Supernatural Hunter
Chapter One.
Ambrose Tyler was the name that
he had been given, apparently at the agency which had found him on the
doorstep, found this name engraved on top of the cot which was stained with
blood. Since he had been small all he had known was moving from one house to
the next, a new pair of friends, and a new start. But the problem was he had
never wanted to move in the first place. But each time he had one of those
moments where he would either see or smell something far from ordinary it would
result in his foster parents abandoning him, thus the agency in charge would
have to pass him onto the next pair of parents. No matter what he did, he was
never able to satisfy the parents which he would get. The only warm feeling he
ever had been in his dreams when a pair of faces would appear, but they were
too distorted to make out but for some reason that image would allow him to get
through the day.
16 year old Ambrose stretched
his legs a bit; wiggling his toes to make sure everything was in check. He
rubbed his eyes as the rays of light awoke him, what the hell do those faces
mean, he thought to himself. The image had haunted him for 11 years and he had
not made any progress. His dark hazel eyes scanned around the room, slowly;
there lay a pair of books stacked on a small oak table along with a computer
and a chair. The dark blue coated around the room was almost glinting due to
the various rays which had entered through the boarded up window. He thought to
himself, no matter how dark it is the light always seems to come through. His
run down closet held a few shirts and jeans, this room represented his life.
He wondered whether to go to
meet up with Mathew, the local dealer which he was assigned to, growing up he
had despised humans yet to live he had to become a hypocrite himself, since he
could not afford anything without help. Mathew was a well known skinny short
tanned Irish man, whom had lots of connections on the underground and different
gangs around Ireland, well that was what he had heard, Ambrose thought to
himself, with a chuckle after all a lot of it was made up to create a public
image for dealers. Ambrose, himself did not handle any big deals, since he did
not want to grow popular in the underground after all, everyone whom had an
image was a marked man or woman.
Ambrose rose up to his feet,
leaning over to straighten up the white sheets, because of his job he treated
everyday like his last and if it was he did not want to leave any trace of
himself behind.
At the end of the day, getting
back in one piece would be a very good day. Normally his jobs would involve
collecting money, and the people whom he had to collect it from, just weren’t
very giving people. Ambrose whipped out a small frying pan, cracking two eggs
inside. As he placed the omelets into his plate, his pocket begin to vibrate.
Hmm… a job already he thought, as he reached into his pocket to snake out his
old cellular phone.
“Hey, it’s
me, what you got?”
He asked not even allowing the
person on the other then that the pay is great.”
Was the gruff reply that Ambrose
received he knew it belonged to Mathew his dealer, whom was said to have a lot
of contacts, but most talk like that was normally made up.
“You know me, as long as the
pay’s good, I’ll do it.”
Ambrose replied smugly. His
habits of drinking and going to strip clubs, squeezed out every dime he ever
earns and so he worked on a lot more jobs then most men did in months. Hanging
up without a goodbye, he began diving into his breakfast, his eyes fixed on the
briefcase which lay on the ground wondering what weapons to bring along with
him.
He tossed the plate into the
sink then opened the briefcase he had been staring at. He reached inside to
grip the silver colt which would have to be his favorite a part of the
inheritance he had received from his last foster parents along with a lump some
amount of money which he had already used up for rent, food, while wasting the
rest on bars and so forth. He begin to load the gun which only could be loaded
with special silver bullets he had not really bothered to really find out why
the particular gun would not use other bullets, he hardly ever used the gun, it
was more for show then anything else. Since a dead person really wouldn’t be
able to pay up. Ambrose had been approached many times, to play the role of a
hit man, as his former agent had spread a rumor that Ambrose never missed his
target, this was not true since he never had any real training, but on the
other hand his ability had not been tested either.
Tucking the colt into his jacket
he safely hid it away, he would have to go to the strip club to meet up with
his agent, to discuss the details of the latest job.
The rain poured up ahead as he
covered his head with last week’s newspaper at the moment, he was too broke to
rent a taxi, but the advantage of living in the slums was that strip joints
were located close by.
