Night Hawks Files III

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Council Flats

Council Flats

-Eurus-

I remember another case from 1992.

People had been disappearing around this time. They all had in common at the time were that they were last seen near these council flats. Looked like a case for us. At the time, I had just moved my base of operations to Bristol. It wasn’t too hard. Plus, London didn’t really need me with the other hunters around. I decided to go to a place where I felt needed. (Plus, I had my reasons for being here. I will get into those at a later date.) Angus, Owen, and I went out these council flats. Owen had been working for me for six months at the time.

“Another case?” he asked.

“Why yes,” I said. He was the one driving that night. We would meet up with Angus nearby. Owen looked over at me.

“What exactly are you looking for again?” he asked. I kept my eyes on the road ahead of us.

“A hell mouth,” I said. Owen glanced over at me.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. I don’t know how long I have been chasing them. Maybe since she disappeared. Angus was the only one who knew what I was looking for. I couldn’t let Owen in just yet. He wasn’t ready at the time. He would have to be for tonight. I turned and looked out the window.

This case didn’t go as planned from the moment we reached our destination. We learned that when we saw Angus walking along the road. Owen narrowed his eyes.

“Is that Agnus?” he asked, pointing forward. I looked forward and narrowed my eyes. He was right. Angus was wandering around in the road.

“Stop the car,” I said. Owen pulled the car to a shot. I got out of the car.

“Angus?” I asked. He stopped and turned his head.

“Eurus,” he said. I have a confused look on my face.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked.

“Ah, yes,” he said. “There’s a bit of problem.” I raised my eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Angus put his finger to his lips. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. Owen was probably looking confused right now.

Angus led me to our destination. We stood just outside the parking lot. He pointed closer to the building. I narrowed my eyes.

“Oh…” I said. A cop car sat in the parking lot. I turned to Angus.

“Why are the police here?” I whispered.

“Investigating the disappearances,” he said. We looked at each other.

“What do we do?” I asked.

“He has to go,” Angus said. “We’ve got no choice.” I already had a guess of what was coming next. I followed him back to the car. Owen looked up when he saw us.

“What is it? What’s going on?” he asked. Angus climbed into the back seat.

“Change of plans,” I said as I got into the passenger seat.

“Huh?” Owen asked.

“Just drive,” I said. Owen put the car in drive and drove us to our destination.

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We pulled up into the parking lot. I looked out from the windshield. That cop car was still out there. I could see a man walking around outside.

“Is that him?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Agnus said.

“Who is that?” Owen asked.

“The police,” I said. He turned his head.

“You can’t be serious,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “We can get rid of him and then do the investigation.” I got out of the car and walked out of the man. Angus and Owen followed behind. The man who looked to be about twenty years old stopped in his tracks and looked up.

“You there!” he shouted. “What are you doing here?” I stepped forward.

“We could ask you the same thing,” I said. I got a better look at this cop. I would say that he was in his twenties. His uniform looked new. He didn’t have much muscle to his form.

“I am on patrol,” he said.

“Sir,” I said. “We are going to need you to leave.” The young cop gave us a strange look.

“Why?” he asked.

“There is something evil here,” I said. “We are here to investigate. You will be in danger if you stay here.” The cop folded his arms across his chest.

“You saying you ghost hunters?” he asked.

“Something like that,” Angus said. The cop frowned.

“I’m going to ask you to leave,” he said.

“This isn’t a joke,” I said. “You need to leave.” He walked over to us. Agnus stepped up next to me.

“You listen here,” our police acquaintance said. “I don’t know what kind of game you people are playing. But please leave or I will give you a summons for trespassing.”

“I don’t think you know how dire the situation is,” Angus said in a low voice. The four of us stood silent for a heavy moment. The cop broke into a huge grin.

“Ah! That’s a good one!” he shouted. The cop laughed and clapped his hands.

“The boys at the station got me good! You guys are so convincing!” he said. Angus, Owen, and I looked at each other. He didn’t get it. Oh, but he was going to get it really soon.

Suddenly, there was a loud siren-like wail. The cop jerked his head upwards.

“Uh… What was that?” he asked.

“This is it,” I said.

“What?” the cop asked. We heard a crunching noise in the background. The cop turned around. A little girl stood on the other side of the room. Angus got ready to pull out his knife.

“Hey!” our cop friend yelled. He walked over to the little girl.

“Officer, wait!” I shouted. He turned his head.

“What?” the cop asked.

“Don’t go after her,” I said. “She’s not really a little girl.” The cop had a confused look on his face.

“But she might be lost,” he said.

“At this time of night?” Owen asked. “Think about it, mate.”

“Don’t call me mate,” he said. The pale little girl ran into the lobby of the building.

“Wait!” the cop shouted. He just had to take off running after her. Angus shook his head.

