Post by MIKEAL CLEARWATER on Oct 12, 2010 8:06:52 GMT 8
Not much liking the northwestern side for he was brought up and lived in Texas for most of his life so he was used to the heat more than the cold, but still he was moderatly prepared even though he was a demon running loose on the surface itself. He had lived through the battle fighting on the side of good and still pervious to the fact of Mikeal being Caine's only son. He likes to be on the trail of a good hunt, but sometimes he'll sit down and relax. However this wasn't one of them.
His boots hitting concrete as he walked leaving unfortunately his beloved vehicle in the parking lot of the place where he was resting his head. He had a look of crazed and demented on him for he had been on the trail of something which had his attention since his beginning. Or at least since he left Utah which oddly went from the place where Angels and saints lived went to hell in a handbasket so to speak. Which is the reason why he was chasing this one for it was one of the few who knew of his existance not wanting to be outed as a betrayer like Crowley and hunted for his life he was on the hunt to keep his secret safe.
Going into a place where only those weak enough went to it was a shelter for the poor nontheless as he went in only in searching he looked good and hard through the place seeing if he was there, but nay he wasn't there was a faint residue, signature that the bitch was here though so he disappeared walking yet again on the path of the scent of this wandering demon being hunted.
"Great missed him yet again..." he said outloud to himself as he was walking feeling like his feet where about to fail him and the winds started to pick up making his dark hair be blown around even though it was short already it was still being tossed around. Although giving it no need for he wasn't one to worry about his hair. Stopping on a street corner for a mere second to give himself a little rest saw something to sit on which he did giving his feet a little bit of rest looking up to the sky. Sighing heavily as the feeling seemed to come back to his feet as the weight was taken off of them.
A feeling was in the air as if something was approaching the site where he was or soemwhere close aware of this he sensed it however it was not demonic it was other taht of a reaper in the vacinity which usually meant that a death had just occured which might mean that it could be either an act by the demon or what he was using as a host which instead of transfering by other means it killed the host and escaped into another trying to get Mike off of his trail, but no this would only tick him off even more for this would mean that he'd have to look into why this human had to be killed was it in pleasure or means of survival...
He stood up from his sitting position putting pressure on his feet thus lifting his body upward in a straight standing position looking to the left and then to the right he started to walk in the way of where the fog was strongest using his extra sight was able to see through it as clear as day seeing someone in an alleyway hovering over a mangled bludgened body which was the ends of its own means seeing the dark being taking the soul of the person with it into the void which let Mike start his investigation and hopefully back on the trail.
Seeing the bones poking out at weird angles and signs of beating and stab wounds as well as a single gunshot in the head this man was put through a lot so this couldn't of been the result of wasting a host...or was it a setup and it had taken another host. Still not knowing the why or how he poked at the body trying to get a feel of what had killed this innocent man who looked no older than his early twenties "Damn..just in the beginning of his life!" as he looked at the evidence on the scene there was a bullet not to far it was the same lands and grooves of a .45 as the entrance wound in the skull looked like it was point blank and up close. As the stab wounds where about the size and width of that of one of his sais, but only one blade so it would of been that of a dagger, but had not the knowledge nor the means of comparing them to anything there at that moment.
This looked more of something that a melevlant being could be spirit or something here existing. A hunter would of just made one wound, but this guy was pretty much taken out by that of a tank. Standing up he looked around for a second time to see any trace of what was left although wasn't given the chance for the crime scene and officers had finally gotten onto the scene themselves. Which meant play dumb time.
As a police cruiser and an ambulance rushed on the scene there was also a third vehicle which apparently was the crime scene unit. Which could be the thing that would cook his bacon. "Hey guys was just gonna call ya found a .45 bullet in the alley and the body has sistained massive enjuries he looks about in his twenties, but I was waiting for ya's to investigate the body itself!" He said making himself seem as the first Crime Scene Investigator on site which he was the first guy on site, but well anyways as the team came on site seeing that this was one of their own they flagged it down as if it was nothing.
Cameras started taking pictures of the body and the scene as the police went around getting statements from everyone which included himself which he only repeated what he saw and found out as well. Which wasn't much, but any help is better than none. Then the next second he was gone whisked away by the wind as he went off back in search of his target which he had to find now or else!