Ambrose nodded at the burly well
built figure that was outside the building before entering. You did not have to
be a celebrity to get into the bar, but it paid dividends to know the people
whom ran it.
As he got ready to admire the
beautiful girls inside, a pretty red head motioned for him to follow her. For a
moment he indulged himself in the fantasy that she had some kind of special
interest in him. But when she approached a door which had 2 burly men guarding,
reality kicked in, the girl was merely a messenger, whom opened the door for
him. Without any hesitation he entered inside, immediately noticing a rotting
smell, his hand reached up to his nose to cover the stench that seemed to grow
as he sauntered deeper into the passageway, his eyes peeled onto a growing
light which displayed a well lit room.
Chapter Two.
As he managed to gather his
sights, he saw what seemed to be the remains of a corpse, which one skinny,
bald white man seemed to be feeding upon. The other elder gentleman was quite
bony whom gave off an appearance of some one in his late forties, was just
watching, he had white hair to go along with his beard. Rising up to his feet
as he saw Ambrose, reaching an arm out, which Ambrose lightly shook.
“Aah, you must be the one sent
by Mathew, you were highly recommended, so I expect results, anything else will
disappoint me and I do not like to be disappointed.”
The old looking man said, with
a soft chuckle, Ambrose could not put
his finger on it, but he felt as if these people had been around a lot longer
then he had ever been. The man whom had been chewing down on the corpse, hissed
out at Ambrose, revealing fangs, this instantly had Ambrose reaching into his
coat for his colt.
“Michael, calm down.”
The old man said, his tone was
rather threatening, the bald man known as Michael backed away immediately,
resuming what he had been doing.
“I am sorry, I forgot to
introduce myself, my name is Maximillius and as you may already know this is
Michael.”
He said, lightly bowing his
head. Ambrose felt quite disgusted and an instant dislike for both Michael and
Maximillius, but he was not going to let that get in the way of the job. He did
not after all choose people based on personality.
“You will go to this address,
once there you will receive more information on this job and I will not
reiterate this, do not fail this job.”
Maximillius said, holding out a
small car, which Ambrose took then as he turned towards the door.
“Is there anything I need to
know?”
He asked wanting to make sure
there were no surprises.
“Nope that’s all and as I
already negotiated you will be paid well at the end of this.”
With that Ambrose left,
releasing a soft sigh, he knew that those images and smell was going to haunt
him for the rest of his life, but this was one of the disadvantages of this
job, he knew too well to ask questions, although even for a job this one seemed
quiet weird and from the instant he had seem Maximillius he felt an urge to
turn and walk away.
Ambrose flipped over the card to
get a better look at it, a large grin rose up to his lips, it read “Countess Bella’s
strip bar” this was a place he went to quite regularly and would be a good
place to take his mind off things and relax till he met the contact Maximillius
sent.
The rain had not eased up even
one bit as he left the club; unfortunately he had not been able to meet the
same red headed lady on his way out. He shook his head a little as he headed in
the direction of the strip club which he had known by heart. He was also very
good friends with Bella and even once a very long time ago, they had been
lovers. But it was quite unusual to deal with underground business in such a
classy place, normally his clients preferred somewhere inconspicuous or cheap.
“Ambrose what brings you to this
part of town? Hmm... I am going to guess you finished a big time job.”
Asked a bearded man, wearing a
tuxedo, he had a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Both business and pleasure this
time, Alex and actually on my way to do a job.”
Ambrose said, returning the
grin, as the burly man allowed his entry. The whole place seemed quite empty
today, compared to when he normally would come around. He walked over to the
bar, settling down on an empty stool.
“Michelle, could you let Bella
know that I am here, please and can I get a JD?”
Ambrose asked, the female
tender, not taking his eyes away from the scantily clad female strippers,
enjoying the show. As she placed the glass in front of him, he reached over to
grab it, lifting the glass up to his lips, taking a small sip, feeling the
warmth seep through his body, drinking was after all the greatest aphrodisiac
and plus it was nowhere near as dangerous as drugs.
