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Usually, my idea of a good time doesn't involve running around the South Side at 11 o'clock at night in 45 degrees and rain, but the things I do for money. I'm being paid to help CPD solve a case that involves service men and women being killed and having their livers taken out. Okay, harvesting certain organs doesn't exactly narrow down my pool of suspects. Lots of supernatural nasties do that, well...according to lore they do, but in my line of work, ancient lore is probably one of the better resources you have to arm yourself against all that go bump in the night. I also was able to inspect some of the wounds on the body and they turned out to be caused by arrowheads, so it is possible that what ever I'm dealing with could possible be Native American of origin, which is not exactly maddeningly helpful either. I hadn't had a chance to talk to Bob yet, and plus I might not have enough details for him to give me an accurate deduction on what I am exactly dealing with here. But there has to be a connection between the vics and the killer, I mean, they were all in the military one way or another. So far, there were three army, a navy, and a marine.

I began raking through the alleyways with my staff clutched in my left hand, since most nasties don't like to be in plain sight. So a darky seedy alleyway is the perfect habitat for the evasive...what ever it was. As I walked up and down numerous alleys, the rain started to come down more heavily, causing droplets of water to roll off my duster. I was just about to call it quits when I spotted what looked like bloody claw marks scratched on the side of a brick building and they left some sort of residue that looked like pale slimey skin. "Eureka." I grinned to myself and scraped some of the residue of the wall and into my hand, and it felt as slimey as it looked. Ew. I then reached into my pocket and pull out a piece of chalk and drew a circle around myself. Then, pushing some of my will into the newly drawn circle, I closed it and sort of isolated me from any other energies that might interfere with conjuring up a tracking spell. reaching into my duster pocket once more, I pulled out a small crystal rod with a leather string tied around it. I placed some of the residue in the crystal and began muttering in Latin my tracking spell, concentrating on spell which caused the crystal in my hand to glow a bright white light.

As soon as the tracking spell was complete, I broke the circle around be by scuffing out some of the chalk. As it broke, it gave off a little pop like how your ears react to different pressure, then the crystal dangling from the leather string in my hand started spinning wildly, trying to get a fix on whatever I linked it up with. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in confusion at the crystal. Normally, it wouldn't take this long to, for lack of a better term, lock on target. Which could mean two things, either the thing I'm tracking is moving extremely fast or it is not technically alive in a human sense, possibly both for all I know. Then I heard a gruff voice come from behind me.

"Hey! Stop your hocus pocus and tell us what you're doing! You been the one killing people!?"

I turned around and saw two men, one taller than the other but still not as tall as me, both with threatening looks on their faces and pointing guns at me. Now, I'm used to having guns being pointed at me, it comes with the job. But when it's really early in the case, it is just plain annoying...well, its always annoying but you get my point. I tried to get a better look at them without making eye contact, because an accidental Soulgaze will just do wonders for diplomacy. Anyway, they both seemed to be wearing the same basic clothing. Army jacket, plaid, jeans, and bikerboots. Maybe they were cops or FBI, but then I looked to the taller one and immediately crossed out that conclusion. No self-respecting government agency would let anyone's hair grow that long. But then begs the question of who are they, and why are they interested in the killings?

"Yeah, because I immediately tell anyone who points a gun at me exactly what I'm doing." Okay, maybe the sarcasm wasn't the best idea in the world, but they don't call me a wise-a** for nothing. Then, just as I was about to answer the other question, the spell induced crystal in my hand stopped spinning and pointed straight up which was then followed by a sickening plop. I looked over and saw something thick and slimey land on my shoulder that looked strangely like someone hacked a luigi on my duster. Again, ew. I looked up and then I saw something that I could've gone a lifetime without seeing. Whatever it was, it was perched on the roof of the building next to us, looking down at us with beedy red eyes. It looked almost 8ft tall and consisted of nothing but skin and bones, not to mention that it looked humanoid enough to amp up the creep factor. What really got my attention were the long jagged claws and shark-like teeth it possessed. Then another drop of what I now deduced as monster drool landed on my shoulder. "Uh-oh..." Master of the witty dialogue, that's me. Then, before I could conjure up any will for either a spell or a shield, it let out an ear-splitting shriek which caused me to flinch and cover my ears to avoid possibly rupturing an eardrum.

After Bony (what I appropriately decided to name it for the time being) was done shrieking, it jumped from its perch and was going to land on top of me. I managed to side-step out of the way of its line of fall, then I pointed my staff at it and yelled, "FOZARE!!". Lacing my will behind my words and through my staff, silvery light erupted from the end of the staff and slammed into Bony, causing it to get hurdled into the brick wall with a loud THUD.

