Chapter 1 - The Meet Up

Hound was walking through the intricately decorated corridor to the door in the end. Rare pieces of art hung at various intervals throughout the brightly lit corridor. His footsteps echoed as his shoes clapped against the wooded floor. He buttoned his suit jacket and checked his watch.
8:58 PM. He was quite excited for the meeting. He was, like always, on time.
A new ACD Hector Creed had contacted him a day ago, asking for a sit down, promising no arrest or violence. He was surprised. The police didnt go for talks and negotiations, they were too busy trying to attempt futile arrests . He'd been called to a 5 Star hotel for the meeting. This new man certainly had style.
Hound reached for the door handle and wrenched it open. The door revealed a richly furnished parlour, with a huge fireplace and beautiful, victorian candle stands. The room was impressive. A man stood in front of the fire place, staring into the fire. His back to him. He seemed unaware of Hound's arrival.
Hound moved into the room and closed the door behind him.
"You're on time, Mr. Hound." The man spoke, turning around. He was handsome, dressed in a black suit with no tie. The first two buttons of his dress shirt were open, revealing his muscular chest, his black hair slick against his scalp. His green eyes were sharp, emphasising a cunning and brilliant character with a lot of power.
"John, please. Mr. Creed I presume?" Hound stalked forward, and extended his hand. They shook.
"I'd prefer Hector." The ACD motioned towards the two chairs in front of the fire place. They both took their seats.
Creed sat cross legged, studying Hound, while Hound did the same. Both said nothing. The seconds ticked by and the silence drew longer.
"To be honest, I assumed you to be someone very rough and...wild, yet here you are, charismatic, but with that merciless glint in your eyes." Hector smiled, moving forward and pouring wine into the two glasses that rested on the table in between them.
"I'm flattered Hector, although I must admit, you're not bad yourself. The police is usually quite...confused. You seem focused." Hound replied, rejecting the wine.
"A man such as you requires alot of focus John. You've made quite a name for yourself."
"The job I perform requires excellence Hector, as you're well aware."
"I am."
Silence ensued again as they both regarded each other.
Creed chuckled. "Its odd to meet somebody who doesnt tremble at the sight of you."
Hound laughed. "Agreed."
"So Hector, why does the angel call the demon for a sit down?" Hound asked.
"Maybe he wants to know the demon?"
Hound chuckled. "You already know alot about me, you've read the files. I presume there are alot of officers who are listening to this right now that can tell you about me."
Creed raised an eyebrow.
"You presume too much, there are no officers who are listening to our conversation."
"Dont treat me as a fool Hector, I'm the man your departement wants the most. Even a low profile drug dealer would get basic levels of survillience, while I have escaped everytime your departement attempted some petty arrest. There are men watching and listening. So lets skip the crap and get to the point. Why am I here?"
"You're a clever man." Creed remarked. "I called you to warn you, vanish well before it begins, leave the city."
"Before what begins?"
"The hunt. Your hunt."
Hound laughed. "I'm just a random mercenary, Hector, why would the best police personell from the capital request a special transfer to Sesmont City to hunt me down. There are many others like me."
Creed raised an eyebrow. "You seem well aware about my...movements."
Hound smirked. "I like to stay informed about my adversaries."
"I wonder, from where do you aquire your information."
"I have my sources. Back to the conversation at hand Hector, why would you want to hunt me down?"
"You kill publicly, you've got a reputation among the common people, they dont regard you as a merc, you're a homocidal killer on the loose to them. There's pressure on the Police to arrest and apprehend you. Besides, you've killed 29 Police Officers, government officers and other VIPs in the last week. I'm bound to take action."
"No, not you. You coul've ignored it. You had no responsibility to come here." Hound leaned towards Creed, his eyes narrowing, a smile playing on his lips. "No, no, no, no, its something else, isnt it?"
Hector didnt answer for a while.
Finally, he smiled and poured himself another glass of wine.
"Four years ago, you were given an order to make a kill. It was a women. Kayla."
"Ohh yes, I do remember her." Hound straightened back.
"Your only kill who's body was never found."
Hound only smiled in reply, the smile so genuine and angelic that it struck Creed. How could this man be the monster he was?
John started to get up from his seat and walk towards the door, Creed got up too.
"She was your sister, I believe." Hound spoke, without turning around.
Hound suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, Creed growling into his face.
"You sick son of a bitch." Creed snarled.
Hound just smiled back, that sarcastic little thing more provoking than a straight slap to the face.
"Kayla Creed." Hound whispered, throwing every syllabul at Hector like a brick.
Creed dropped him, immediately hiding his anger behind expressionless eyes.
"You'd better watch your ass, John." Creed took out a pack of cigarette from his pockets and put one in his mouth, staring at Hound all the time, who was straightening his jacket and smiling with mock humor. "I'll be cutting it of and hanging it on a pike. One of these days."
He offered the cigarette pack to Hound, who rejected, taking out a pack of his own.
"You know Hector, I hope I get an order for your kill," Hound lit the cigarette. "One of these days. I'd show you where I put your sister."
"Its a date then John, I offered you my protection today, so you go free. But the next time I see you, I'll make sure I put a bullet between those eye." Creed grinned.
"Its a date then, Mr. Hector Creed." Hound smiled. "Hunt me down, and I'll wait for the kill with your name on it, for I dont kill on my own consent. But as soon as I get your name on a chit, you'd better watch your," Hound puffed a torrent of smoke in the air, "Ass."
Hound turned towards the door and pulled it open.
"See ya," Hound remarked while walking out.
Creed stared after him as he strolled down the corridor.
"Oh pray you dont."