Close to back home. Tired she throws her machete into the sink drenching it in bleach before running the tap. The blood from the machete blade dripping into the sink. Elisa leaning against the doorframe exhaling. As she looks down she noticed blood on her clothes and hands. Elisa sighing and thinking to herself: “I am never going to get used to this.” Meanwhile Vincent is tapping a pen against a notebook. Sitting at a table in a house. Muffled voice behind him for an older man. He is struggling tears streaming from his face. Vincent mockingly: “I am sparing your life what are you crying for…” The man closing his eyes.

Vincent tutting at the man. Crouching down:”You know what. Forget it keeping you alive isn’t going to be doing me any favours.” Vincent picking up a wallet off the table taking his bank cards out emptying coins out onto the floor. Vincent:”What’s your pin number. Tell me and I won”t snap your little scrawny neck.”  Vincent un disguises himself staring down the man. The man opening his eyes begins to shake uncontrollably. Vincent smiling his hand against the throat of the man. Smiling with his other hand he slowly removes the gag from his neck. The man muttering 4 numbers. The man pleading take the money take it. Vincent smiling again putting the gag back over his mouth he takes the pen and writes it down. Vincent mockingly: “You’ve been a good help Garry Blackard” *Vincent hissing puts his sharp finger against his windpipe. With cold eyes glaring at the panicked man. The panicked man knows what is about to happen. Vincent pushing his finger hard against the wind pipe. The sharp talon penetrating his throat. The man struggling for breath. Vincent dragging his claw down his throat towards his chest. Vincent smirking as the man's life escapes him. Pleased with his efforts. Vincent using the man's phone

Vincent to Peter: “Razor. Do we still have hunters operating in Daleford?” Peter: “No; and don’t call me that over the phone.” Vincent: “My apologies I forgot. Anyway. Peter I’ve just got knowledge that there is a SKOR acting as a hunter. I’m curious who that is.

I was about to get information from another SKOR in the area and before I knew it this hunter came out of nowhere and assassinated them.” Peter *Confused on the other end: “The Agent?”

Vincent: “The Agents a girl?”

Peter: “No. Then who was it?”

Vincent: “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. None of the hunters had kids did they?”

Peter: “Michelle’s daughter?”

Vincent: “Perhaps.”

Peter: “If you’ve got the number plate I could quite easily find out who it’s registered to” Peter hanging the phone up.

* Peter is typing something into the computer as Vincent repeats the car number plate. Peter appears to be surprised and confused.

Peter: “It’s a goodman.” Vincent: “So David has another kid…?”

Peter: “Potentially. My intel is out of date… if he did have another kid he kept them a secret.”

Vincent intrigued: “Keeping a SKOR as a kid would be one hell of a secret. Wouldn’t it?

Peter interested: “They’re one of us?”

Vincent: “What was the kids name?”

Peter: “Elisa Goodman.”

Vincent: “Then I’ll be sending Elisa Goodman a letter. Then perhaps we’ll get the response we need.”

Peter: “Don’t expose us Vince. It’s imperative that I remain anonymous.”

Vincent: “It’s just between me and them. Don’t worry nobody will know we’re connected. Thank you Peter. You’ve been helpful.”

Vincent slamming the phone down.

Wednesday; September 10th 2014 8:15am
The following day Elisa is getting up off the bed wearing fresh clothes; The Machete was left soak over night. The blade being cleaned by the bleach. Elisa grabbing a cloth begins to wipe the water off of it. Placing the clean blade on the floor against the wall. Elisa drains the sink. Removing her gloves she puts them on the side of the sink top. Elisa walking over to the TV turns it on. Walking out of the room she starts to wash her hands off under the hot tap. Turning the tap off she walks back into the living room watching the tv news channel nervously. Picking a banana out from a bunch on the table she continues watching the tv. Her eyes focused on the set as she sits down.

