The Dink Network

I'm kind of irritated that the swear filter is taking away from the readability of the story. Here's the next two chapters.

Chapter Two: A Most Unusual Night.
Erin had snuck out while his mother and sister were asleep. He needed a walk to clear his head. He walked down the drive to town. When he reached it, He took note of every detail, making a mental map. Three convenience stores, a laundromat, a school, a sheriff's office that seemed to have a lot of excitement, a small building that had the Detective's business on a window. As he passed the building, the Detective himself hurried out, dropping his keys. "Hey, Mister!" Erin shouted as he picked them up. He raced after the man and bumped into another man who wore a hoody. "Watch it!" the man said as he pulled the hood farther down his face. Erin ran after the Detective who arrived at the Clinic. "Hey, Mister Detective!" Erin shouted as a nurse let the man in. Everything seemed to be going to hell in a hand basket. Erin tried the door. Locked. "Duck my life." He muttered as he sat down to wait...
A man in a black hoody stared at the kid who accidentally bumped into him, then went on his way. He had an important task ahead of him. No runt was going to stop him from achieving his mission. The runt had revealed that the door was locked, however. The man grabbed hold of a drainage pipe that ran down the wall and climbed with ease. He eased himself into a room and slipped through the shadows until he came to the Man's room. He was sweating and muttering to himself. "Faith... Faith... Danger..." He jabbered. The hooded man took a knife made of pure silver and said, "Do not worry, the Woman will be safe." The hooded man plunged the knife into the Man's chest. "Sleep, The moon will hold you no longer." A noise startled the hooded man, who cleaned the knife with a rag and left the Man's corpse behind. There were too many witnesses, simply eating the corpse would leave questions, like how the hell did a Wolf get into a clinic? The hooded man went out the same way he came, but he jumped the four stories down to the ground, bending his knees as he landed. He then walked casually down the street as if he didn't do something incredibly dangerous to a normal human being. The thing was, He wasn't exactly Human...
"God dang it!" Julius cursed as he saw the corpse of Mr. Allgood. The nurse had fainted, a cliche that seemed to come straight out of the movies just for this night. He pulled out his cell and called Will. He told him of what he found. "Duck. I'll call in a forensics team from the next town over." "No need, This was a carefully laid out plan. There are no fingerprints on the doorknob, I know this because there appears to be some kind of powder. White with flecks of gray. Nurse, can you get me some tape?" Another nurse, one with who could stand the sight of the dead man, said, "Yes." She rushed off and returned with some scotch tape. Julius got a sample of the powder and put it on his notebook. The cover was black, perfect for this sample. "I need some gloves." He said as he recalled his time spent in a forensics lab. The nurse brought him some. Julius slipped them on and examined the body. "Cause of death, Stab wound in the chest. It seems a little messy. The body's still warm, so this was recent. Too recent." Julius noticed a brown hair on the corpse. He took two pencils and picked the hair up. Hair meant DNA. DNA meant a suspect. Julius asked for a plastic bag, which he got. He put the hair in and closed the bag. "Will, I've got two bits of trace evidence, a white powder residue and a single strand of hair." Will was silent, then he said, "I'll get some Lab Tech's here to analyze the evidence. I can't believe You just did that." Will hung the phone up. Julius sighed with a smile. He was less than professional...
Erin saw the Detective step out and said, "Finally! I saw you drop your keys outside of your office place. Here." The Detective took the keys from Erin. "Erin, that is your name, right?" Erin nodded. The Detective then asked, "How long were you here waiting for me?" Erin thought back. "Well, You dropped your keys, I accidentally bumped into a guy wearing a hoody as you entered. I waited until you came out." "Did you see anyone leave the building besides me?" Erin shook his head. "There was no one around except that one guy I saw. Why?" The Detective jotted something down in his notepad. "There was a murder here, That's all I can tell you. Remember, it you see anything strange, call me." Erin nodded as the Detective walked off...
The hooded man watched the Humans exchange words. The meddling Detective and the Runt. The hooded man felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, was one life worth risking his Brethren? The hooded man turned around and walked into the forest. The one place where he and his Brethren could effectively protect the Humans. Especially the Runt...
