It was night, about 11 o'clock. The park at the outskirts of Altair was filled with homeless men as they struggle to keep themselves warm and cozy in their dirty clothes and jackets, with torn gloves that show their fingers. Many of them are men while some are old women, dressed similarly that you can't nearly tell which is which. Food was scarce that day and begging for the whole day had turned to the worse since cops patrols had been operational since start of the month. Begging was the only thing they could do in these cases but not all of them wanted to live like this forever.
Amongst those, a man stood inside the darkest patch of the park, where a single big tree made a big shadow on the ground, blocking the moon's view and the stars' glitter. He wasn't one of those homeless and yet in mere couple of minutes, he will be worse than the worst of those men. He was wearing simple office clothes, complete with jacket and a glove, since it was too cold for anything else that night. Clutching a bottle of alcohol in his right hand, he have a gun in another. A Glock .40 bullets. He had a license for that, but he being as is right now, he had all but forgotten where that piece of paper is. He looked up to that big tree, standing there with his eyes unfocused, then took a great drink from the bottle, spilling some onto his clothes.
There was another man, a man with a special ability. He had sensed the strong sense of danger from this part of his territory and he had eventually found it. He was watching the one with the gun, away from his sight of view and well in cover. He had nothing on except a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, tightened around his waist with a buckled belt. Now, he stood at the far right back of the one with the gun, watching him from behind a smaller tree, well within the shadows. His eyes were focused but he didn't to be so since his special ability enabled him to see what other humans can't see. In his eyes, he sees but a man, ready to kill himself. But in his mind, he sees something entirely different. He clenched his fists, cursing the cruel fate in which humans cannot simply ignore. He was so cold outside on his skin, but inside he was burning with anger.
"Why do humans neglect themselves so much?" he thought.
The one with the gun took another long haul from the bottle, until all the content vanished inside his mouth. He took a despairing look at the bottle and smashed it on the tree, making the surrounding glitter for a while with glasses flying. Then he looked up and point the gun barrel at his head. He removed the safety with a click and pulled the trigger.
A brief loud bang and an explosion. Pieces of brain flew and settled on the grass. Then, silence.
The other man looked at the whole scene with a familiarity in his eyes yet he was shocked to his core. He began to shiver for a moment but then stood firm as something beyond his eyes slither away from the body. That was it. He moved with grace and certainty, following the slithering shadow, originated from the body and now making it's way to the deeper parts of the park where the trees are big and the paths hidden by weeds. He knew the area like the back of his hand, and yet a sense of danger rang through his head like a siren. He needed to go forward and faced this. Just like he did so a lot of time before this.
Every man and woman and children have spirits in their body. These spirits are what would surface as emotions and thinking. These spirits are unstable in children and sometimes in women. But these spirits are the only barrier that differs the sane and the insane. These spirits are a form in which humans had manifested all their wills and their dreams. These spirits linger inside the human body, separate from the soul or the body, yet one with them. The man was chasing a Wild Will, a spirit of a human being, set free before the hos died and now, with lost of the body and soul, it roams the earth, with no destination or goal.
Wild Wills are yet another form of spirits. When humans have the spirit to live and love, his spirit would be strong and controlled. But when a human gone berserk, sometimes lost his sanity or a prolonged moment of anger or even the break of a relationship. These can lead to Wild Wills, where the intention to live or love are gone from the human. In this case, Wild Wills are what the man would call an abomination that had used to be human.
His job is to get rid of the abomination using his own special ability to call forth his own Wills into action.
The slithering shadow stopped under the shadow of an oak tree, young still to be called big. It stood up and formed the shape of a human being, with no sense of skin or face. It turned around to face the incoming man. It grew eyes, white holes on the head and slumped.
"You. Don't move," the man gasped for breath. "This could end the easy way or the hard way."
The figurative shadow moved it's hands. He formed a mouth, yet another white hole on it's head. The mouth moved but only whispers of it's words were heard. "...fill me... hurts... done with... fill..."
The man almost pitied the creature in front of him. But if he let it grow any larger than this... "Don't move. I'll be done with you in a minute." He touched his chest and a single glow of light, briefly glowed around his body and disappeared. From the spot he touched, a visible shape of a rectangle slowly protruded. Then, the man pulled it out. It formed itself into a card, drawn. It was decorated with the faces of a child, a woman and a man, facing up to a pair of wings that glowed. He set it on the ground. Instantly the whole area vibrated for a while.
"I'll end this for you. Mistral," he said. A figure appeared beside him, clad within iron armor and holding a long halberd in it's left hand. It moved forward towards the Wild Will.
"...job ...done..." the shadow in front mumbled with his mouth moving only fractions. It seemed a bit larger than seconds before. Standing there, it looked up. For a while, a human face, similar to the one the shadow originated from, formed on it's head. It vanished.
Mistral, the Will summoned from the man, lifted the halberd below it's shoulder and brought it down in a flash, slashing the shadow across the torso. The remains of a spirit closed it's eyes and disappeared. Not even ashes were seen floating or flying away.
The man let escape a breath he wasn't aware holding. He looked at Mistral. The Will had done his job and it disappeared too, just like the Wild Will. The card that was placed on the ground had vanished at the same time.
"At least, this one had decency to stay still," he said as he walked away from the scene. Now aware of the cold biting his fingers, he hugged himself and walked fast to his apartment, two blocks away from the park. The thought of the Wild Will, gone from his head when he reached the door and opened the lock.
That night, Jake Freelance, Agent Card, slept well.
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