Black Jasmin (WIP)

Every now and then I fantasize about writing a book so sometimes I write down a line or two sometimes character descriptions etc. This is the second time I post a snippet from the works so I can be guided further by your silence.

The man walked briskly through the crowded street, having his head above the crowd his destination was in eyesight. Neons and holograms distracted the passing people while his attention was caught by two artificial intelligence officers scanning a couple at a junction. His eyes sprinted between the officers and his destination constantly wondering if they will notice him, being a head taller and wearing a fedora didn’t help him to blend in between the people of the current age. He did not need any problems today, he knew he wouldn’t hold his temper today and it would cause a sea of trouble. The officers turned to face the tall man when an ambulance flew by above their heads with sirens blaring grabbing everyone’s attention. This short distraction was enough to reach the destination in time.

The man entered the establishment with a loud thud of heavy oak doors slamming behind him.

“Welcome to the Black Jasmin, ahh.. master Magni, we are ready for the day to start. And your friend Mithra is here already.” said the bartender to the tall man.

“Very well. I noticed two ARTCHIES on the corner so keep it classy today in case they visit” replied Magni to his employee. “Yes, sir.”

The place was a large bar with a lounge behind it where Mithra was sitting. Walking into this place was like jump in time. A jump from 2324 to the nineteenth century. Warm wood dominated most of the space and structures with a gentle touch of candle lights and the smell of whiskey. Soft carpets muffled the steps, Jazz is playing from instruments hung in the air without a soul beside them. Speakers being purely decorative in case of inspection from the AMG.

“Mithra, what brings you here so early my friend?” asked Magni

“I’ve seen something strange last night, and don’t know if I imagined it or not”

“I’m not in the mood to guess, just spill it Mithra”

“I saw a girl yesterday.. walking down in the crowd, she stopped by a dead bird, snapped her fingers and it flew away. I’m not sure what happened because she did it by a flying scanner” explained Mithra.

“You must have imagined it or just thought it was dead” said Magni with slight irritation

“I followed her, she did it 4 more times on the way home…” added Mithra

“In my book, it can only mean one of two things, either you were high or she is something that is thought to be extinct. Since you know where to find her we should bring her here” replied Magni.

“I was hoping you will say that by the way, Marcus wants to join the hunters”

“Have you tested him?”

“Not yet. I will today.”

“Make it entertaining please.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, how do you plan to bring the girl here if she will panic?” asked Mithra

“She won’t, I’ll just talk to her, worst case use a spell or just brake her legs, if you are right she will heal.”

“Damn it Magni, it’s a young girl! no breaking legs this time.” barked Mithra

“You don’t know what she is! she might be young or have few millenniums like us” he hissed ” Anyway you know where to find her so let’s get out of here, I don’t want to lose my temper here when ARTCHIES come in” added Magni

“Why do you keep calling them that?” puzzled Mithra

“ARTificial Cops something and something, I do not remember now. I didn’t come up with it but it stuck around” he explained.

The tall man left the establishment looking nervously around accompanied by a slightly shorter man whose skin and name suggested a Persian origin. His outfit was modern opposing to Magni, he wore black military kevlar combat trousers and boots paired with now out of fashion leather jacket. Fashion did not matter to Mithra but utility and this leather jacket comfortably concealed his wide range of knives underneath which looked like a second rib cage made of sharpest blades. Once they entered the busy street they vanished from the eyes of whoever was watching them.

“Obviously you have an idea what she might be, it’s your forte so what are the options? I want to know where to go if she is not home.” inquired Mithra.

“My guess is that since she wasn’t detected by the scanner than it’s the older type of magic thought to be extinct that’s why the government doesn’t know how to detect it. That would mean she can be a druid or a necromancer. I am pretty sure we slaughtered all the necros and you would feel the foul energy in the air. Druids on the other hand simply disappeared one day without a trace and nobody knows what happened so this is the more likely possibility.” explained Magni.

“Did I ever tell you that you talk too much? and killing those necros were some good times brother.”

“You do remember that I can make your balls explode with a snap of my fingers right?” he grinned.

“I always wondered if I will be able to slice off your fingers before you snap them. Anyway, it didn’t feel like she was a necro so I suggest passing by a few animal clinics on the way.”

Magni and Mithra searched for hours but finding one person in a city of millions is hard, yet for those skilled hunters there were no impossible tasks, for thousands of years the worked together, fought together and killed together. From different land and different mothers yet they became brothers.

“Knock again” said Magni

“She’s not home” answered Mithra

“Wait” ordered Magni then he whispered something and barely noticeable pulse of energy emanated from his body. “The apartment is empty” he added.

“That’s new, what was that?” asked confused Mithra

“Scanning spell, comes in handy”

“So what was the point of me knocking?”

“You tell me” grinned Magni.

“I am not going to wait here all day so leave your Black Jasmin card with not or invitation and maybe she will come to us, and include a free bottle to hasten it.” suggested Mithra turning away from his friend. And so he did slightly annoyed at the thought there was no opportunity to break any bones.

The bartender greeted the two men warmly once again letting them know there was no trouble in their absence. Few guests were sitting inside chatting away sipping on various coloured liquids.

“Ahh Marcus you are here” exclaimed Mithra

“Good day sir, I heard you might have a test for me” said Marcus

“Now you hear words that are not said? anyway the most important rule, the prey should never know the hunter was around.”

Author: Bartek D

Starting my first blog Penumbra. Read the introduction in the beginning to find out whats it all about and who am I.

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