All eyes turned as an exotic
beauty almost glided out from the door in the back marked, staff only, the
girl’s silky soft hair reaching down to her shoulders, she had the right curves
as well as a tight ass and to top it of she had a beautiful set of supple
breasts, Ambrose immediately rose to his feet, when he saw her coming towards
him, even though they met frequently, the sight of her had a way of leaving him
breathless. He slowly sauntered towards her, embracing her warmly, another
thing he could never get enough of, especially the softness of her body pressed
up against his chest. He was quite sure; Bella herself would have been a dancer
or something to maintain such a figure. Bella always would wear an article of
clothing which revealed a lot and right now was no different, she had a red
corset along with a black mini skirt, which hugged her ass rather tightly, the
corset pushing her breasts together and revealing her cleavage generously.
“I have heard you have some
business with me.”
She said, her voice was always
very soft with a slight Italian accent.
“Well to be honest someone by
the name of Maximillius sent me, to gather the details of a job.”
He said rather softly, before
when they had been in what would be called a dysfunctional relationship, he had
told her what he did and she had shown an immediate dislike of it, one of the
main reasons he and her never could be an item was his job. She suddenly turned
pale white.
Ambrose could not help but pull
her into another embrace.
She lightly pulled away, the
color slowly returning to her cheeks. She looked up slowly and whispered.
“Maximillius is someone you do
not want to work for, since every person whom had come in looking for a job
with him has never returned, Ambrose. Worst part of it was no one knows whether
those people failed the job or Maximillius decided not to pay up. And from what
I hear, Maximillius lends only to the big players of the underground and well I
think you know what that means.” He hated seeing her like this, he somberly
nodded and whispered.
“Don’t worry I will be really
careful.”
This time he did not attempt to
hug her. Even though Ambrose did not panic, he was going to have be very cautious;
he did not want Bella to have sleepless nights because of him. He continued.
“Don’t worry, Bell. I will not underestimate him.” He reassured her, it was a
nickname he had used when they had been more then friends. Even though they
were separated, he loved Bella a great deal and he knew she felt the same
towards him, but for now at least it was too dangerous for a relationship, plus
he would often have to go out at unusual hours for jobs, some of them which he
could not even discuss with her about.
She gazed up at him, her green
eyes meeting his hazel ones for a moment, suddenly he felt her peck lightly on
his lips. “Also you have to pay for that drink.” She said with a small smile,
as she sauntered away, it looked as if she was trying to be cheerful and he was
not going to push it.
“Hmm… you’d think you would give
a discount to a loyal customer.”
He said with a grin.
He noticed some one familiar but
just the thought of that guy sent chills down his back as he recalled the room,
which reminded him of a twisted version of Dante’s Hell, it was Michael and he
had not taken his eyes off Ambrose, as
he glanced over he noticed Michael was heading over in their direction, smiling
at them.
Chapter Three.
“You sure have good taste,
Ambrose; maybe I should test that ass for myself.”
Michael, said with a snicker,
his eyes glued on Bella, once Michael had reached over to Ambrose, he placed a
hand on Ambrose’s should. Ambrose’s mind was thinking of five different ways to
break his fingers. It took all his will power not to break a bone on Michael’s
body, knowing that it might affect the job as well as cost his own life.
“You have something for me?”
Ambrose asked, his words were
venomous as the hatred was brimming in his eyes.
“My…. My did I piss you off? I
hope that slut is worth the trouble, anyways this job requires….” Michael never
managed to finish his sentence, as soon as Ambrose heard Bella referred to as a
slut, he only saw red, the next moment he saw himself tackle Michael down on to
the floor, landing punches at his face from left and right.
Blood was spurting out, over the
floor, his fists were throbbing in pan, he could see that he had already broke
Michael’s jaw, as well as his nose, also the reason for the mass loss of blood.
His hands would not stop until he felt a soft form press up from behind
wrapping its arms around him. He slowly backed away taking a few steps. Oh this
was swell, he thought to himself, he had left Michael get to him, now he had
most likely spoilt the job and probably endangered his own life. But more
importantly Bella was going to be hunted as well, he felt the soft form release
him, but he felt a sudden craving for her touch, he turned and hugged Bella
tightly. “I am sorry.” He whispered, into her ear before he released his hold
on her, not bothering to see the state Michael was in. Just as he reached the
door, he felt the blood drain from his body as he realized he was face to face
with Maximillius.
