I pull up and park my motorcycle outside a small townhouse, this is the address that was reported for a disturbance. I look around to see if the caller is still around but the street is abandoned. Good, I haven’t even walked up to the door and I can already feel the chill that runs up my spine. This isn’t a false alarm, we have a breech.
As I walk up to the door I take out my U.L.E.R., what we officers call our Ultra-Light Emitting Rays, it won’t kill whatever is in there but it will stun it, and I would rather not pull out my Shade till I need it. I move to push the door open and find it unlocked. Could be looters but it is more likely the place was abandoned and the previous owners didn’t care. That is the case in a lot of boroughs like these. I slowly push the door open with my right hand, crossed over my arm that is holding the U.L.E.R., just like they teach us at the Monastery. At 18 I am one of the oldest officers, been on patrol for 5 years, but I still take the time to think about each rule and practice they teach you as a Green. It calms me and I am sure it is one of the reasons I am one of the oldest officers. By the time I run through the list of rules in my head I have already closed the door behind me. It won’t do much good if we have a Breecher charging through it but it may slow it down just enough for me to catch it.
I walk through the bottom floor of the house, no sign of movement. I look around and see pictures, the only things the looters don’t lift. Most of them are of a nice young couple, attractive, dressed nicely, one of the pictures was even taken in front of a tree. Must have had money. While my eyes look over the pictures I receive some information on it from one of my implants. I feel a warmth from the back of my neck and in a fraction of a second I am given a condensed stream of information on the residence.
They lived here awhile with their newborn; after a couple of months some people broke in. Two looters, climbed in through a second story window, one of the perps heard a noise, reacted and shot into a dark corner of the room. The kid was killed instantly. After a few weeks the couple couldn’t stand living in the house and moved. Six months later and here I am. The stream ends and I’m back to the present, and that is when I hear the scurrying upstairs.
I know what I am dealing with here, that stream was all I needed. I make my way to the staircase. I hesitate at the bottom; I know what is waiting for me up there. I unsheathe my Shade and clench it tight while I feel the warmth leave me. The amount of times I have had to use this thing, I can’t imagine I have much time left, maybe a year if I’m lucky. They say every time you even hold it you have a few months shaved off your life; a few years if you actually get up the nerve to use it. Who knows, maybe this Breecher will kill me or maybe killing it will kill me. That is the worst part of being on the Blackguard, the only thing that can kill Breechers wants to kill you too. Either way it doesn’t matter, I have a job to do. I push the thought from my mind and work my way up the stairs.
About halfway up I feel another chill shoot through my spine, it hisses at me to turn around and leave, to get out of this house. I feel the pale-blue blade hum in my hand. It is excited, it wants blood, my blood. It is thinking the same thought I just was. But this is my job, this is why I was chosen, so I push myself. I get to the top of the stairs and stop, but not out of fear, I am winded. I wasn’t thinking, I should have waited till I got to the top of the stairs to draw the Shade, but, like always, I feel a pinch in my arm and my implant delivers me a heavy dose of adrenaline. With more strength I turn the corner and see it.
It is padding around in the corner where the baby died, looking pathetic; if this thing could cry I bet it would. It must be hard, remembering a life that it never lived, just a shadow. Just a shadow remembering what little it can from a child who lived a short life. Even without the info I received I can tell it how long it has been since the kid died just from looking at its Shadow. It still kind of looks like an infant, only difference is that its limbs are longer, like they have been stretched out of necessity, like a spider. That and its skin is an unnatural black. Though the skin is a quality all Shadows share.
This one is still developing clinging on to a shape that it can piece together, but soon it will lose those remnants and it will change as is necessary. Maybe it will grow wings or a snout, the good thing is that it hasn’t yet so this kill should be easy. Keeping an eye on the Shadow with my Shade out I holster my U.L.E.R. Then I move my hand up slowly to right under my ear. I feel for the round button and press it. For a moment my eyelids flutter, a reflex so I know that the Court House can see what I see right now. I reach again for my U.L.E.R., ready to aim and pull the trigger but I was too slow. The Shadow turned and looked at me dead on with its pale blue eyes and just like that it was heading for me.
I tried to aim and fire but I my Shade was draining me and I couldn’t focus. My gun was swatted away and I dropped to one knee. All I had to fight now was with this thin knife and it was already trying to kill me. I pulled the blade in close and rolled back before I took a stomp from the Shadow’s clubbed foot. I was back on my feet again before it had the chance to strike. I went back to the Monastery again, just like they taught us, dodge strafe slash stab. It was all muscle memory at this point but my knees quivered and I stalled allowing one of its hands to slash at my shoulder.
It had no claws to speak of, or talons or even sharp nails, but it cut into my flesh all the same. A normal human would have died there but I was raised as part of the Blackguard. I had gone through hell being given the best that science and the occult could offer. I am this world’s one line of defense from the Shadowlands and all of the messed up shit that breeches the wall. I am eighteen years old and I am dying way too soon to give up now. With what little strength I had in my legs I pushed myself forward and rolled over the Shade. When my back was pressed to the ground underneath the Shadow I used both hands and pushed the blade into the jaw and saw it come out through the top of its head. It just stared at me. It stared at me with those pale eyes the same color as my Shade and the same color as mine.
There was no more humming from the Shade, it fell silent as the shadowy infant dissolved from existence. I felt my wound burn as I sheathed the Shade and a huge breath of air fills my lungs. I could feel the warmth return to my body and looking at my hand I could see some of the life return to my skin. I force myself off the ground with another burst of adrenaline, just enough to get me to the Court House Med Center. I pick up my U.L.E.R. and take the stairs three at a time on the way down, I almost fall but I catch myself at the bottom. I don’t care, I just want to get out of here. I exit the house and hop on my motorcycle. I am ready to drive off to have the doctors patch me up and tell me how lucky I am just to be walking around.
Before I drive off I look around at the houses on the street. I was taken the day I was born. I never met my parents; maybe they lived in a house like this? Maybe I would be dead if it weren’t for the Blackguard? Maybe my memories would go on to live in one of these deranged echoes? I think on these questions for a bit and imagine what life would be like on the other side. Then I ride off and leave them behind with the abandoned house. This is New Boston, it’s best if we don’t question our lot in life here.