Chapter Three: Rainy Summer
Jack Grimm knew he was being followed, that his pursuer was extremely dangerous. In Jack's hands were two packages. One from Erin's friend and the other was marked Extremely Important! He went into a post office, dropped the packages off, and walked out. It was night and the moon was out. Jack stuck to the shadows like his pursuer, mostly to hide. He needed an opportunity. A car rushed by and splashed dirty water all over a man in a hooded sweatshirt. This one was a custom made one popular among a teenage street gang called Los Hombre Lobos, or The Man Wolves. 'Werewolves, Cute.' Jack thought when he really thought about it. The real question that Jack was asking himself was, why? The distraction allowed Jack to duck into an alley. "Do you really think you can run forever?" A voice asked. "You got me." Jack said as he turned around to see a seemingly ordinary man, but since when did ordinary men have yellow eyes? "Don't act so nonchalant, Grimjaw." The man said, his yellow eyes practically glowing in the dim moonlight. "Grimjaw. That's a name I've long since forgotten." Jack said. The man's yellow eyes widened in surprise, "You did it, didn't you? Did you find a way?" Jack shook his head. "No. My wife divorced me before I could get anything absolute. Not only that, she took them to Timber Falls with her." "Duck!" The yellow eyed man cursed. "Not there, anywhere but there!" Jack nodded, It was coming back to him, a blood lust that he had all but snuffed out when he avoided his kind for over twenty years. "What of the Runt?" The yellow eyed man asked as Jack struggled for control. "He's fine, but right now I need to be as far away from you as possible." The yellow eyed man nodded. Once. He ran away, each step easing Jack's hunger for flesh bit by bit. "dang, I hope there's a dang taco bell nearby." Jack muttered as he held onto the last dregs of his sanity...
Erin had finished unpacking when his sister came in and flung two packages onto his bed. He opened one, a present from his friend, Danny Gomez. It was a book of fairy tales that he had loaned to Danny before the move. A letter told him that things were dull without him. At the bottom of the letter was an E-mail address. The next package was a much older book with a silver talisman wrapped around it. An old, faded note read, This is the true account of Charles A. Ford, open at your own risk. If you do so, keep this book close, and the talisman closer. He looked for a name. Nothing. Just an address and a stamp. Erin opened the book and was immediately overwhelmed by strange diagrams and cryptic letters. He pulled out his cellphone, but decided not to contact the Detective. Why would a Detective want to look into an old book..?
Julius rubbed his temples as he tried to make heads-or-tails of the strange letter left on his desk. One strange symbol, an equal sign, and another symbol. A cipher that needed a cipher. His phone rang and he answered it. "This is Detective Julius Anderson. How may I help you?" At first, there was nothing on the phone. then, "Do not meddle in the affairs of something you can not possibly comprehend." There was a click and the dial tone. A chill went up Julius' back as he put the phone down. Someone, the killer most likely, saw him at the clinic. A name came to mind. Erin. Julius had a feeling that the killer just might kill anyone who could possibly be a witness. Not a gut feeling, but a feeling nonetheless. The phone rang again, Julius picked it up. "Jules, bad news." Will's voice came over the phone. "What is it?" Julius asked. "I got the results from the lab. The hair was a wolf's, the Killer's signature, it seems. The powder residue you found on the doorknob is a type of flea powder. Now, how do you suppose someone could slip in and out without a trace save a wolf hair and flea powder?" To Julius, this made little sense. "I honestly do not know." He said. "Listen Jules. I can't have you looking into this case anymore, it looks bad when the only evidence doesn't relate to the crime. You were the only one there, besides the Nurses, who found the body." "Will, I..." "No, This is for your own good. I'm sorry." Will hung up, leaving Will standing in his office. There was a shocked expression on his face...
Nearly a block away from Julius' office, a man in a black hoody was smiling. "That takes care of the meddling Detective." He said to no one in particular. He took a walkie talkie and said into it, "You did good, Chief William. Your wife will be returned to you shortly. There is, however, a small matter that needs to be done. You must retire or your daughter will meet an unfortunate end." "You dink! No, that is nowhere close. You are a ducking monster!" The words cut deeper than the Sheriff would know. "Tisk, Tisk. Do you want your daughter to die? I expect your resignation by the end of the week." He turned the walkie talkie off and turned away from the Detective's office. Little did he know that Detective Julius Anderson was on the phone with another contact...