“I hope I am not too late, well
shall we go inside, Michael’s probably already inside.” Maximillius said, with
a toothy smile. From his tone, Ambrose could tell it was not a request or
invitation instead an order. He slowly turned once more to gaze into the club,
Michael was perched on to a bar stool, nursing his wounds. Although, Ambrose
noticed that Michael’s face had already healed and only minor bruises remained.
“Hmm… you sure did a number on
him.”
Maximillius said rather
silently, Ambrose could not figure out whether he was angry or not. But the
silence was very uneasy, unable to keep his patience intact any longer.
“So, I guess this means the job
is over?”
He asked with a raised brow.
“No, of course not, he was sent
here to test you after all. If you did not react to him making fun of that girl
he had permission to rape her.”
Maximillius said with a soft
chuckle. Ambrose could feel his patience wither away as his fingertips suddenly
reached over to surround his colt.
“Now if you were to do that,
then this job would really be over, she would be raped and slowly killed right
in front of you then we would leave you alive and with that guilt.”
Maximillius said with a soft
sight. He wandered over to the barstool next to Michael, whom has been nursing
his wounds.
“You see Mr. Tyler I have trust
issues, so I tend to find information on whoever is working for me, also if it
makes your mind at ease think of her as collateral.”
All Ambrose could do was
silently nodded, understanding just how serious this was and how different it
was in comparison to other jobs. He could not help but watch on as Maximillius
rose up to his feet, sauntering over towards the exit. As he made his way
towards the exit, he stopped, speaking without turning.
“The first job will be to meet Bulldog, once there ask
him for my 250,000 dollar loan, you will be getting that money out of him one
way or the other. Or else that pretty girlfriend of yours will be dealt with
and you will never see her again.”
As Maximillius’s figure vanished
behind the doors, Ambrose noticed several black suited figures, rising up from
the shadows, following Maximillius. Everyone around here knew Bulldog he was
the leader of one of the biggest gangs and had a nasty habit of borrowing money
he never did bother to pay back.
Ambrose thought about things
strategically, he was at a huge disadvantage since other then Bulldog’s
reputation; there was not much else which he knew about him. While on the other
hand, a mob boss like that would easily be able to dig information on Ambrose.
He glanced over at Bella for an instant, giving her a light smile, before he made
his way to the exit. Although he did not know much about Bulldog, there was
some one he knew, whom would. The rain had now become a small drizzle, the
breeze swept past him, every five minutes or so, as if the day could not get
any worse, since Ambrose preferred heat over getting cold. Pushing the doors of
the pub open, his eyes fell on the old figure who was serving the drinks.
“Hello kid, what brings you here?”
This was a nickname the old man
had given to Ambrose, since he knew just how much the name annoyed him.
“I see that the old geezer still
has trouble remembering my name, anyways I’ve come in need of some information
about some one.”
Instantly he watched on as any
signs of smiles, which he had before disappeared.
“Bulldog, I am sure you’ve heard
of him.”
Ambrose, said he could feel the
gazes of others on him, as he made his way to the bar stool.
“I have some business with him,
but apparently he is a hard person to meet, let alone talk to.”
“Look kid, I know your not new
to this business, but heed my advice and stay away from Bulldog.”
He took a mug, then grabbed a
cloth and started to rub it out.
“Normally I would agree with
you, Norman, but this is a special case and failure is not an option.”
Ambrose said, softly. His eyes
meeting Norman’s, for a few moments.
“Okay, if you really need to
know, he is normally at his house, which has such a tight security that no one
even tries to enter, apparently once his security killed his neighbor’s dog
because it breached inside. If there is any time to approach him, it would be
at Bella’s strip club, which is the only time his guard is down.”
“Thanks Norman, I knew I could
count on you.”
Ambrose rises up out of his
stool, heading back towards the exit.
“Kid, it was nice knowing you.”
Ambrose heard him utter those
words just as he made his way out of the bar.