Nothing. Elisa relieved begins to take a bite out of her breakfast. They hadn’t seen her do it and nobody has reported it. Elisa throwing the peel into the bin. Elisa looking at her phone. It’s nearly time to see Elliott. Elisa exhaling deeply. She doesn’t tend to like visiting Elliott. Elisa getting up off the chair turning the TV off grabs her phone off her table. Approaching the door she grabs the jacket off the back of her desk chair and makes her way to the front door.

Elisa is starting the car up again. Before work Elisa wants to take a detour to the area she was at the previous night. Elisa begins to drive slowly passed the scene of the incident.

The area is cordoned off; but it appears the blood trail has gone. Elisa relieved begins to drive her car towards work. The day goes well. Elisa and Mark are doing the standard routine of stacking boxes; Elisa being slightly tired and aching from last night. Still not used to wielding the heavy machete.

Time passes by and lunch quickly approaches.

Wednesday; September 10th 2014 2:02am
Elisa is sitting in front of Mark at the table. Mark is eating a bag of spicy crisps throwing them into his mouth his hands covered in flavouring he rubs it slovenly against his trousers. Still munching down on a crisp Mark curiously: “So that place that was cordoned off on my way into work today.” Elisa looking up at Mark. She stops eating her sandwich. Mark her attention drawn to him. “Oh?” she queries. Mark finishing the crisp in his hand rubbing his hand together patting the flavour dust off of his hands. He continues talking to Elisa; “I met up with a guy who was interviewing the police… dunno who he was but he looked pretty formal. Told me it was nothing major; but to be on the safe side they were investigating. Not sure what it was all about though. Pretty strange huh?

Maybe they found some evidence of the murder there or something like that.” Elisa smiling to mark knowing what really happened: “Yes… I guess so.”

Lunch ending. Mark getting up throwing his waste in the bin. Elisa getting up. Feeling her right arm ache from the attack on the SKOR from the previous night. Elisa grips her right shoulder with her left arm and begins to stretch it in hopes it would relax the tense muscles.

Paul passing Elisa: “Go easy girl. You need to stop trying to prove your strength down there.” Paul joking to Elisa. Elisa smiling back at Paul as Paul walks down the hallway. Fast forwarding to Saturday morning:

Saturday; September 13th 2014 8:29am
Elliott and Linda are talking in David’s old house: Linda: “So you finally invited Elisa? I thought you two were never going to talk again.”

Elliott: “Well I feel like an ass. It’s not exactly her fault is it?” *Elliott picking up Lindas’ handbag handing it to her.

Linda: “I would hate for you two to still not talk it sucks because most people don’t get along well and just fight all the time. Not that I’d know being the only child and all…” Linda taking her food bowl off of the kitchen table and putting on the side next to the sink. Elliott shrugging: “Maybe I should bring Elisa something else to eat she might not be able to have anything at the cafe.” * Linda shaking her head: “Because of the coffee? It’s fine they have a nice selection of things she can have. Unless she can’t dairy either…”

* Elliott shaking his head: “No she’s good she can eat dairy.” Linda sighing: “Man it must be hard to have so many allergies; I can’t stay awake without coffee.”

Elliott: “She can still have it, it just can’t be caffeinated.” Elliott commenting as he picks up his white trainers and starts to put them on his feet. Linda walking playfully to the front door. Slipping her sandals on. Grabbing a small coat she puts it on. A letter falls through the front door. Linda picking it up confused: “Delivering on a saturday. That’s rare. Linda reading the name on the front. Linda; “It has Elisa written on it.” Linda confused. Elliott: “That can’t be right.” Elliott confused picking up the letter reading the address. The name on the front is handwritten. Elliott shrugging.

Elliott: “I guess I’ll just have to give it to her.”

Elliott holding the large white letter in his hand. Linda opening the front door walking outside. Linda waving to an old man outside: “Good morning Mr Buckley!” The old man waving back smiling.

Mr Buckley exclaiming: “Good morning Linda! How’s Michelle?”

Linda gleefully: “She’s busy working like usual; but she’s been feeling better lately.”