Normally, being slammed into a brick wall with that much force would have killed a normal human no problem, but this thing bounce off and landed on all fours like it was nothing. Looks like I did nothing but just pissed it off. It shrieked again then it charged me, claws extended and teeth snapping. I quickly shook out my shield bracelet and poured as much will as I possibly could into it, conjuring up a large transparent, blue, glowing semi-circle shield and raised it in time for a force equivalent to a speeding 16-wheeler to slam into it. Sparks flew in every direction as it raked its claws against the shield, trying to break it.

While trying to hold off against the thing, I heard gunshots ring throughout the alley which was met by a loud growl and hiss from Bony. Apparently one of the guys shot at it and one of the bullets met its target. The creature whipped its pale slimy head around and snarled at the two men. Looks like bullet don't really do anything to hurt it either, judging by the way that it jumped off my shield and towards the two at the end of the alley, pushing me back at least ten feet. Luckily, my leather jacket kept me from getting cut up from the concrete, but the force was enough to knock the wind out of me. Okay, I'm adding extremely powerful and invulnerable to the list of clues to try and figure out what the hell this thing was. Was it another Skinwalker? Stars, I hoped not. I couldn't help but shiver from the thought of the last encounter with one.

The two men continued firing upon the creature as it lunged at them with their bullets having no effect on it. I had to do something. Okay, those two didn't exactly give me a stellar first impression, but they didn't deserve to die at that hands of Bony. I reached into the inside of my duster and pulled out my blasting rod, a foot and a half long stick of wood that was about twice as thick as my thumb with runes carved along the length of it. "Duck!" I yelled at the two men before lifting up the rod, runes glowing orange as I poured my will into it, charging up a spell. I aimed at Bony and just as it was upon them, I yelled, "FUEGO!!. A thick plume of red-orange fire erupted from the end of the rod and slammed into the back of the creature. It howled out in pain as it sailed harmlessly over the two men. As soon as it recovered, watching burned flesh slowly healing, it turned around and shrieked once more before it jumped on top of a nearby building and made a hasty retreat. I lowered my still smoking rod, panting hard for all that magic I threw around in such a short period of time left me pretty drained.

Seeing that the two men were okay, I placed a hand up against the brick wall, leaning up against it. I probably looked and sounded like I just completed a marathon in Death Valley. I looked up and saw the two approach me with caution in their steps. I guess I would be too if I saw me slinging around fire and what not.

"Hey... are you alright?" The taller of the two asked.

I could've responded with a snarky comeback, but they still have guns and Shorty looked like he had an itchy trigger finger, and a bullet lodged in my head would've definitely ruin my day. "I'm fine, just a...little winded..." I managed to say in between breaths.

"What the hell was that thing?!" Shorty asked.

I stood up straight again, looking between the two and avoiding eye contact so I won't accidently trigger a soulgaze. "Your guess is as good as mine." I responded and walked over to where my staff landed when it was knocked out of my hand as I got pushed back by the creature. After I grabbed it, I leaned heavily on it and looked back over at Biggy and Smalls. "You two should get out of here before the cops show up." I told them, but something told me that they weren't going anywhere until I answer their bombardment of questions.

Annnddd there they are. I looked up at the two again, the taller one decided to put his gun away which gave me the comforting thought that maybe they can be reasoned with. Then my eyes shifted towards Shorty who did have the courtesy to at least lower his weapon, but still kept it firmly in his hand. I guess I couldn't judge the guy too much. Normal folk tend to get a little jumpy seeing some giant in a leather duster fighting monsters and slinging around magic. I know, crazy right?

"Who are you... What are you? Was that magic?" The taller one asked.

I sighed and decided to come clean with these guys. "The name's Harry, and I'm a wizard. And before you say anything, no I'm not related to the character in those books." I said in rather annoyed tone. Man if I had a nickel for every prank call that I picked up and the person on the other end responded with "Potter!", I'd have enough to pay this month's rent.

"I've never seen magic like that. You working with demons?" Shorty asked.

"Then you clearly haven't ran into any wizards before. And no, no selling of soul here." I said, but then gave the two a bit of an odd look. "Ok, my turn. Who are you and why does a couple of vanilla mortals even know about magic and demons?" I asked. Usually vanilla mortals don't even believe in the crap that I have to deal with every day, but these two are talking about it like they deal with it on a daily basis. Who the hell were they?

I kind of just rolled my eyes at the shorter man, it seems that I get asked this question way too often. "Well first of all, witches are generally female. Also, they tend to use more ritual magic which doesn't require any magical abilities at all. And for those who do, generally gain it by the whole selling your soul thing." I explained. "Wizards on the other hand are born with their magic, but very few can sling around as much mojo as I can. Most are Minor Practitioners, which are kinda like one trick ponies."

Then the two of them finally introduced themselves as Sam and Dean, and not only that but they were hunters, which by the context, I'm guessing they have a really specific game. "So like...monster hunters?" I asked with slight disbelief in my voice.