“We’re going to have to go after him, aren’t we?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. Angus sighed.

“Fine,” he said. He, Owen, and I ran after the cop.

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A hell mouth is a complex and dangerous thing. If you get too close, it could crush your body into pieces. Trouble is that you can’t exactly find the right place. Owen turned his head to me in the lobby.

“What exactly are we doing again?” he asked.

“Stop our cop friend,” I said. “And then close the Hell Mouth.” I pulled out my crystal pendant on a string. I could feel a low hum of a vibration in my hand.

“Which way?” Angus asked. I held out the pendant. The crystal swung for a moment. Owen and Angus crowded around for a look.

“Please back up,” I said. The men backed up from each other. The crystal started to float upwards. I started to take slow steps forward. It is…

A loud scream ripped through the air. We looked up in the direction we heard it from. It didn’t take us long to figure out who it was.

But he wasn’t alone.

Angus, Owen, and I ran down the hall. The screams grew louder around us. We could feel them vibrating off of those dim walls. I could barely see where we were going.

“Stay behind me!” I shouted over the screaming.

“What?!” Angus and Owen shouted back.

“Stay with me!” I shouted again. The whole time, my crystal was floating up in the air. The center was right up ahead of us. I held out my hands behind me.

“Take me hands!” I shouted. The screaming grew louder around us. I could feel hands grabbing onto mine.

“Hang on tight!” I shouted. The three of us ran just as fast as we could. I could only see through narrowed eyes.

A familiar scream caught my ear.

There! There he is! I closed my eyes and pushed myself to keep running.

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Everything went silent. I opened my eyes and saw pure darkness. This was it. But I couldn’t rest.

“Hello? Angus? Owen?” I asked. My voice got swallowed up into the void. But yet, I could feel someone squeezing onto my hands. I looked to my left and then my right. I couldn’t see anyone in sight. They were probably in the same situation I was in. I drew in a deep breath from deep in my chest. I had to close this Hell Mouth before we all got consumed. I raised up my right hand.

A silent scream ripped through my head.

I jerked around to look behind. There was our cop friend with his body halfway into a black hole. He tried to scream out, but something kept trying to climb into his mouth. If I didn’t act fast, he would be sucked into the darkness. I looked at my crystal and looked at the cop sinking into the darkness fast.

I had to make decision.

Suddenly, the cop stopped sinking in. His body was being pulled out of the hole. The cop landed on all-fours. I could hear Angus’ voice shouting in my head.

“Do it!”

I turned to the front. A hand held up mine in the sky. I turned to my side. I couldn’t see who it was, but I didn’t have time to figure out who it was. I closed my eyes and began the chant.

“I call of the magic of Circe! I call upon thee! Claudere os suum huius inferos! Claudere os suum huius inferos! Claudere os suum huius inferos!” I shouted. I ripped open my eyes.

“Resigno!” I shouted. I let go of the hand and my crystal. The necklace dropped to the floor. My crystal broke into pieces of dust. The screaming grew louder around my head. Hot air rippled around my body. I felt like I was going to choke on thinness of the air. I started to sink down to my knees.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder. I didn’t get the chance to turn around before I was dragged away.

“Wait!” I shouted. They couldn’t hear me howling over the darkness. I struggled to stay awake. I couldn’t breathe. I thought was going to choke.

Then it all went quiet.

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I could breathe easily when I felt a cool breeze on my cheeks. I sat up with a jolt. Angus and Owen stood over me.

“Are you okay?” Agnus asked. I slowly nodded as I tried to piece together what happened.

“Did I get it?” I asked.

“Yes,” Agnus said. He pulled me to my feet. We heard a low groan and gasping behind us. I turned to see our cop friend on all-fours, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” Owen asked.

“Yeah,” the cop said. “What the hell was that?”

“A Hell Mouth,” I said.

“A what mouth?” he asked.

“A Hell Mouth,” I said again. “It’s a void that drags things into Hell. That’s probably what happened to most of the disappearances around these council flats.” He stared at me with big eyes for a moment.

“Was I just…?” he began to ask. The cop quickly shook his head.

“Oh no! No! No! No!” he said.

“You about were,” Angus said. “But I managed to pull you out just time. The cop gave us a blank stare.

“Those people…” he said. “Are they going to come back?” I shook my head.

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“Once something crosses through a Hell Mouth it doesn’t come back,” Agnus said. The color drained from the cop’s face. He blinked for a moment.

“Who are you people?” he asked. I gave him a calm little smile.

“We are the Night Hawks,” I said with a little bow. “We hunt the supernatural.” The cop about fainted when I said that.

This wouldn’t be the last time that we would encounter him. I think we would keep meeting up with him until about 1997. He died a while back, in fact. That’s another story for another time. As for those council flats, they ended up getting torn down a year later. It’s a park now, I believe. That’s all I have to say about that for now.

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