Issue # 23- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp
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Leadville Colorado is a community of roughly twenty eight hundred humans and countless numbers of other realm inhabitants.

The town, which sits east of Aspen, south of Vail and northeast of Denver, is rich with his kind for his new hometown sat near the only functioning portal in the continental United States. The portals were overseen by the Quadroon-the otherworld`s military police. Passage was SUPPOSED to be limited to those who had no criminal records in the shadow or fey realms.

Needless to say, since a strict criterion had to be met to legally enter the human world, thousands of illegal immigrants snuck through. The Quadroon were easily swayed to look the other way with payoff`s of drugs, political favors or sex from desperate Undesirables.

Palming the wheel of his damnably cold Rover he pulls into the parking lot of Sister Mary`s and reaches down to turn the key back to auxiliary. The engines heat blows steadily then is sucked out the missing windshield with gusto.

The club now sat mute, the parking lot covered with blowing snow and a few lonely cars as those inside prepared for another nights debauchery. Sister Mary opened her doors only when darkness would cloak her patrons. Sunset would be within the hour.

Mikel tugs the keys loose and slips from the Rover. Moving with an ease that doesn`t reach his mind he stalks across the frigid lot, his head lowered against the wind and his hair sticking to his unshaven cheek.

Stepping briskly to the bolted red door he quickly ties a bright blue bandanna around the lower half of his face, slips a hand inside his coat to tug a Glock from its holster and then pummels the security door relentlessly with his left fist, his right hand down flat to his thick thigh handgun ready.

He didn`t normally fall into such paranoia but dealing with Sister Mary and her brother Gallo, hell all their kind, warranted extra precaution and a love of death. He seemed to have both he reflects listening closely for the sound of footfalls inside. The portal coming open unexpectedly nearly makes him draw the Glock up from its hidden spot within folds of ebony leather.

Shimmering amber eyes glow in the darkness of the clubs interior out at him.

“I`d like to see Sister Mary,” Mikel says firmly.

“She`s too busy for the likes of you hybrid!” is the reply from the male inside.

Mikel nods then shoots the man in the face point blank. A howl rips through the club as the doorman is flung backwards crashing into a table.”That`s quite something,” the Guardian comments stepping inside to put another sacred round into the convulsing figure on the floor.” You having the bullocks to call ME hybrid ani-morph.”

He raises mercurial eyes to find himself facing several figures cloaked in shadows.”Sister Mary,” he calls.

“Guardian, you make one HELL of an entrance,” the she-cat growls allowing herself to transform.

“So I`ve been told.”