Mr Buckely smiling back: “I’m glad to hear it Linda. Well I’ve got to go get my morning paper before the lady at home starts nagging me again.” *Mr Buckley is walking staggered with his walking cane. Old and haggered. Elliott jumping into his car he opens the door and throws the envelope onto the dashboard. Linda joining Elliott in the car.

Linda: “It’s strange how they didn’t knock for this. It’s a heavy package.”

Elliott: “Parcel companies are pretty lazy nowadays. Keep cutting corners.” *Elliott starts the car.

* Linda looking down at her phone screen. Annoyed at Elliott: “I feel bad not asking mum to come with us.”

Elliott nervously:” We’ll ask her another time I just want it to be you, me and Elisa. Okay?”

* Elliott not wanting Michelle to meet face to face in case she gets suspicious of Elisa. Linda pouting crossing her arms: “Yeah well. Whatever… I still don’t get why you don’t want her coming. She hasn’t gotten a chance to meet Elisa she’s always busy.”

Linda holding her phone texting Michelle. As Elliott drives away he rolls his eyes.

Elliott: “Are you calling her anyway?” Linda silent looking at Elliott disappointed. Elliott eyes on the road. He is frustrated with Linda but understands why she did it. Linda: “I don’t get your problem Elliott. She just wants to say hi. Anyway she wants to talk to you about your parents anyway. If anyone knows where your dad went it’ll be her. She and him were colleagues. Right?” Elliott: “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Linda sympathetically looking towards Elliott. Linda: “El’ I’m sorry… I just want things to go back to normal.”

Elliott understands Linda is just trying to do the right thing but can’t help feeling slightly disappointed with her.

At the cafe Elisa is waiting outside for them to come by. She is early. Elisa is double checking her car making sure she didn’t spill blood on it. The car appears to be clean but she spots a single spec of blood on the side. Picking her foot up off the floor she starts rubbing the door with her foot. The blood crumbling off onto the floor. Elisa getting up turning around. A tall lady with blond long hair tapping her on the shoulder. The Lady: “Elisa?”

Elisa surprised and nervously: “Who… who are you?”

The lady shaking her head: “Oh sorry. It’s Michelle. Linda told me you were coming.”

Elisa surprised still nervous and cautious. Worried that Michelle caught site of the blood on the door. Elisa asking: “Michelle? FT Michelle?” *Michelle putting her finger on her lips and nodding.

Michelle pointing out the “paint” on the door: “Been painting?”

Elisa shaking her head: “Neighbours have been creosoting the fences.

Michelle believing Elisa: “I’d be pretty angry if the neighbour spilt that stuff on my car.” *Elliott and Linda pulling up in there car getting out; outside of the cafe. Elliott looking nervously at Michelle and Elisa chatting casually. Linda looking at Michelle with a large grin on her face. Michelle: “Linda; It’s good to see you again.” *Michelle smiling. The group walk inside the cafe. Elliott calling Michelle to help him pick up the drinks. Michelle nodding and waving back towards Linda and Elisa.

Elisa is sitting quiet and nervous. Still cautious watching Michelle. Linda turning to Elisa. Elisa is quiet. Linda tapping Elisa on the shoulder. Elisa turning back towards Linda: “Sorry. Bringing mum was my idea. I get things might be a bit awkward with parents and all but I thought she might be able to help you know…” *Linda scratching her head. Elisa looking up at Linda: “No offense but I’m not sure there is much she or anyone can do. Linda realising that it’s probably not a good idea to keep pressing Elisa on it changes the subject. Linda: “So how are things with you and Mark; up in Daleford Duty? I heard the jobs going quite well.” * Elisa nodding: “It’s easy work… not much too it.” Elisa cutting the conversation short making things more awkward between the two. Linda trying to carry the conversation forwards. Elisas’ eyes still very much focused on Elliott and Michelle at the counter talking to each other and the sales assistants. “I bet Mark is still droning on about all his geek stuff. huh?” Elisa still quiet. Michelle and Elliott holding trays of food turning around puts it down on the table. Michelle and Elliott distributing the treats between the group Elisa cautiously and subtly sniffing the drink given to her. Warily taking a sip from the top. A Chocolate milkshake. Elisa putting the milkshake back down on the table. Elliott smiling towards Elisa. Michelle looking at Elliott and Elisa: “I know this must be incredibly difficult for you both. So let’s forget about the unpleasantries and just get back down to business… I want to start the whole business up again.” * Elliott putting the cup down on the table.