However thinking that he would be on the trail of this bumbling fool for the rest of this century hopefully if not sooner or longer. Depending on how fast Mikeal got to him or how long this guy evaded capture and possible torture or expelling. Now somewhere else across the world where he originally came from where his beautiful car a 2000 Dodge Viper for he did like traveling like his brothers n' sisters, but well nothing beats the open road!
(This is the beginning to my characters plot and role of what is to happen!)
His boots hitting concrete as he walked leaving unfortunately his beloved vehicle in the parking lot of the place where he was resting his head. He had a look of crazed and demented on him for he had been on the trail of something which had his attention since his beginning. Or at least since he left Utah which oddly went from the place where Angels and saints lived went to hell in a handbasket so to speak. Which is the reason why he was chasing this one for it was one of the few who knew of his existance not wanting to be outed as a betrayer like Crowley and hunted for his life he was on the hunt to keep his secret safe.
Going into a place where only those weak enough went to it was a shelter for the poor nontheless as he went in only in searching he looked good and hard through the place seeing if he was there, but nay he wasn't there was a faint residue, signature that the bitch was here though so he disappeared walking yet again on the path of the scent of this wandering demon being hunted.
"Great missed him yet again..." he said outloud to himself as he was walking feeling like his feet where about to fail him and the winds started to pick up making his dark hair be blown around even though it was short already it was still being tossed around. Although giving it no need for he wasn't one to worry about his hair. Stopping on a street corner for a mere second to give himself a little rest saw something to sit on which he did giving his feet a little bit of rest looking up to the sky. Sighing heavily as the feeling seemed to come back to his feet as the weight was taken off of them.
A feeling was in the air as if something was approaching the site where he was or soemwhere close aware of this he sensed it however it was not demonic it was other taht of a reaper in the vacinity which usually meant that a death had just occured which might mean that it could be either an act by the demon or what he was using as a host which instead of transfering by other means it killed the host and escaped into another trying to get Mike off of his trail, but no this would only tick him off even more for this would mean that he'd have to look into why this human had to be killed was it in pleasure or means of survival...
He stood up from his sitting position putting pressure on his feet thus lifting his body upward in a straight standing position looking to the left and then to the right he started to walk in the way of where the fog was strongest using his extra sight was able to see through it as clear as day seeing someone in an alleyway hovering over a mangled bludgened body which was the ends of its own means seeing the dark being taking the soul of the person with it into the void which let Mike start his investigation and hopefully back on the trail.
Seeing the bones poking out at weird angles and signs of beating and stab wounds as well as a single gunshot in the head this man was put through a lot so this couldn't of been the result of wasting a host...or was it a setup and it had taken another host. Still not knowing the why or how he poked at the body trying to get a feel of what had killed this innocent man who looked no older than his early twenties "Damn..just in the beginning of his life!" as he looked at the evidence on the scene there was a bullet not to far it was the same lands and grooves of a .45 as the entrance wound in the skull looked like it was point blank and up close. As the stab wounds where about the size and width of that of one of his sais, but only one blade so it would of been that of a dagger, but had not the knowledge nor the means of comparing them to anything there at that moment.
This looked more of something that a melevlant being could be spirit or something here existing. A hunter would of just made one wound, but this guy was pretty much taken out by that of a tank. Standing up he looked around for a second time to see any trace of what was left although wasn't given the chance for the crime scene and officers had finally gotten onto the scene themselves. Which meant play dumb time.
As a police cruiser and an ambulance rushed on the scene there was also a third vehicle which apparently was the crime scene unit. Which could be the thing that would cook his bacon. "Hey guys was just gonna call ya found a .45 bullet in the alley and the body has sistained massive enjuries he looks about in his twenties, but I was waiting for ya's to investigate the body itself!" He said making himself seem as the first Crime Scene Investigator on site which he was the first guy on site, but well anyways as the team came on site seeing that this was one of their own they flagged it down as if it was nothing.
Cameras started taking pictures of the body and the scene as the police went around getting statements from everyone which included himself which he only repeated what he saw and found out as well. Which wasn't much, but any help is better than none. Then the next second he was gone whisked away by the wind as he went off back in search of his target which he had to find now or else!
However thinking that he would be on the trail of this bumbling fool for the rest of this century hopefully if not sooner or longer. Depending on how fast Mikeal got to him or how long this guy evaded capture and possible torture or expelling. Now somewhere else across the world where he originally came from where his beautiful car a 2000 Dodge Viper for he did like traveling like his brothers n' sisters, but well nothing beats the open road!
(This is the beginning to my characters plot and role of what is to happen!)
