"I want you to investigate a supernatural named Clark Colter. Give me everything from birth up until the present. Do the job thoroughly. I want to know everything about him down to the littlest of details. I want it first thing in the morning."
Steven Price instructed his most competent man in dealing background checks like this one.
Although he lost Luis in the process of tonight's event but that was only a minor thing all things considered.
What bothered Steven was the unnerving words that our bored gamer had said to him earlier.
"Another unexpected hurdle in the road. Hmmm... I think that I will have to change my plans regarding the family merger with Bradley. Who else could be the best alternative?"
Steven contemplated in a long time after the call ended. This was a great time of unrest and with this uncertainty came huge opportunities.
This was the reason why Steven was adamant in strengthening his foundation with a solid partnership. Two was after all better than one.
Being alone was dangerous in this ever shifting era.
"SCREEECH!" The sound of tires burning on the pavement echoed in the dark of night.
"What happened, Eddie! Why are we stopping?!" Steven asked since the abrupt halt had gravely distracted him from his train of thought.
And a busy rich man like Steven Price hated distractions more than any other.
"Boss... it's..." The driver Eddie pointed directly to a location above them. It did not need saying that Steven also witnessed the cause of commotion in a breath.
There was a bowed old man who hovered several meters in the air. This was of course a very familiar face. Clark Colter's Blood Twin.
"What are you doing?! Go! Go! GO!" Steven shouted in panic. Eddie relayed the command to the leading car and...
"BROOOM!"
"BROOOOM!"
"BRROOOOOM!" The accelerator was crushed to the max. Alas, only more rubbers burning in the road was the result of such struggle.
The lead car could not even move an inch from where it was held by an immovable force. The last vehicle tried to reverse but same as its sister brethren, it was all a sad exercise of futility.
Steven's car which was located in the middle of the 3 convoying cars wished to swerve to left and right but to no avail. They were all stuck like ants on glue.
"What do you want from us?!" Steven asked the moment he stepped down from the vehicle. Since they could not move, staying inside a boxy space was tantamount to instant suicide.
Mobility was always the name of the game in cases like this one. Steven Price was truly a seasoned soldier. Unfortunately, this much would grant him no safe passage at all.
It was an epic run all the same. He got to live for more than 50 years but with one mistake, he was about to lose everything.
"I promised you a visit. Did I not, Uncle Steve?" Blood Twin's aged voice rang out in the open. It brought confusion to Steven's men but not to him.
He was very clear on what this message entailed for him.
'RUN!' Steven moved without another word uttered. The adrenaline rush was good in his veins and it was also helpful that the Class he took was that of an Assassin.
Just three breaths and Steven was already 200 meters away from the point of engagement using a skill called Phantom Steps.
He took shelter in a nearby forest to take cover from any pursuit.
"Why do you run, Uncle Steve? I thought you wanted to get rid of me?" A voice followed Steven and before he knew it, a ravenous flame landed near his feet.
"TAP!" Steven took a quick side step and thought for a moment that he had escaped the danger completely. What came next caught him totally in surprise.
"FUCK!" He could not help but curse out loud when he felt his legs begin to melt from right under him. The process of change did not even take several breaths to finish.
One moment he was up and running and in the next second, he was already falling into the thick foliage.
The smell of burning flesh proceeded without pause and when the adrenaline rush finally ended, the screams of the dead and dying rose under the emotionless gaze of this moonlit eve.
Steven and his bodyguards turned to ashes in but mere seconds.
"Although our relationship was brief."
"But it has been a pleasure to know you, Uncle Steve."
"Farewell." Clark spoke into the night using his op summon Blood Twin. A breath later and the forest resumed its peace.
* * *
"How could you be so savage, Clark?!"
"I thought that I knew you but what I have seen of you tonight has completely changed my opinion of you!" Amber fumed when she was once again alone with her boyfriend Clark. She could not believe that Clark could be so merciless before the eyes of billions of people.
'Have I perhaps fallen in love with a sick and twisted person?' This was the lone question that rang over and over again in the mind of Amber.
"I was left with no choice, Amber. Marvin was out to get me. Or would it make you happy if i just laid down earlier and let him beat me to his heart's content? Is that it?" Clark answered calmly.
He was currently sitting on the sofa and was very much a picture of ease and comfort. He was not at all bothered that Amber was making a fuss over the events of the night.
This made Amber even more dissatisfied with our bored gamer. This was always Clark at his finest. Amber had never seen her boyfriend get disturbed or anxious.
In their 1 year of relationship, Clark had ever been as calm and firm as the tallest of mountains.
"But what about that man named Luis? Did you have any reason at all to kill him?"