Elliott confused: “You’re not talking about FT Daleford are you?”

Michelle nodding: Elliott looking annoyed: “Forget it. Me and Elisa don’t want anything to do with it. All it has ever done is cause my family problems.” Elisa is intrigued. Michelle: “Me and Flynn don’t agree. I get that for you it’s hard but Daleford needs it to exist.” *Michelles’ eyes drawn to the front of a newspaper one of the patrons is reading. Michelle turning back to Elisa and Elliott. Michelle: “Things like that are just making it harder to stand by and do nothing. The newspaper article talking about the cultists. Michelle talking quietly: “We all know that the articles a load of crap. Sitting her and doing nothing when you know you could have done something is worse than not knowing it at all.” * Elisa closing her eyes thinking back to when she kill the SKOR the previous night. Her blade penetrating the throat of the SKOR as she watched it die.

Elisa opening her eyes thinking to herself: “Not doing anything? That’s what you think.” * Michelle shaking her head: “I don’t think David should’ve let you stay here. Daleford is a bad place to be right now.”

Elliott looking towards Michelle: “I’m here because the house has been paid off. Where exactly am I going to go?”

Michelle smiling at Elliott and Elisa: “Surely you could sell the house or rent it out to someone and move away. Right?” Linda: “What are you talking about the cultists?” *Linda clueless about what Michelle is talking about.

Michelle nodding her head. Linda: “Well actually I was planning a holiday with just me and Elliott… or at least a road trip.”

Michelle curious: “Oh where too?”

Elliott: “Just down south; maybe to the beach for the week or something like that.”

* Michelle turning to Elisa: “Don’t want to go with them Elisa?” * Elisa shaking her head. Of course not. Going down there for a road trip would leave her colleagues in protected. Elisa explaining: “I wouldn’t I’m not really into doing that kind of stuff and I have work to do here for Daleford Duty. I really can’t afford to have more time off.”

Michelle nodding: “Well that’s fair enough. Can’t say the same either. Cars get hot and sweaty. Really not good for my complexion. “ As the group continue talking Michelle gets a text. Deciding she has to leave she thanks the trio for coming and passes her mobile number to Elisa. Elisa still very quiet and nervous.

Elliott calmly to Elisa: “You’ll be alright.”

Elisa nodding.

The group finally finish their food and drinks. Elisa and Elliott taking the trays to the bin. Elliott turning to Elisa remembering the envelope on his dashboard: “Oh right. There is a letter on my dashboard that got sent to the house. When I’m done freshening up I’ll go grab it before we go. Elliott walking off to the bathroom placing the tray on the wrack. Elisa standing outside the door waiting for Elliott to pass by her. Elliott leaving the door. Turning to notice Elisa waiting. Elliott hand gesturing for Elisa to walk towards his car. Grabbing his car key he opens the car door. Linda sitting on the passenger's seat. Linda passes Elliott the parcel. Him handing it to Elisa.

Elliott: “We’ll do this again sometime. Sounds good to you?”

* Elisa nodding. Taking the parcel from out of Elliots hand confused. Elisa holding the parcel waves goodbye as Elliot gets into his car and turns the engine on. Elisa turning around walks back to her car. Looking at the white envelope. She puts it down on the seat of her car. As she gets in she looks closely at the writing on the front. It has no return address on it. The address on the front is handwritten. Elisas’ attention still focused on Michelle curiously to herself: “Michelle didn’t suspect me. I thought she was a hunter… but she just saw me as everybody else.” Elisa pulling the car out of the cafe parking lot drives back towards her apartment. Meanwhile Vincent is watching the house of Linda and Elliott as the car returns to the parking lot of the house curiously watching the two get out of the car. Realising the girl in the car isn’t Elisa. It’s Linda. She has blond hair and is the daughter of Michelle. Vincent is confused as he watches the house of Eliott.

