Malcolm had been chasing this clown for about four blocks.  He should have just put a bullet in him, but he wasn’t sure this time the silver/iron bullet would be enough to put this demonmane down.  It was a minor demon, but this one seemed to have been put in place for him.  He had been chasing Brian Bettaway for the better part of two months.  He wasn’t going to let him get away.  He had possessed the husband that had made a deal with another crossroads demon for a pen that would let me make contracts for loads of money.  It would allow him to make deals that wouldn’t normally go through.  In exchange, he had to use the pen on someone.  It started off with outside people then it began to corrupt him and turned inside and he began to work on his family.  He had a wife, three children including a newborn.  No matter what anyone said, there was no redeeming that.<br/><br/>Malcolm stood 5’10”, he had a muscular build, that right now he was glad of as he was able to keep up for the most part.  His supernatural speed should have easily let him catch this creep but nonetheless the closer one got to the darkness the stronger they became.  He closed as he rounded the corner in the shopping district.  He was still sticking to the alleyways, he was going to get him.  He had taken to becoming a private detective.  He didn’t have to explain as much why he was a walking arsenal or running down the street chasing people.  His jacket flapped in the wind as they both moved.  He lost sight of him for the briefest of moments, it was daylight now, his powers should have diminished slightly but the demon was now cornered it seemed and was refusing to give up knowing the alternative.  Malcolm’s dark-skinned helped to hide him a bit as he moved slowly within the building that could be the only place to find Brian.  His eyes focused to the darkness….too late as he felt the wind only to block the stabbing pen.<br/><br/>“It wants you to Hunter!  Your blood will power me for months.”  He grunted with a kick and continued swing of the razor-sharp pen that was barely blocked and followed by a hard kick.<br/><br/>Malcolm blocked the pen, with a sweep of his hand, he turned away from the kick and punched Brian in the ribs hard, the cracking was all but audible as he kicked him in the back of the leg as well.  That crack too was audible.  “There was nothing your family had done to deserve that!”  With an elbow to the head, Brian was dazed.<br/><br/>The monster that was Brian moved and growled as it all but hobbled to find someplace to hide from the angry more powerful being that sought its life now.  The spirit that inhabited the pen realized this vessel probably wouldn’t survive this altercation.<br/><br/>Malcolm’s eyes burned with fire as he focused on the heat signature and simply followed it to the dark corner of the building.  “So this is what love brings us too, selfishness and greed.”  He pulled his sword from his coat seemingly from nowhere as it was glowing almost flames.<br/><br/>Brian thought to toss the pen aside hoping someone else would come across the accursed thing and pick up where the previous owner left off.<br/><br/>As it slides across the floor, Malcolm stepped on it and put his sword through it, the guttural scream was chalkboard like in its audibility.  He moved closer to Brian.  “For you crimes against heaven and humanity, you are hereby sentenced to the same pain and torture you had inflicted upon your own.  Part of it was the pen, the other part was your own selfish ends.”  As the sword entered Brian’s body the same scream could be heard as Malcolm too was bathed in the deep flames that he had exposed the body too.  Brian burned like a vampire till only his dust remained.  For the first time in a long time as Malcolm put away both the sword and the gun, he was worn with no sleep for a couple of days.  He moved to stop into the store next door, he didn’t know what nor cared what it was, he just wanted to sit down for a moment before continuing on.  He entered and found a seat, it wasn’t till he looked around that he realized he found himself in a….bookstore?