Daughter of the Dead Part 4

Daughter of the Dead

Case 1

Part 4

Draft 3

By: Chase L. Currie

The car lifted off with Icarus pulling a phone out from his pocket and linking up to the city net. He realized he didn’t know the race of the bounty hunter Lowell and he hoping Lowell was a human, but the face staring back with a scar across his nose was a dark elf. He sighed not liking where this was going, and why this dark elf took the body. What was the point in taking the body, it can’t solely be for the money.

                Could it be blackmail?

                Eliza was a human or so he thought, and any Noble High Elf would be embarrassed to have human blood in their family but not enough to hire Icarus to find the body for them. And the bigger question why didn’t the elf send his small army to find the body?

                Icarus stared out the window trying not to care about Eliza and only thinking about the money. He wondered what this half-elf human was like before she ended up dead. Did she have a happy life? Was she nice a person? Would Icarus like her if they ever met on the streets? He wondered if he would ask her out for a cup of coffee and enjoy the conventions they would have there. She would destroy the loneliness his life brings to him, but then he tapped his mouth with his steel hand. The past came rushing back making him realized he couldn’t bring her into the hell of his past, her or anyone else. He sighed trying not to care anymore about this girl and putting his mind back to the mission at hand.

                “Here you go, my short little friend,” The elf said as the car landed on the street facing the giant stone building of the guild house. Above the door was the guild sigil a knight with an arrow in his chest as four aches were at the four edges of the sigil, the background was a deep red outline against black lines. He paid the taxi driver and stepped out as the car flew off.

                Icarus glanced around the street seeing a few people on them this late at night and no sign of trouble. He went into the building making his way to the desk where he found a thin human sitting behind it watching the net.

                The man looked over his glasses, down over the counter of his desk with a face painted with the dust of time and asked, “What can I do for you, son?”

“I’m looking to hire a hunter,” he lied to the man.

“I have a few on call if you would like to look through their profiles,” the human said pointing to a kiosk against the wall.

“Am,” Icarus asked, “I’m looking for a hunter that goes by the name of Lowell Boothall, would he be able to help?”

The man eyed him and then asked, “How did you find that name?” A question he would ask if anyone named a hunter for a job.

“A dark elf told me his name,” Icarus said. “A friend of mine.”

“It’s not normal to ask for a hunter by name,” the human told the dwarf.

“Right, right,” Icarus said digging into his pocket pulling out few golden coins and dropping them on the desk. “So where is Lowell?”

The man smirked as his hand ran over the coin making them disappeared. “He likes a bar called the Rathole. He should be there now.”

               “Thank you, sir,” Icarus said walking out of the guild knowing the man was already calling Lowell before he even flagged down a taxi.