Elisa is back at home. She uses her claws to tear the envelope open. Slowly pulling the large blue file out of the envelope. Her eyes widening as she sees the very familiar text. “Daleford FT organisation” The logo seen before on David's jacket from years ago. Dropping the file on the table confused backing up from the desk. Elisa cautiously opening the folder.

Elisa thinking: “What the hell. Who is this from?” Elisa thinking about the possibility it could have come from David but realising that David could have just sent it directly to her address. Elisa confused throws the file back on the desk. Elisa brushing her hair back from her face. Laying back in the chair.

Vincent is out wandering the streets late at night searching for another SKOR to learn more about Elisa. It is likely that a SKOR will know what Elisa has done as she is responsible for a lot of SKOR deaths in the area. Vincent is at Franston Road. Walking along a colourful leisure district. A movie theatre is towering beside him. Vincent putting his hands in his pocket covering his face with the hood. Staring up at the large colour signage. A large clattering of bins and rubbish he turns towards the direction of the sound. A shadow staring towards him. A familiar SKOR still dominant in Daleford. Vincent cautiously walking to the back of the theatre. A small SKOR-child looking nervously at Vincent backing off. The Child aware that Vincent is a SKOR. Vincent looking down at the child. A more ferocious shadow approaching him.

Vincent: “Getting children to do your dirty work?” * The Shadow still scratching around near the wall.

A rough female voice gasping from the back. The creatures face turning around looking towards Vincent. Her head twisting sideways. A demented smile stretched across her face. Vincent: ”Baron?”

Baron:”A title if you recall. Equal. Names are human.” Vincent shrugging:”I’m not here for a debate on human ethics. I need to find someone.” Baron hissing looking at the child then looking back at Vincent. Vincent smiling at the boy. Vincent turning to Baron: “I don’t want anything big; but I might need your bodies to sniff out a couple of humans… and a SKOR. David Goodman; Elisa Goodman and Elliot Goodman” * Baron looking on confused her face scrunching up: “Unreasonable terms. I barely keep track of names let alone of the ones I devour. Why waste time giving food names? Her nose twitching at Vincent her sharp skor appearance so ferocious and animalistic. The spikes on her back shivering in the cold winds. Baron turning towards the boy.

“Runt. Its feeding time.” she snarls at the boy as he nervously retreats. Vincent watching as he silently runs away. Baron sniggering: “I could not stand the runt. His eyes staring pathetically… distracting. Continue. If you’re reasonable equal I may just agree to your terms.”

Vincent: “The girl. A Skor is responsible for killing us. Her own kind. Her name is Elisa Goodman and I’d like to win her favour.” Baron hissing: “Win the favour of a betraying little runt… what good will that do you.” Vincent shaking his head: “I’d like to get her on my side. I feel she’d provide solid information on the whereabouts of a more important target that…” Vincent clearing his throat: “My superior would like to see.”

Baron snarling: “Another boss over you? Have you learned nothing from the hunters…” Vincent shaking his head: “This time it is different. We have long since been companions. I do not seem to see  a reason to really call him my superior. Merely out of respect.

He is one of us; he can be trusted. It is thanks to him that I have made it this far already.” Baron still confused as to why Vincent would want to meet the human. “So why the meatbag.” Vincent scoffing: “I really shouldn’t be telling you this but he knows somebody that has something that is in the interest of our kind. Do you know anybody who looks like this?” *Vincent holding up a photograph of Elisa. A photo taken of her in the fight.” Baron squinting at the photograph. “This picture is unclear… but” Baron hissing: “I do not recognise her. She is far too… pathetic looking to be of our kind.” Vincent shaking his head: “So you’re not sure you’ve seen her before?”