Erin had left the 'house' despite the driving rain at noon. He had his notebook, the strange book and a light snack in his backpack. He wore the talisman around his neck because he thought it looked cool. The talisman hung off of a soft leather string. It was flat and silver with a strange design that looked vaguely like a wolf's head. Erin followed the map in his mind and entered a small public library. Inside were a lot of teenagers and little kids who had entered to escape the rain. He sat down at a table and pulled the book and his notebook out. Inside the notebook were decent copies of the strange language in the book with letters next to them. There were twenty-six letters in the strange language. Erin was trying to decipher it. He sat in silence as he tried different combinations of each different symbol. 'This is taking too long.' Erin thought to himself as he gathered the notebook pages he had and put them in his bag. "Hey, you're that new kid who moved into that big place outside of town! Aren't you?" A teenage boy surprised Erin so much a few pages flew from his hands. "What's this?" The boy asked as he picked a page up. He fixed Erin with a glare. Erin took note of the teenager's face. Black hair, tan skin, green eyes with a strange golden tint, and a large scar running from his ear to his neck. "Where'd you get this?" He asked with a laugh, "A cereal box?" Erin shook his head and laughed. "No, I got it from a strange book I got in the mail. I'm Erin by the way." "Edward. But most people call me Eddy." The boy said. Erin took the book out if his bag and opened it. "Wow, Looks weird." Eddy said. Erin noted that Eddy had to be at least sixteen. "What's this?" Eddy pulled a yellowed corner that was sticking out of the book. It had English letters and strange letters that weren't in the book. It was a cipher. "Not much use." he said as he gave it to Erin. "I'll find some use for it." Erin said as he memorized the cipher. He put it in his backpack alongside the book and left the library...
Jack had walked for a week straight, keeping himself under control. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Erin had received the book. Already he felt his old self reawaken. He had less than two weeks before he lost control. He stopped at a Burger King and ordered a Whopper, something that would have given him a heart attack a week ago. Right now, twenty years of bad food and added chemicals were being purged from his body. this left him with the constant urge to take a dump. "Duck." He muttered as his bladder reacted violently. He set down his half-eaten burger and ran to the restroom. He spent four hours in there with the worst case of diarrhea anyone could ever experience. 'Am I shootting a ducking train?!' He asked himself as another wave hit him. After he flushed the toilet at least fifteen times before he stood up, he glanced in the mirror. What met his eyes was a man who went to hell and back ten times. He also noticed that his eyes had a yellowish tinge in his eyes. "Not much time." He muttered as he left the restroom. He left before anyone could ask him what the hell happened. A group of teenagers wearing Los Hombre Lobos hoodies stepped out from an alley where Jack bumped into one. "Hey! What did you do that for?" One of the teenager's shouted. "He walked out in front of me." Jack said. "Aw, shoot! You messed my nice shoes up!" The teenager he knocked over shouted as he lifted his shoe up. There was a small dirt mark on it. "Hey boss, He's got some nice shoes." One said. The leader raised one eyebrow and said, "Gimme yo shoes." "No." Jack said. "Motherducker better gimme yo shoes." Their leader insisted, putting out a switchblade. The others followed suit. "No." Jack replied. The leader swung the knife at Jack, cutting his arm. "Next time I'll chop yo nuts off. Gimme yo motherducking shoes or I'll ..." Jack's wound closed and he grabbed hold of the leader's neck. "Or you'll what?" Jack asked as he pushed the teenager into a wall. His strength was growing, he could kill the kid with one squeeze. The leader choked, his eyes looking up. "Dude, you're killing him!" The words shot through the euphoria Jack felt as he was choking the kid. He let go and run off. Jack's heart pounded with adrenaline and the prospect of killing. He had to get to Timber Falls before it was too late for him. Before it was too late for Erin...
Julius' mind was in turmoil. On one part, he was trying to figure out how the wolf hair got on Mr. Allgood's chest, the other was asking one question. 'Why?' He looked at the missing person's reports again, searching for any details he missed. Nothing like a different case to take one's mind off of another. He looked at the dates. Eight hundred forty days out of seventy years. He pulled out the year's calendar and looked at the dates. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that each date coincided with the full moon. Mr. Allgood was gone during a week when the Full Moon was out. Julius turned on his computer and Googled the last seventy year's calendars. Every single disappearance happened around the time of a full moon. The first thirty could have been a person taking people away, the next twenty could have been a Copycat, as well as the next twenty. Unless forty years was the Copycat. 'You're jumping to conclusions, Jules.' Julius thought to himself, but he couldn't deny a strong link between the missing persons reports and the recent murder. He immediately thought of the strange cipher, maybe it was a clue. He saw a letter slide into his office from under the door and then a knock. He got up from his desk and picked it up. A letter written in the strange language on the Cipher. This was most likely a threat...
The hooded man watched as the Runt walked up to the Detective's office. He held the Book in his hand. "The Meddling Detective can't help you now." The hooded man said as his cell phone vibrated. "What?" He growled into the phone. "The Chief resigned." A Voice told him. The hooded man hung up and called another number. "Release the Girl." He said. All that was left was the Runt...