Baron: “Many SKOR I cleared out from my nest. Those that fail to hunt deserve no such place.”

Vincent responding: “You spit on Runts. That much I already know about you. This SKOR might be quite different like me before she doesn’t eat humans.”

Baron getting agitated hissing and spitting in disgust.

Vincent clearing things up quickly: “but like me I’m going to teach her. If it is as it seems it wouldn’t surprise me if that asshole David kept her as his little secret. A pet.” Baron shaking her head still focused on Elisa.

Baron coming close to Vincent. “Runt’s… They’re lesser SKOR true; but one worse then a Runt is a SKOR that doesn’t fight humans at all. Why do you play with your food. Equal?” Vincent:”because the less stressed the meat the better it tastes… “ Vincent changing the subject. “Tell me Baron. Tell me Baron how many of your underlings have you slain?”

Baron: “More than the hunters here in the last decade” Baron mockingly gestures. Vincent smiling Vincent shaking his head: “but that isn’t true is it? Because if I remember rightly you had Bahra when we met. So what happened?”

Baron: “Pathetic and arrogant. Bahra; Eei and Grav tried to turn on me. They’ve not shown their horns here but I’ll be sure to tear their faces away from their skull as soon as I see them again”

Baron trying to satisfy her Equal Vincent. “You like agreements don’t you… Equal.” Vincent raising his eyebrow listening intently.

Baron continuing: “I would like you to return what is rightfully mine. Even if you have to drag them by their fangs. They need to be disciplined.” Vincent exhaling: “That might be problematic… I could only promise you one of them.” Baron curious staring intently into Vincent’s eyes. “Oh? Now why would that be?” Vincent looking up folding his arms. “Because my VIP has already eliminated two of them.” Baron getting enraged: “My underlings slain…  by pathetic SKOR? This… Elisa. She killed my underlings.” Vincent: “I don’t want you hurting my SKOR. Just find her. I will find Grav and get the answers I need from Elisa after that she is yours to do as you wish. Agreed?” Baron hissing: “You owe me a greater reward... “ Vincent shrugging: “I’m not sure why this upsets you Baron. This sets a precedent now if I run into Grav he will no doubt return to you out of fear. It’s proof they can’t hunt independently.” Baron furiously growling. Turning to the SKOR child as he returns leading a drunk man.

Vincent stepping back into a shadow Baron disguising. The drunken man slurring his words: “is this lady your grandma hey grandma man.” *the man drunkenly chuckling. Baron walking close to the booze soaked man. Baron mockingly at the child. Baron: “Runt. Is this the best you have?” Barons facial features sharpening. The man falling to his backside scared. Urinating himself.

The baron tearing him apart violently. Turning to Vincent as he steps out from the shadows. Vincent to baron: “So what do you say… Baron. Help me find these humans? It is likely if you continue hunting you will meet her naturally.” Baron scoffing as she begins to tear pieces of the drunkard. “Why don’t you lure her…?” Baron spitting blood.

Vincent shaking his head. “I can’t. I’d be exposed… I have to stay out of sight for as long as possible. I’m not hunting out in the open.”

Baron grunting and snorting like an animal. Blood running down her face. “I find a sympathizing skor and try not to rip it apart… you find Grav. Then what?” Vincent shrugging: “You hold her until I can convince her. I will remain masked of course.” Baron smiling: “I see... “ Baron turning to the boy Kyle looking down at her nervously: “Runt. You will talk with my equal… he will explain and you will assist in tracking the pathetic meatbag down.” Kyle nodding nervously. Vincent explains his plans to Kyle; showing the boy the photo. Stressing the importance of her remaining alive. After his explanation he turns around and puts the hood over his face pocketing his hands he walks away back to his car.

Removing his hand from the pocket he opens the car door. Vincent driving away in hopes that Baron will be found out by Elisa. Vincent talking to Peter Foreman on the phone: “I need more contacts. Baron hasn’t been detected by the kid yet. I want to know why.”

Peter responding: “It’s likely she has just been good at covering her tracks. That’s all. Given enough time and she’ll slip up. I have no doubts about it.

So… how do you exactly propose you’re going to get close to Elisa…” Vincent: “Follow her for a bit… if you dig up where she works that’d be a start. Then all I need to do is get her to trust me.”

Peter: “That’s rather risky… given you have a certain history with some that I’m sure she still associates with.”

Vincent smiling: “It’s alright Peter; I don’t think she’ll be wanting to get too close to those two. I have a plan for if that happens”

Peter confused: “What do you mean?”

Vincent: “I’ve been watching them… listening to them. Apparently her brother doesn’t really like the idea of Michelle seeing Elisa. Probably for good reason.”

Peter: ”So what you’re telling me is they don’t know… Then why aren’t you tipping them off?”

Vincent assertively: “No; because then we can’t find where David is. It’s important that they don’t find out… but we can use that to our advantage. Can’t we.”

Sunday; September 14th 2014 9:39am
It’s a new day and Elisa is out walking down the park. She can feel the cool air against her face thoughts about the case file still whirling about in her mind. Elisa curious about the relevancy of the case file. A case file from 17 years ago mentioning a hunter who had connections to FT Daleford working against them. Elisa thinking to herself: “I know I shouldn’t get close to Michelle and Flynn but they might know something about the case file…” A boy across the park catching site of Elisa staring at her football in hand. Elisa turning towards the boy. Other kids are shouting to him. He turns around to continue playing football with them. Apologising. The group are laughing and joking with them. Elisa is confused but stops against the seat. She can feel her head hurting.

Elisa looking at her phone starts to look for information on Daleford HQ. Photos of the HQ are coming up on her phone but the place has been shutdown. Elisa continues walking down the pathway she continues to read through the information. In the distance behind her the young 14 year old boy drops the ball on the floor. As Elisa turns the corner the boy shouts out: “I’m just gonna get a drink be back in a bit yeah?” *The  boy running towards Elisa. Elisa continuing down the street. The boy is following quietly behind her. Elisa crossing the road. Elisa can hear the sound of small feat getting closer but paying it no mind. She reaches the HQ building. Elisa staring up at the silent structure staring up at the building. The young boy behind her. The boy quietly muttering: “Elisa.”

* Elisa jumping turning around. Stepping back. Elisa confused: “Who-”Who are you?”

The boy looks tired. Looking up nervously at Elisa. Elisa can feel something strange about this kid. He’s SKOR. Elisa putting her fists up.

Elisa cautiously: “You’re one of them…”

The boy backing up nervously. “I…”

* Elisa putting her fists down. Elisa knowing full well she wouldn’t hurt a child. Elisa asking assertively: “Who are you and how do you know my name?” The boy quietly: “We can’t talk here. The boy shaking his head.” the boy walking slowly towards Elisa. Elisa kneeling down on the floor. The boy whispering: “There are more after you.”

Elisa: “Who?” The boy silent. The boy muttering under his breath: “Baron… but you can’t.”

Elisa curiously: “You can’t?”

The boy nodding looking down at the ground looking around nervously. Elisa looking around. Looking down at the boy. “Come with me. Then we can talk.”

* Elisa and the boy walking to a store. Elisa browsing the sweet counter inconspicuously pointing to the food isle. Elisa turning to the boy: “What’s your name?” The Boy: “Kyle.” Elisas’ eyes opening wider the boy has a perfectly human name. Elisa: “This Baron.” Elisa querying: “Why are you so afraid of her?” Kyle pausing; turning around. Kyle: “I’ve never seen one like her before.” *The boy is shaking. Elisa nervous. Elisa: “Is she strong?” * The boy nodding his head. Kyle looking back down at the isle muttering: “She knows who you are and she wants to meet you… it doesn’t usually end well for anyone she meets.”

To Be Continued